http://slow.writerscafe.org/ScoutVentures The original writings of author Scout Ventures en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776231773 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Seven stringsA mouth that singsLights burn down Late night townSouth of mainSky oozing rainBut still they comeMore now they comeNot just the smokeThe drunk without hopeMore hangs near the stage tonightQuiet. Just watching. I glance but the lights are to br.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ScoutVentures/1362284/ Good farewell Good friendGood travelsGood endBad cryingBad dayBad leavingBad wayThe blackThe whiteNo grayNot in sightYou lived DiedWent awayI cried My sweetestMy fightMy Dear oneMy lightI wishI mayI wish I mightSay my lastGoodbye tonight http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ScoutVentures/1357613/ A darker night with shy faced moon along an unseen way, lantern gone with hand brought forth one sees not before thine face. Blacker still and darker yet and now devoid of rest, the duchess in the streaming sun with molten raven tress. The tower north of Hanvatar rigid in the sky has not seen for it.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ScoutVentures/1299382/ We can smell it now and we tighten our legsThat bitter scent that demands our fearevery steap in the darkness takesIs another steap less before it's here.The beast that stalks the young and oldThe heart of stone insideIt festoons a coat of gleaming goldLives souly for the pride... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ScoutVentures/1270950/ Im the one with the clamps and knifeI'll be the person that saves your lifesoothing voice and a steady handyour constant heart beat trusted friendwhen you wake the healing can startthe pleasure's mine for i touched yourheart http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ScoutVentures/1237141/ What else could it be? That you'd have grace for me And when it came down to the time you lean out of your seat. Longing for my words to youdear Lord i believe. And you did what no one elce could doyou gave your life for me so id give mine to you.And just as your will leads my life so.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ScoutVentures/1233307/ What can be done for the little ones tearsfor as they grow throughout the yearsthe tears grow too and stain the groundthe fallen fall and hit face down.What can be done for the forgotten onethis homily child life just begunthey just don't see as he's always herethough each one pass b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ScoutVentures/1228717/ Thank you grandpa. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ScoutVentures/1228378/ For the brave men and women of the uscg. And the efforts of the hh60 helo teams at Kodiak Air station. "So others may live" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ScoutVentures/1228332/ The good men turn and close thier eyes as the villain dies of suicide why am i here tonight? Little boy 4 years old falls off of the marrygo spins around grinds the ground terrified with out a sound, the siren loud, I'm here now. I'm here now. These days that bridge on kingston's not just a ro.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ScoutVentures/1228300/ She sleeps with the light on what elce can be done? For the demons of her mind the battle's already won. Though to the depths she keeps them walls bult to keep them in, even in this glaring light they look up with a grin. But still in every corner every shadow and 15 feet a bulb must be shining brig.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ScoutVentures/1228053/