http://slow.writerscafe.org/dipalmla The original writings of author Ren Grace en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776013001 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 An open letter to people who "suffer" from a infinite open mind. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dipalmla/1881187/ People always think I'm not smart because I can't explain with words what is in my mind and my heart. This is why. A short Explanation. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dipalmla/1399901/ Questions Iponder the way we live our lives Byasking myself questions I’ll never know the answer toLikewhy the sun sets with a different beauty of when it risesAndwhere the memories of our dreams go after the first morning hour Howb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dipalmla/1360109/ Anything  I stay statuesque despite the surroundingworldI sit there in silenceI’m civil through clamor My skin is my armor though I use it as amaskIt feels every chill raindropEvery warm ray of sun I obs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dipalmla/1355979/ Addict You’re always trapped inthe back of my mind Why do you stay there?What do you find? It must be cozy with mydeepest thoughts You’d know all my secretsSadness is all you’vebrought. I’ve tried shaking you.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dipalmla/1353239/ IwantI see you in a way you could never seeyourself I wish my eyes were your morning mirrors I wish my words were your thoughtsI wish my mind were your mindI want to know every aching pain you’veever felt I want to be familiar with .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dipalmla/1345524/ PainMy empty eyes bore into an invisible focusas I numbly layThe objects abreast me sluggishly fading Cheeks stinging from briny tears crossedwith malevolent altercationWhy address me as grotesque than statuesque?Is not each individual beauti.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dipalmla/1318607/ The scary transition from youth to adulthood http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dipalmla/1317768/ I've loved this boy ever since we were kids, but he will never know how I truly feel. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dipalmla/1317399/ Theres an emptiness insides her that years to be nurtured, an everlasting voidShe lost control of the wheel that steers her life on track, yet chooses to assist others in fixing their repairsThese strangers lives mean more than her own, but she never receives the recognition she deservesShe stays up.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dipalmla/1316857/ a very short poem about a friend who left me http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dipalmla/1316311/ A personal poem I composed about having depression. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dipalmla/1316265/