http://slow.writerscafe.org/TheSearcher The original writings of author TheSearcher en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776020027 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I broke down in the bathroom because my youngest brother kept on judging my choices that is not very supportive or considerate of the state of the streets in our surroundings. Phil. is scary sometimes http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheSearcher/1949982/ Writers uses the written.Artists uses the vision.Thinkers uses imagination.And all of them have been bitten.Each of us have been bitten.But not all have the remedy.Some receive blessings.Others receive curses.From who can we learn from?Those with blessingsor those with curses?Are you willing to risk.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheSearcher/1946852/ A little quote. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheSearcher/1687192/ The little prince inspired poem. The fox part of it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheSearcher/1602217/ As a child of age 5, I was fascinated with the world of gourmet. I would stay up late at night to finish whatever cooking segment was on. I learned that everyone has their personification of themselves as food. I would classify myself as a an ice cream sundae with a cherry on top, but my flavors are.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheSearcher/1508848/ I can feel. I can express.I can read, hear,write and talk.I am a living being. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheSearcher/1498610/ I am like any other book.Opened. Read. And given a value.But do you really?You see the title.You glanced, decide and choose.Do you really?You open me, read and understand.The little words and sentences you see,do you really know the meaning?You gave me a value.Like tool's role in a shed.Did you real.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheSearcher/1477458/ Hi, I won't be saying my name since this little tale goes for everyone. Gifts. That one word I always here whenever a special occasion or feeling comes by. I'm talking about gift as a talent based. Life saying her skill is a gift from god or something. But don't they see that it can be another thing.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheSearcher/1458742/ It takes a lot of tears to cry a lake.It takes a lot of heartbreaks to make the earthquake.It takes a new seed to grow another and make it bloom forever.It takes a new me to see the beauty.All these weaknesses I have.I did not falter.It did not hurt anymore.All I had needed was to open my eyes and r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheSearcher/1449720/ When does life start? When you were born? College? Age? No. Life starts when you understand the possibilities, the imagination, the environment, the feelings and the communication. Understanding your surroundings gives you the advantage of actually living. Our eyes see and our minds comprehends what.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheSearcher/1434960/ "Daddy? Mommy? Are you home?Who's the man holding mom's hand?Who's the girl behind you?When are you going home?"I ask and ask in my dreams at night.When I wake up, I forget my light.Day breaks through the once dark skies.Here goes another day of lies.Crowded. Filled. And never alone.I only see two c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheSearcher/1431351/ Same yet different.Beauty in appearance.Born with it. Worked for it.Intelligence. Gifted. Raised.Success.Earned. Given.Love.Fake. True.Lies.Good. Bad.We all are the same yet different.We are all paradoxes of our ownselves. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheSearcher/1423126/ A song. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheSearcher/1409975/ Ever wondered how it feels to get shot? Ofcourse people say it will hurt. But ever wondered what you really think.I have thinking of ''only when it happens is when I will know''. I was a goody goody pink girl at the age of 4 but nothing never last long. I have been a corrupted mind as people say.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheSearcher/1399377/ This is what I did one Raining Saturday at a cafe. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheSearcher/1381495/ There is more.There is less.But never enough.There is love.There is hate.But it can be an illusion.There is you.There is me.But can we? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheSearcher/1372979/ Come and Go. Stop and Wait.in life i see a stair.each one of us has a choice.to go up.to stay down.or hang in the middle.each step is like a level game.the higher you climb, the higher the challenge.in life society will judge.challenges to face.and treasure to keep or leave... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheSearcher/1364686/ In life there are things you have experienced, witness, heard of, imagined and made by yourself and some co. But ever wondered why. The purpose of our living beings into existance. Example it is not a puppet without the puppeteer. It is not a couple wihtout one. Ever thought that something is guidin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheSearcher/1359922/ Isnpired by an episode of Grimm's adventure with billy and mandy. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheSearcher/1356283/ There is no bad without the good.There is no freedom without restrictions.There is no meaning without understanding.There is no parents without children.There is no stop without go.There is no heart without emotions.There is no light without darkness.There is no is without it.With light there is sha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheSearcher/1355323/ The light will burned once you embraced the dark.Innocence and Purity barely seen.But not everthing is what it seems.-TheSearcher http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheSearcher/1349715/ Sequel of A Stalker's Angel http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheSearcher/1348847/ The books I buy are my tickets.            These tickets are my pass to travel.                           When I travel, my curiosity triggers.                &.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheSearcher/1346881/ What I say is what I make. What I do is how I act. Action and Reaction will always contact.  We live in a world where curiosity makes mystery. Mystery leads to discover.Discovery opens doors. Opened doors leads to more paths. More paths gives more choices. Cho.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheSearcher/1346528/ Yea My version of the WEEK http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheSearcher/1343712/ I may have been losing my mind.But I don't care.As long as your there.There will always be light inside. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheSearcher/1339895/ Yea supposedly a quote but oh well http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheSearcher/1335794/ A haiku of what a friend of mine's goal of his life http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheSearcher/1335790/ Yea um...not really my best and its been in my head lately so here goes... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheSearcher/1334276/ Roses are redViolets are blueWhy am I doing this?Because its fun to do.Roses are red Violets are blueYou say I'm cute?Well who paid you?Roses are redViolets are blueDon't give me workSince I'm not your perkRoses are red Violets are blueYou say I'm awesomeWell you are tooRoses are red .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheSearcher/1332079/ Do you know the feeling of butterflies in your stomach? Normally I wouldn't believe of it since one I don't know what butterflies feel in my stomach. Two I'm not interested. But enough of that I would like to share something. Once in kindergarten I met a girl. She wasn't all cute in that age. S.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheSearcher/1319779/ Yea still song of an emotional scene in my life. and may be confusing. But if you get confuse. WELCOME TO THE CLUB. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheSearcher/1316025/ Yea supposedly a song when I was too Cliche and cheesy in my 5th grade. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheSearcher/1313055/ This is mostly what life has brought,showed and told me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheSearcher/1313049/ Do You?Do you know her/him?The people who have ignored you through the day.Them. Who flees when you approach.The people who calls names. Saying your the FREAK star in the class.Do You know them?The pretty lady that sleeps in the same bed with you at night then disappears in dawn.The man in the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheSearcher/1313043/ Yea. Uh. this would be something in my mind http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheSearcher/1313038/ Which would you choose?The pen or the sword?Of course you would pick the sword.But have you heard that the pen is mightier than the sword.From a sword.Is a scratch, a wound, an injury.It can heal easily.Forgotten for a short period of time.From a pen.Once it is written it may stay.It will recor.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheSearcher/1305253/ You told methat you'd love me.We had dated.Seemingly fated.Yet it's rainingWe had hold hands shamelesslyWe had kissed.Together perfectly.My heart still beats.However, the rain won't stop.Is it love I feel?Or the mask I wore.To fufill the expectations.Not knowing nor think of limitations.It will alwa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheSearcher/1302621/ It is about a different breed of a stalker, in his point of view. It mostly consist of the stalker's thought about his obsession on a girl. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheSearcher/1300083/ Parents are annoying.Parents are forgetful.Parents are forceful.Yet, they are ourFamily,Best friends.First teachers, first people we see.Think. If they weren't there.Would you live?Would you exist?Would you have ever been known?Treasure them.Because they might go early than expected.The love of a pa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheSearcher/1299657/ Just Love :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheSearcher/1299305/