http://slow.writerscafe.org/Stephen0926 The original writings of author Stephen en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776002433 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Vacations Of The MindEpisode: 3  One more memory (another vacation in my mind) Now it’s time for a grandma memory, a vacation with grandma next door.Helping to raise me and the others, I know was a lot. Grandma was all heart.She was there when you nee.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Stephen0926/1663357/ Vacations Of The MindEpisode: 2   Today is another memory (a vacation of my mind) What I wouldn’t give to see her one more time. I only knew her brief periodof my life, but I feel that as the years have passed we have grown closer. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Stephen0926/1663356/ Vacations Of The MindEpisode: 1  Somewhere I read that our memories are a vacation taken by our minds. Ifthis is true than my mind is on vacation all the time. I find myself driftingto a different time and a much different place. Somedays I just need to esc.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Stephen0926/1663354/ A poem for my wife on our 6th anniversary http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Stephen0926/1500397/ Happy Birthday MomA pink carnationyour flower of choiceI know you in heavenbut I still hear your voice.January 9thit's snowy and coldtoday you'd be 70WOW, you'd be old!I'm laughing, I'm cryingmy emotions are mixedage is a numberyours stays 36　~ Stephen http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Stephen0926/1295854/ By Our SideTheir footsteps walk among usThey’re here but yet not seenTheir voice is like a whisperWe know not what they meanSometimes we sit in silenceWe speak to them each dayIf they were right in front of usWould we know what to say?A journey full of wonderNowhere t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Stephen0926/1287578/ Falling TearThe silence of their voiceIs the loudest sound we'll hearOur memories are a wayThat we keep them nearWe know just how they'd actWe know just what they'd sayWe know just what they'd doAs they'd go about their dayOur memories are specialOf those no longer hereSo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Stephen0926/1287577/ WORDSMy words are my craftlike leaves to a treeedges pointed or smoothhave meaning to meSometimes they are harshothers are silly and suchwith one thing in commonmy personal touchRead what you wantthink what you maythese are my wordsI have more everyday~ Stephen http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Stephen0926/1286857/ WHAT I EVENTHINK I wantto write a poemI knowjust how to startA pieceof paper and a penAnd alittle bit of heart Thepaper lies before meThe penis in my hand Thethoughts that are within meNo onewill understand Thepaper s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Stephen0926/1268101/ Breakfast with a QueenShe stopped by this morningWe shared a cup of teaWe listened to an owlOutside in the tree We sat and watched thesunrisePaint pink across the skyWhen she got up to leaveShe didn’t even say goodbye Left all alo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Stephen0926/1219102/ This is my first attempt at writing a story, any help is greatly appreciated... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Stephen0926/1215509/ Always Forward Never BackAge is just a numberOf how man measurestimeIt’s ever increasingWhether it’s yoursor it’s mine Time is alwaysmovingEver forward fromthe startDoctors give you anumberThey say can stopyour heart&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Stephen0926/1195753/ Love Is… Love is a roadNarrow and longI’ll write you a poemI’ll sing you a song Love is timelessIt never grows oldSomething more preciousThan silver or gold My love is a giftHonest and trueThe best part of .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Stephen0926/1195752/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Stephen0926/1194499/ Only YouCan See I know this life’s not easyWith facebook, twitter and the restBut I’ll try to make it clear to youThen you decide the rest You say my words are harshSometimes you say their meanI took a vow to never lieTo tell the tr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Stephen0926/1194164/  SocialMediaThis isn’t what it’s supposed to beWhen it’s you and me aloneI just what to talk to youBut you’d rather check your phone It could be so very differentThere’s so much that we could shareI just want to love you.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Stephen0926/1194163/ Again Someday The eyes of someone I knewand lovedHas left me all aloneI cannot even call herWhere she is there is nophone I know that she can hear meWhen I talk to her each nightAs I cry myself to sleepI hold the memories tight I kno.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Stephen0926/1193558/ INever Left At All Don’t mourn for me asI slip awayFrom these bonds ofearthRemember, Jesus has aplanFrom the moment ofour birth He knows how much youlove meHe knows how much youcareSo think of me quiteoftenAnd I’ll be .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Stephen0926/1193236/ My first attempt http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Stephen0926/1193232/ AQuiet PlaceTo find aquiet place, a place of solitude where I can let myself go, A place where I canwrite my thoughts on paper with a pen in my hand. Being careful with what Iwrite because then I know it is real. If I only think on it maybe the problemwill pass by.  .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Stephen0926/1192720/ Another World A portal to the pastTo the days time has forgotA breeze will take me thereIf I can only get aloft To a world beyond shadowsA world filled with dreamsIt’s a magical momentWhere nothing is what itseems To look bey.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Stephen0926/1192471/ Moving ForwardI listen to the messageThat whispers to my soulSometimes it bright andcheerySometimes it black as coal At times the words are blurryLike looking through a hazeOthers are directionalThey steer me through thismaze Some day.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Stephen0926/1192468/ AReasonThe decay oftimeSets us freeFrom countlesspainAnd misery As time movesonWe soon forgetThe things weneed To live foryet Our family andfriendsTo share ourloveBut most ofallTo our Fatherabove ~.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Stephen0926/1192457/ MyGrandpaHe taught me how to tie my shoeWithout him what would I do? He rode the bus to school with meWithout him where would I be? He’d push me on my big wheel bikeWithout him what would it be like? I found out the day he diedIt’s bee.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Stephen0926/1192203/ She was there     In the poems that Iwrite and the stories that I pen, I get to walk with her and talk with herevery day. She makes me strive to do better in everything I do; because on theday I see her again I know she will say she was with me every step of the way.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Stephen0926/1192191/ I am not sure if I should say this is a story or just a thought? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Stephen0926/1192189/ Just aPoemA breeze blows softlythrough the treesWhispering: ‘It’s almosttime’I need to write a poemAnd somehow make it rhyme. As I put my pen to paperThe word flow through my mindThey are just a jumbledmessUntil I place them .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Stephen0926/1192009/ Writers Block Let me drift for only amomentTo a time which can neverreturnA time lost in the elementsOf forgetfulness, selectcuttings and controlled burns I speak not of a forestOr the woods of any kindI speak only of the shadowsIn the wild.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Stephen0926/1192002/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Stephen0926/1192001/