http://slow.writerscafe.org/camuel%20choisuel The original writings of author salvador (camuel choisuel) en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775991430 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Young life,So much ahead.But life is cruel,Painful and short. Born at a point,Ending at another.And at another,Blind of the endingpoint. Driving is mother,She knows to becareful.But do they,And so we stop. Look both w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/camuel-choisuel/1451895/                                                 &nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/camuel-choisuel/1451894/ A Dream that felt as real as myself. I believe this might have been myself in another place in time and space. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/camuel-choisuel/1438829/ Please forgive me,For lauging when you fell.For just walking away,And forgetting that any of this is real.Leaving shouldn't have been an option,But i made it and walked away.So make it easier on you,To keep on going and forget me.So today i'm just a faded memory,One that should.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/camuel-choisuel/1393832/ A womans point of view http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/camuel-choisuel/1393824/ Congratulations,Evolution was wrong.Creating came to this state,We have prevailed.The age of snow has long passed,Furs, spears, and caves had it easy.Live, die and reproduce,Hunt or die.This world passed once,And its wrtitten once more on fire.FIRE, i can't imagine the horror.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/camuel-choisuel/1393822/ Fighting, screaming, bleeding,Mom, dad, knife.Yell, dad, killing,The knife ending life.A mother bleeding deadly,A child crying loud.Father screaming greatly,Child without sound.Alone, scared, and cold,Cops, dad, jail.Mother's arms cold,Dad you're going to hell.A mother gone s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/camuel-choisuel/1392540/ Who were we?That we werent before.What changed?That made life so petrifying.Where did guilt began?And where did we die?Something had to arise,That changed the world around.The sun rises,Every morning and we awake.The days go by,But not a spake of dust behind.So where di.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/camuel-choisuel/1392533/ Ive come to know about tomorrow,As well as the dead have.And what lays beyond mortality,Is nothing more than beautiful.My eyes could see,But the mind couldn't comprehend.Such tranquility,Such innocent souls.The music was beyond of angels,And no instruments were needed.All whi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/camuel-choisuel/1392109/