http://slow.writerscafe.org/sadiesmiles The original writings of author Sadiesmiles en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776185828 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Moonbeams dancingAcross the floorDreams are scattered there no more.Crushed by hate, and words unkind,Picked apart by the sneering mindDashed hopes all too common,Wounds too deep to revive, The struggle to keep a dying faith alive. Goodnight oh ye dreamers,Those who still bel.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sadiesmiles/1515684/ Writers' block has been holding the reigns, as I struggled to get on my feet again.My poems a reminder of what I was, what I could be again if I only tried, but time's not enough, and what I have is used up. But now, I fight back, scramble for those ropes, rip away the chains holding my heart. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sadiesmiles/1448526/ I love TFIOS... this is mostly a funny, kinda dumb poem, but oh well. :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sadiesmiles/1368935/ This is NOT about me. I love my life, this just randomly popped into my brain. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sadiesmiles/1347069/ She dances through life,the world in her palm.Not a care in her mind,all thoughts on her steps,spinning, leaping, to the invisible notes,joined by invisible friends,a tune heard only by those who believe.The creative mind of a child.They try to tie her down,with ugly words.diag.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sadiesmiles/1333614/ The feeling every writer hates... the dreaded writer's block. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sadiesmiles/1320850/ Hands spin round in a hypnotizing blur,the clock face rears its ugly head.Time slips through the fingers,no matter how hard we grasp,the saviors today will be shadows tomorrow."We will not fade silently into the night, we will not go down without a fight",a beautiful tune,but you h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sadiesmiles/1320390/ From the point of view of a forgotten imaginary friend. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sadiesmiles/1308259/ Snowflakes fell from the sky that day. A frosty swirl of white,Frozen, just like my heart.So intricately carved,They sat on her skin, Too pale and cold,They could not melt away.Instead they came to rest, with herOn her bed, in the placeThat brought so many tears. Heaven's gaine.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sadiesmiles/1306620/ Dark, so very dark, and cold, the chill from the old house seeps into my soul, freezing my insides. I am in one of my nightmares, the house clinking, clanging, crackling with my every step. The darkness so heavy you can feel it, the cold, musty air impossible to escape. I hear the click of a lock so.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sadiesmiles/1301504/ ATTENTION: I did NOT write this. I found this in a book. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sadiesmiles/1290756/ Tick tockTime has run out.Back to your homesRun quickly nowBefore the goblins eat you up.Time is slippingYou must be sure,By the clock's chime,To be at the door http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sadiesmiles/1290752/ TimeClockwork ticking,Ticking away,Time moves fastTo fast for us to graspWhat's really going onUntil it's gone, gone http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sadiesmiles/1283826/ Drift to sleepRest for the dayEach story perfectly plannedA collage of warped events Meaningless in the morning http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sadiesmiles/1280124/ Pretty words tumble off the page, Other worlds that Exist only on paper,Mirrors feelings of the writer http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sadiesmiles/1280123/ Another Poem http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sadiesmiles/1280120/ I'm not that great at poetry but it's fun to write! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sadiesmiles/1280116/ CRASH! BOOM! Lightning lit the sky as Lindsay and I frantically paddled for the dark mass up ahead we assumed was shore. Waves pulled angrily at us from all directions, the water's icy grip inescapable. Just moments before, the water had been like glass, Lindsay and I blissfully unaware of the night.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sadiesmiles/1276855/ Have you ever wondered what would happen if the voice in your head turned on you? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sadiesmiles/1276310/ ClaraCREEEAAK! We jumped as the old, rusted door slowly swung open to a dark, cave-like room. "Spot?" I called into the darkness, my voice quavering with fear for myself, my friends, and my dog. "Oops!" Sadie said as she stumbled through the mansion's open door. "It's dark in here." Kaitlyn adde.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sadiesmiles/1265783/ The AsylumDrip, drip, drip, drip. The monotonous sound of water trickling from the leaky, rusted faucet to my left making it hard to think as I strain against the obstinate straight jacket that straps my arms to my sides. They tell me that I have a malady, a disease not of the body, but of the m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sadiesmiles/1265781/