http://slow.writerscafe.org/Riverrun8 The original writings of author Emmy en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776037658 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 A bunch of depressing quotes. Sorry. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Riverrun8/1856537/ Sometimes I miss my sister. I miss the old her. The times she came outside to talk to me, cool me off after an explosion of anger. The advice that I never took but was always offered. I just can't put into words how much she meant to me, so what happened? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Riverrun8/1499704/ I do miss the days when thunderstorms at night meant sleeping on the old, squeaky leather couch. I do miss the days when my twin brother, would come over to my room, wrapped in a blanket, hair ruffled from tossing and turning, and say "Em, may I sleep on the floor in here?" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Riverrun8/1447293/ Every night, as a child settles down in bed, resting upon warm blankets, I begin my job. I wander streets in towns and cities, on the countryside and in towers that reach to the sky. I visit each house and fill the children's heads with visions of beauty, love, enchantment, and all the good thing.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Riverrun8/1394285/ Every story, poem, or song is just a mixture of words threaded together carefully to create a movie of sounds, sights, thoughts, and feelings inside of a reader's mind http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Riverrun8/1394283/ One day, I took a walk with my sister through our kingdom. It was a beautiful evening, the sun was just sinking below the horizon, the birds were singing their last songs, and fireflies raced across the path. We had been walking in silence for a while before she whispered, "I am so ugly, even the b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Riverrun8/1374102/ Not a poem, not a story, just a phrase about the morning http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Riverrun8/1329414/ Winter hail pounds my headAll the trees around are deadTwisted shapes fit twisted heartI guess I am turning darkIn the night the creature walksWithout a word, it can not talkTwisted shapes fit twisted heartI believe I'm turning darkShadows leap and people screamFear and pain al.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Riverrun8/1329027/ I love the look of rough drafts,With scribbles everywhere.The little lines,Oh, so divine,Give writing a funny flare!"Fix the misspelled word!""Add quotations there!"Let this one go!But teacher says noSo you fix it with a glareWriting isn't easyYou always have an errorBut .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Riverrun8/1325631/ I think I have finally overcome writers block! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Riverrun8/1318492/ Day after death...As I sit tonight next to your beautifully carved, wooden casket, telling myself&nbsp;I'm dreaming, I watch the sun sink, spreading breathtaking pinks, oranges, yellows, and blues across the sky, and wonder how long it is until the sun sinks on my ephemeral life also. After all, I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Riverrun8/1292900/ A humorous Christmas poem for those who need a good laugh for the holidays http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Riverrun8/1286422/ The sun is setting on my time with my loved one. He's found another. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Riverrun8/1284605/ When you have no words,Nothing to say,When all time's dissolved,In a short day,When you're trapped in the middle,With no where to run,When you can seem to find,That shining gold sun,When you're lost in a dream,And there's no coming out,When all you can do,Is sit and pout,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Riverrun8/1281824/ Oh there goes that Internet,Slow as a snail.Not too fast.But why can't it work,It used to.Back in the past.My trust for this&nbsp;doohickey,It's waning.It will not last.To say goodbyeTo my contraptionI'll end it with a blast,Not just throw it in the trash! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Riverrun8/1281783/ Dec 13, 201110:00amI not wrote in days. I have been busy. I only write in class today. Emily is nice. We get along good. I hope we be good friends someday. Today in school we talk about bullying. Children look at me and smile. I am scared so I stay close to teacher.They say l'examen de parler .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Riverrun8/1281761/ Dec 7, 2011Mother is sick. We take her to hospital. They call sickness cancer. Father stays at hospital with mother and I care for brothers and sisters. Acel helps me much. He gets money from job for food. Adelise crys much. I worry for Acel. He works hard much. He is tried, but he says he is not... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Riverrun8/1281407/ Dec 5, 2011They tell me we had big test coming up called Finals. I am scared because I do not understand everything yet. Jamie and Samuel help me with English.&nbsp;I met a girl called Emily today. I remember friend &Eacute;mile from Nice. She was nice. Emily is nice too. She says we have close .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Riverrun8/1280189/ Dec 1, 2011I do not know why I am writing in this. I told her I would not when she gave me this notebook. She spoke "Oh, Aimee, I know it's been hard, but writing can help. Try to let your emotions out." Well one thing, I do not know all those words, and I do not write. But, on a snow day like thi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Riverrun8/1279476/ These are my friends diary entries when she moved from France to America about two years ago. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Riverrun8/1279475/ My poem, Little Star, from the star's point of view http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Riverrun8/1279450/ As the day is drawing nearI beg of you to loose your fearFor snow's been spread across the groundSnow you've been waiting to come aroundThe kind that sparkles and shines so whiteSnow that reflects the suns bright lightNot one footstep is to be seenThe snow just happens to be clean.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Riverrun8/1278034/ I posted my love's poem for me, here's my poem for him... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Riverrun8/1273941/ Little star, little starWay up in the skyYou're shinning brightWith all your mightI just can't say goodbyeWhen morning comesIt brings the sunTo carry you awayBut I can't take itI'll miss you soI'm begging you to stayI see a lightThat little lightBeginning to growThe t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Riverrun8/1273411/ When everything turns grayAnd blurred with tearsWhen there is no pointIn giving a cheerWhen death seems to taunt meIt is at my front doorWhen all evil is apparentGood dissolves, there's no moreI wonder why I keep tryingOh why should I careNot a soul seems to mindHow well I .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Riverrun8/1271067/ More poetry from my love for me<3 :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Riverrun8/1270964/ I'm the dappled shadowOf a large treeBut you simply don't notice me.I'm the brilliant leaf fallingOn the ground, soon to beBut you simply don't notice meI'm the spring breeze blowingThe midday showingAm I not there?I'm the petal of a flowerA cool April showerThough no one.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Riverrun8/1264086/ The cold bits her noseAnd nibbled on her toesAnd still she keeps on goingThe wind whips her hairThe others stop and stareAnd still she keeps on goingIt seems all is gone,All reason to go on,And still she keeps on goingFor no matter what is lostIn winter's freezing frostSh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Riverrun8/1257297/ Its a cold dayCrisp, clear, chilledThe wind howls a mournful songThe clouds huddle nearThe flakes dance downThey coat the groundIn a soft, white layerOf bliss and joyPerch by the fireWrapped in a warm blanketCrackle, snap, popThe flames eat the branchOn the cool winter day.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Riverrun8/1254768/ Oh I just don't know what to write!There are no words in my sight!I can't find the rhythm,I can't find the rhyme!Lose my mind, I just might! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Riverrun8/1253786/ The look he gave me will forever be engraved in my mind. The look of betrayal. "How could you keep this from me?" He asked, anger flaring in his normally cool, brown, teddy bear eyes. I somehow couldn't look away."I didn't want you to be hurt. I knew how depressed this would make you! I can't se.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Riverrun8/1252890/ Dripping and droppingEvery slosh every splashWatching the skyFor every lightning flashThe wind whistlesIt's blowing songThe thunder complainsSays its too strongThe raindrops attackThe trees and the grassEarth and elementsSeem to clashEveryone loves rainI wish for it e.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Riverrun8/1251996/ Read this poem first forward then backwards http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Riverrun8/1247507/ Remember the flowersRemember the treesRemember the bluebirdsThat you loved to seeRemember the pink skyRemember the seasRemember the yellowStriped bumble beesRemember the sweet smellOf a red roseRemember the sunThat comes and goesFor when heaven opensAnd holds you tigh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Riverrun8/1247497/ You can read this poem both forward and backwards http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Riverrun8/1245368/ this was written for me by my love, Seth http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Riverrun8/1242769/ Dead is how my heart livesGone is the light i once sawHow long is it until the end comesSomedays it is nearSome it is farThe joy dissolvedInto nothingAnd there is no more leftI count the deaths in my heartAnd a scar is there for every oneHow can one surviveIf all is lostIf hope is gone? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Riverrun8/1231124/ I look up to the sky,And take flight.I fly through the green, purple, pink gardens,I float over the foaming seas,I race through the redwood forests,Of this place I call home.I challenge the bird,With the scissor tail,To a fight of flight,And I take time to hover,And smell the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Riverrun8/1230659/ I'm sitting hereOn my iPadStaring at the screenTrying to fit these word together.Boredom has taken overAnd turned me crazyI think I might loose itIf I don't find something to doSo I'll sit here,And write this poemI think I'll title itBOREDOMHow's that?I'm looking aroundWh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Riverrun8/1230655/ It may not be the poem you expect... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Riverrun8/1230416/ The cut through my heart was deepIt was fatal, there was no hopeI was out of optionsNo one left to go toBut then I looked upAnd saw your promiseIn a million colorsWrapping up the skyAnd there was hopeI saw the good in the futureInstead of the bad.I knew then I'd be okI unders.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Riverrun8/1230408/ I was a foolTo think we'd workI always believedIn the futureBut reallyThe future was dark.I remember the butterfliesWhen near youThe smileI always wore around youUntil you liedYou stabbed me in the backAll the days I spentGrieving what we hadWhat you threw away.I rememb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Riverrun8/1230402/ I can't find the words.They seem to be missing.They took a hikeDown that long road,With so many forks in its pathCalled your mind.They've been running from me,Always on the move.I used all my strength to try to catch them,But they are faster.I just keep running,In circles.In .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Riverrun8/1230383/ Life is a bookWritten in pen.You can not eraseYour mistakes.Life is a mirror houseMany confusing twists and turns.Sometimes you think you found the wayBut sometimes you're wrongLife is a testWith millions of questions.You have to take the timeTo sit down and think it throug.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Riverrun8/1222188/ A poem I wrote for my past grandma http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Riverrun8/1221110/ Give it upOh please go away!Alone is whereI'd like to stay!There's no place for you,In my home or my heart!There'll never beA new fresh start!Why do you bother?Why do you care?Oh please just don't!Don't stop and stare!Leave me at peace,Just leave me be!We are not ri.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Riverrun8/1220823/ My "special someone" cheated, and I was inspired to write this. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Riverrun8/1220782/ From the splash of a raindrop,To the whisper of the trees.From the way time stopsIn moments like these.From a child's curly hair,To the moments that we shareGod's amazing blessingsAre really everywhere. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Riverrun8/1220542/ My poem about my favorite color. I wrote this a few years ago. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Riverrun8/1220526/ I wrote this when I had a bad experience with a neighbor my age http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Riverrun8/1220525/