http://slow.writerscafe.org/SavvyBly The original writings of author Savannah Bly en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776022598 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Politics be damned! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SavvyBly/1678607/ Do you hear the chimes? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SavvyBly/1362297/ I was wearing dark blues and greys. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SavvyBly/1361790/ That is what you want. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SavvyBly/1354644/ In bottles of emotion http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SavvyBly/1354186/ Dare. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SavvyBly/1353686/ Silence is golden. In lines and confusing metaphors. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SavvyBly/1348189/ Wouldn't that be? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SavvyBly/1346140/ So I did it, to keep us safe. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SavvyBly/1346083/ She never let go. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SavvyBly/1344965/ Destined to... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SavvyBly/1344591/ Does a poet see through eyes of life and death? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SavvyBly/1344585/ Seeing bigger pictures and the human effect. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SavvyBly/1342772/ Crucified HeartShe lost him foreverThere were no excuses to justifyShe knew it when she looked in his eyesHis heart she crucifiedHer life, her choiceWho she was the night beforeNo thought of an "us"Just how to heal her damaged inner coreIt is weird for himWatching her look at othersHe can't make her.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SavvyBly/1340803/ Staring At The Empty ChairsI sit hereAt the tableWhere friends once gatheredBut I am aloneStaring at the empty chairsWhy do the chairs feel emptyLike they can hold my thoughtsBut choose to remain vacantAs if I am not there To thinkOr beAs if nothing ever existed hereNothing ever happenedNot tha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SavvyBly/1340775/ This is a funny, weird, crazy kind of poem http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SavvyBly/1340675/ Who I was supposed to be. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SavvyBly/1340348/ Words that kill. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SavvyBly/1340298/ Define me through your eyes http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SavvyBly/1337846/ Do you want me to burn? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SavvyBly/1337840/ Can we build a bridge to be together? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SavvyBly/1328958/ How I see my generation as it grows and learns. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SavvyBly/1328679/ A fall of autumn. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SavvyBly/1328623/ Dreams aren't always good. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SavvyBly/1328326/ The human effect. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SavvyBly/1328309/ Nature is in constant captivity. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SavvyBly/1328256/ Write Poetry because I said so. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SavvyBly/1327342/ Field of Discovery In the field, the air ignites my sensesIt releases the unidentified tensionHaunting my brainTo distinguish between nature and myselfIs to dent my identityThe disturbing forces of humanity holdme backInto a state of imprisonmentRetrospecti.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SavvyBly/1327340/ Living only to die. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SavvyBly/1327338/ Time is everything http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SavvyBly/1322228/ What are we? 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