http://slow.writerscafe.org/sydneysimpson The original writings of author Sydney Simpson en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776115270 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Another high school assignment, Pick a song and create a monologue based around a character or idea. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sydneysimpson/1285010/ Part 12 of a 12 piece project http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sydneysimpson/1284991/ Part 11 of a 12 piece project http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sydneysimpson/1284988/ Part 10 of a 12 piece project http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sydneysimpson/1284982/ Part 9 of a 12 piece project http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sydneysimpson/1284981/ Part 8 of a 12 piece project http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sydneysimpson/1284979/ Part 7 of a 12 piece project http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sydneysimpson/1284977/ Part 6 of a 12 piece project http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sydneysimpson/1284973/ Part 5 of a 12 piece project http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sydneysimpson/1284969/ Part 4 of a 12 piece writing project http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sydneysimpson/1284966/ Part 3 of a 12 piece writing project http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sydneysimpson/1284963/ 2011 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sydneysimpson/1284523/ 2011 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sydneysimpson/1284517/ Part 2 of a 12 month writing project http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sydneysimpson/1284504/ Part 1 of a 12 month poetry project http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sydneysimpson/1284501/ She laughsHe smilesThey loveMonths passShe dreamsHe worriesThey wonderThings changeShe breaksHe staysThey pretendNobody knowsShe leavesHe waitsThey aren'tMonths passNothing personal http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sydneysimpson/1284495/ At a moment's noticeShe'll freeze-plunging into atomic winter,becoming a mask of blue and whiteIcea perfect, reflective transparencyready to deflect and re-purposeanything thrown at her.Buried deepunder years of snowand handfuls of futile salt,She waits for spring.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sydneysimpson/1284494/ When I'm downLife is like rain on the last day of summerLike a scratch on your favorite albumWet sneakers on the first step of an Odyssey.But this is a world Where a bass line can define a pulseThe sound of every passing jet is a thousand possibilitiesAnd raindrops sing me to sleep the way noth.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sydneysimpson/1284490/ (a high school assignment) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sydneysimpson/1284481/ Some days my glass is half emptyAnd I drownTo the music without a beatTo songs that preach the miseriesof Life and Death and Control,Product of the U.S.A.Manufactured by Uncle SamThank you for buying inWill you sell me your time?your life?Promise me the world?But the music still playsThe children st.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sydneysimpson/1284479/