http://slow.writerscafe.org/rozoe9 The original writings of author Shygirl en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776229364 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 That moment.That moment of happinesswhere you're worries washed away.everything was perfectlike the planets aligned and everything fit into placelike you finally solved the puzzle,you know the one that's been on your shelf for ages. Then that moment ends.Happiness shifts to an uncomfortable sil.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rozoe9/1373233/  Brave new world where people don't exist,machines taking over, yet no one can resist.Circuit boards fro brains and cold steel heartsStrange humanoid cyborgs with interchangeable parts. Strange new world where everything must conform.Every cog has a purpose, and must be able to perform.Cop.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rozoe9/1349078/ Some things can't be written.There are no words for what I wish to tell the world.Only thoughts, feelings, and music.Sweet music that speaks for itself. No words are necessary. None.Everything is there, the hopes, desires,and dreams. In a way, the world is a song.The best song ever written. No other.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rozoe9/1315195/ Everywhere you look, there is always a search for it.Everyone of every age seeks to find it.We all know he destruction it brings,the agonizing collateral damage that follows,and yet, we carry on, looking under rocks and stones.The journey is painful, filled with horrors beyond imagination.We all kno.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rozoe9/1272016/ Two sets of footprints in the sand,then suddenly one.You left me alone,cast out on the shore.Alone and unguided, I blindlysearched for the path.I walked on glass and rocks,and fell a few times,but found the strength tocarry on.Then I realized that by the end,I was never alone.A single set of footste.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rozoe9/1263125/ You were angry, you were going ballistic,Anger and pain invaded your sentences.I never saw you like that...and it scared me.I saw a side of you  didn't know you had, a darkness,My heart cried and yearned for you to stop,but he had gone to far.It hurt me to see you so upset and enraged.I know he.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rozoe9/1250342/ One word.One word is all it takesto ruin someone's day.It would have been a wonderful day,until that one word.It doesn't take much to hurt someone. People pretend to be steel when in realitythey are glass houses that can break easilyfrom the smallest stone. Shatter their day, shatter their.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rozoe9/1250336/ The young girl looked at the mirror,tears free falling to the floor,"Mirror, mirror on the wall,am I the ugliest of them all?"She threw the mirror to the floor,her distorted figure spread in silver shards.The teenage girl looked at the mirror,black-stained tears dripping in the sink,"Mirror, mirror .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rozoe9/1248816/ Halloween is almost here, and I don't know who I should impersonate for the night.Halloween, when monsters come out to rule the night, but I have seen monsters and they don't look like Frankenstein, Dracula, or Wolf Man.They look the same as everyone else.This is because they wear a mask, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rozoe9/1247550/ No one loses sleep over a dead bug,not one person.Sure, people go crazy over spilled milkand secrets and lies and emotions andpolitics and the economy and everything in between,but not once has anyone cried over a murdered insect. People rejoice over a bug buying the farm or anarachnid meeting .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rozoe9/1247546/ Faces passing by each other each day,oblivious of one other. And when they walk side by side, possibilities emerge,However, nothing happens in those awkwardmoments two unknown identitieswalk together, not a word is spoken,they don't look at each other.And soon those possibilities, cre.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rozoe9/1247541/ Sweet little words, full of innocence and love,come back to the world you fled from.With grace and kindness, you escaped to above,and now the kind words have gone dumb.Words turned into insults and slandertowards differences and a lack of conformity.Words laced with venom, have you lost your candor?.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rozoe9/1247033/ Two star crossed lovers ran with the summer sun,arm and arm, hand and hand down the yellow-brick road.They killed the Wicked Witch from the East and all was good,But the forgot about the West and the Witch crowed.Their Oz was destroyed, and the Emerald City turned to rubble,their faith was lost and .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rozoe9/1246526/ Sometimes I feel like a rubber band,  hyper-extended and being pulled in several directions at once. Sometimes I feel like a time bomb, ticking down until I explode in a fiery ka-boom.Sometimes I feel like an echo,  repeating standards I have been taught to obey.Sometimes I feel.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rozoe9/1246517/ Music,You inspire me when the world won't,You comfort me when no one else can,You are there when everyone is gone,You show me things no one else can see,You give me hope when there is none.You sing when there is silence,You make me dance in the rain,You are mine and everyone else's,I will never pres.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rozoe9/1245429/ Everything turned sideways as the ship burned to ashes.The was too much, my face turned bright red, matching that of the fires.I couldn't breathe. The world looked distorted as if I was looking through a kaleidoscope with billions of colors and shapes flying by. The vessel lurched and bega.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rozoe9/1245421/ Oppression, riot, revolt, revolution, deaththe endless cycle of civilizations.The crowd gathers and each person's voice melts into one.The cycle has begun.Shouts and accusations, then a punch,soon there is a brawl and the madness consumes all.The crowd becomes one person, one mind.Where is the indiv.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rozoe9/1242894/ Walking in the haunted house, but it seems like no one is there.All alone in the house will give you quite a scare.Lightning strikes and thunder booms, lighting up the shadows.Where is the host?--WAS THAT A GHOST!Run away as fast as you can.Don't make me beg--WHAT TOUCHED MY LEG!Run away as fast as .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rozoe9/1242740/ "Hey Josh! Look at this!" Marvin picked up the leather-bound journal. It must have been from a previous patient. He flipped through the pages. The book was filled with journal entries.  "What is it, another straight jacket?" Josh was getting tired of Marvin's stupid jokes and pranks. Marvin dr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rozoe9/1241394/ Ignorance, sweet ignorance, please dawn on me.Take away my knowledge, my burden, which seemed so important before.I would rather be oblivious in my innocence than to knowthe horrors of this world, in my sin. Oh humble ignorance, you don't know any better, yet you are better than most who d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rozoe9/1241355/ He comforts her when no one else did,with his hand on her shoulder, he standsbehind her. He wipes away her tears.He helps her stand up.  She sees his halo and his angelic wingswhich he didn't know he had.She thanks him and praises him,and as he walks away, he sees other angelssmiling .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rozoe9/1241241/ Like a fire, the world ignitesslowly consuming everything. And before it turns white, the sun has its last days of glory. The smell of cinnamon fills the air,    and the leaves shed their disguises. Their trues colors, they do share, From green to red to orange then b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rozoe9/1241229/ Precious time, never there when neededand always there when not.Tick tock tick tock, never stop.Can't get more, can't get less.Have to work with what you got.And as the years tick awayand you're old and wise,you see that time was on your side. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rozoe9/1241070/ Standing at attention, the soldier waitsRunning through the battlefield, the soldier fightsWriting to his family, the soldier dreamsScouting for the enemy, the soldier leadsFighting for his country, the soldier finally rests, with a job well done. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rozoe9/1241061/ And even though I am free, my slavery abolished,I still feel the weight of the ball and chain dragging me downin every step I take. It pulls me down to the abyss of hopelessness, so far until the light is only seen in the my dreams. The lingering memories of my sufferings still burn deeply.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rozoe9/1241059/ When all hope is lost as you fall into the darkness, look up.As their destroy your defenses and tear you apart, look up.When you're on your knees and they rip out your heart, look up.When you have nothing left, look up.Look up to the heavens above, look up to the stars in the sky.Look up the to the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rozoe9/1241054/ Rain,Nature's resetbutton. Refreshing andcool, bringing new life. Heaven's tears awakening theworld from its sleep. The freshsmell of rain, the cooling touch of a raindrop. Rain drizzles over theworld, like a the world's Windex, towash away the trash left behind.Rain, relaxing rain, drippi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rozoe9/1241042/ Oh shining globe, with your golden tendrils of warmth, do we give you justice? Oh fiery orb, whose light brightens our world, whom we rely on, are you humble?Do you mind our endless circle around you? In the infinite vacuum where you reside, are you lonely?  Do you miss being praised by th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rozoe9/1241024/ I was in a bad situation. The tide was quickly turning from my favor. I looked into my opponent's beady black eyes and my strength left me. They sought blood, my blood.The eyes of my enemy pierced into my skull, how dark and soulless they were. My courage was replaced with the stone-h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rozoe9/1241001/ Noise, noise, all day long. From people talking to cellphones ringing, Cars beeping to music blasting.  Noise Silence, silence, all day long.From static to waiting rooms, Graveyards to elevators Silence Sound, sound, everywhere and anywhere. From silence to noise, Nothing to everythin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rozoe9/1240971/ Inspiration- what a rare and wondrous creature,a marvelous, mysterious beast only shown to the worthy.Alas, what a feeling it must have been to be touched by such a beast.Inspiration, who only reveals itself to the geniuses, the world-changers, the thinkers, inventors, Inspiration, the muse to .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rozoe9/1240947/ Little flower on the bed blossoms each spring, Delicate, pure, and white as snow, its beautiful but alone. One day picked by a tall young man and given to a girl,  Delicate, pure, and white as snow was how their love began. In a vase on her desk, the girl loved it so, And as their love soon.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rozoe9/1240544/