http://slow.writerscafe.org/woodhamjosiah The original writings of author Dan Moore en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776034788 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I had to kill a deer but I was too soft. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/woodhamjosiah/1332359/ A barren Soul less Desert night,Resting alone in a timid freight,Floating above this foreign ground,The human species can not be found,Before my tragedy,Before this story,A girl had found me.Never before had I felt this inside,But just like the universe comes to an end,I'm left wee.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/woodhamjosiah/1330341/ :) happiness helps. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/woodhamjosiah/1329546/ A wrench and spokes I'm leaving that behindSooo, now it's just a whisper yourFaces so unclear. I try. call meA saint. tell me then would youSimply let it be your friend? hello my friendwe don't have to do with myself IDon't belong who would have guessed it IDon't know if it tak.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/woodhamjosiah/1322129/ I'm infinite,I can do anything!! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/woodhamjosiah/1315811/ The tree enscribed ,Human passing listen,Make known what I'm saying,Their was a couple of twoThey would argue,In a viscious cycle,They spun,Then the tree explained,He said "There was also a man"A man asleep everyday,A procasinater,He speaks blasphemy,"Someday I'll" blah blah .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/woodhamjosiah/1315808/ Losing touch,Drifting to depthsOf mother seaWater choking me,The Rain Came Back,Drowning,The pain is unreal,The sea of salt,Really bearing on my shoulders,The Rain Came BackThe sun ignoring my cries,The grey clouds I play with,Are my true friends,The Rain Came BackMy sile.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/woodhamjosiah/1315179/ Safe as life jacket and buoy,Can I be your Jack?You're ice,Here is my coat,Be careful you could catch a cold,I'll stay with you in our house of hearts,We both hear a cheering crowd,On top of our castle @nd I looked @ you I gave you a kiss,Remember how we locked paths?Guess it was.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/woodhamjosiah/1315176/ Whispering water rose,Growing in shelter under a maple tree,Magic fox destroys the delicate shy leaves,Roman soldier bodies swam in multitudes afloat down the crying river.Death to the murderer!!Death! Great sinner fox. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/woodhamjosiah/1314723/ On a plane,The Spring shedding snow,Arose a marvelous underwater womb,Birthing some kind of alchemic concoction,A philosopher in search of truth,Before Autumn comes,May he uncover it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/woodhamjosiah/1314703/