http://slow.writerscafe.org/Zune The original writings of author Zune en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776063714 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I was adopted, and this is a short poem about the first time that I met my brother. Reviews/comments are always welcome! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zune/1224246/ You’re an emotional rollercoaster,One with too many ups and downs.Too many twists and turns,Too many loop rounds.You’re an emotional rollercoaster,One that leaves me hanging upside down.Jolting at each corner,Going around and around.You’re an emotion.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zune/1224239/ Iknow how you live,Andhow you’ll die.I’veseen your truths,Iknow your lies.Youmay believe in me,Youmay not.Eitherway I’m all you got.I’mnot the Devil.I’mnot God.WhoI am you may find odd.Iknow your cards,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zune/1224238/       A young boy runs through the heavilywooded forest, carrying a light wooden spear in his hands. He is the hunter ofhis tribe, venturing out into an unfamiliar territory where a fierce lion thathas slowly been hunting members of his tribe lurks. Suddenly he stops, spo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zune/1224219/ I am a firework,Ready to blow minds,Waiting to dazzle, shimmer, and shine.Just waiting for someone to give me a chance to fly. I am from big sky and buried treasures.It’s a place where you’re never sure if the Earth is swallowingup the heavens or the heaven.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zune/1223790/ It is these things I have loved,These things that somehow had been forgotten.Each glance at the heavens, up to a starry night.When silence is the loudest sound.The looming of the Bridger Mountains, so clear that you’dthink you could touch them.Whispering winds.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zune/1223788/ six moments that will take your breath away. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zune/1223787/ A short story about my dog. Please give this a chance, the first part is slightly religious. Nonfiction. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zune/1220675/ You say you know freedom,But I say that that's a lie,And you'll never know true freedom,Until you've tasted the sky.Sure this world is pretty, But I prefer it from up above,It's my home and my life,If fits me like a glove.And when I'm in the airI feel safe and sound,Because I'm no longer on ear.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zune/1220631/ Kinda meant to be a chorus for a song that I never finished http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zune/1220592/ A short fictional story about the honey collectors of India. Something that I am thinking about turning into a full length story. Comments? Suggestions? Constructive Criticism? Anything is welcome! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zune/1220582/ Blue eyes http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zune/1219840/ I will tell you a secret,About where the truth lies,It's written in the scars,That are running down my sides.If you chance upon them,Don't call me a freak,My faith is already broken,My heart already weak. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zune/1219832/ Reflection about when I lived at home, warning: mentions of cutting http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zune/1219831/ From a "telephone" game that went from artist to writer, back and forth about 2 dozen times http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zune/1219828/ I think about what you said,If things had gone the way you thoughtThey should have,The way I thoughtThey would have.Would there be all These scars and marks?Lines upon my sides that write outThe history of a broken heart?Would you have ripped me fromMy i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zune/1219827/