http://slow.writerscafe.org/atticuslangston The original writings of author Atticus Langston en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776826684 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15  Today it rains-Oh what a sight!My childhood dreamsDo reignite! Today it rains-Because God weeps.Not out of sorrow,But out of joy! Today it rains-A symphony!Each drop an intrinsic noteOf the untold story. Today it rains-To cleanse my Soul!A new.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/atticuslangston/374009/  My grandpa died at thirty five,Yet in my heart hes still aliveHe watches everything I do,He sometimes there when I feel blue.My grandpa died at thirty five,Got on his roof and took a dive.His suicide leaves me in pain,But now I know hes not to blame.He always seems to follo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/atticuslangston/373561/  American Dream, are you still alive?oh, how I long for your existence.There was a time I could find work,there was a time my Soul had worth.American Dream, are you still alive?Where have you gone, where have you gone?I need some hope to help me cope,please rid me of my present .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/atticuslangston/373123/ Today Apollo's kingdom shines,and Emily's bobolinks do sing.Down King George falls, and the Nubian prince rises.Hope has come,hope has come,Hope has arrived the prophets cry!Today is the day the mourners wake,today is the day the Good Lord spake:Dear sons, Dear daughtersBa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/atticuslangston/373116/  My soul has traveled many roads-the path toward Hell, oh that it knows.Self-destruction at its best-it scorches Earth, before it Rests.So fierce and ruthless, Lucifer kneels-his fall from Grace is what he feels.My vindictive Nature is what he fears-my acts of Evil bring him to .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/atticuslangston/372929/ Standing at the edge of the world, watching the fallen angels thrust the ones you loved down the bottomless abyss of death.Cringing at the sight of such devastation, knowing that there is nothing you can do. Screaming at the top of your lungs, hoping the gods would save such souls, but your voic.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/atticuslangston/371295/ Fear God, fear God, fear God they tell me,or He'll never ever ever love me!Must be His servant, must be His slave,must spread His message like ol' King Dave!Fear God, fear God, fear God they tell me,or He'll never ever ever help me!I'll sin and sin my way to hell,and fall to the bott.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/atticuslangston/371287/ I am lost in this wilderness.I am alive, but know not what life is.I breathe, yet too often find myself short of breath.My Soul screams and whispers its pleas into my deaf ears.The Sorrow within my heart blinds me to the point wheremy weeping and laughter are no longer distinguishable... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/atticuslangston/371270/