http://slow.writerscafe.org/peipeib55 The original writings of author Paige en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776038617 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 This is a sonnet I wrote for my mom, who passed away September 25. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/peipeib55/1481672/ As we are born,Crying,Completelyoblivious to what’s coming next,Blind toeverything,Deaf to thehatred of the world, Innocenceoverwhelming our bodies andRadiating fromour skin,Protecting us fromthe world itself, We .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/peipeib55/1311295/ Time sends chills up and down my spine,Like a xylophone is playing along the bones of my back,Its constant motion forward,You can never rewind time,Because it keeps on running,Leaving you in the dust,Some people finish the race as fast as they can, whether they are first or last,Some people bre.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/peipeib55/1281687/ The inhumane ways of humans,Pride splayed across our hearts,We, we have made society what it is,Sculpting its success and its failures,But need to learn, learn from thoseWho we put ourselves above.Corruption to loyalty,Poverty to wealth,War to peace,Equality to inequalityRacism, sexism, murder, geno.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/peipeib55/1279175/ Winter 2022Sitting in a house with a warm fireplace,Illuminating the cozy living room,Laying on the couch with you as the snow falls,Covering the ground with glistening powder,Talking about the day, When you and I couldn't be in each other's arms,My head falls onto your shoulder,Our eyes gently.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/peipeib55/1278578/ Transcendentalism: holding that the key to knowledge of the nature of reality lies in the critical examination of the processes of reason on which depends the nature of experience http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/peipeib55/1278096/ First poem of a series of poems about my mom's death. She died September 25, 2013 of an asthma attack (without any warning) and was my best friend, always my hero, single mom of my sister and I. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/peipeib55/1277147/ Line up, Salute. Ready your Weapons. Aim. Fire. Training all your life. to become strong enough to fight off the enemy. Death, death itselfThe dark side crawling its way towards. Grabbing people in the front lines.As others start crying watching loved on.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/peipeib55/1276631/