http://slow.writerscafe.org/quiggs44 The original writings of author TheBookkeeper en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776177063 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I don't care, your pain is mine,The weight you carry can rest on my shoulders,When you are down I'll lift you to the highest height,When you are in the dark i'll lead you to the light.I just don't care. You are my everything, I will give any and everything to see you alive and well, strong and .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/quiggs44/1376826/ Life may gift you with lemons, but you need to find the sugar and water yourself http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/quiggs44/1355935/ Time catches all http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/quiggs44/1335139/ A true hero needs no capeHe needs no special garbNot a power to his nameAll a hero needs is willThe will to helpThe will to stand outA hero doesn't need to save the worldA hero doesn't need to save a lifeA hero doesn't even have to be coolYou all can be a hero http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/quiggs44/1328649/ I sat alone in my 4 by 6 room.My body yearned for sleep that my mind refused.Too much could happen, like that day.I didn't understand why I was here, do i not have the right to self defense?Do i not get to stop an aggressor because of their gender?Am I an animal for protecting my fami.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/quiggs44/1328638/ I have tried and failed,I have loved and lost,I have been right and wrongAnd I'm all the better for itNow at the end the icy hand, No longer scary or looming at all,I'll greet it with a warm smile and a welcome embrace.For through all my experience and fun,Death is the only thing left. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/quiggs44/1328172/ The hall was clean, quiet, it felt wrong.Somuch pain surge through the walls.Agony was thick in the air, I felt it. Whywas it was so quiet, so calm?I breathed in, the air tasted wrong, sour, Ihated the whole place.The Palace of pain. The hospital http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/quiggs44/1327211/ The leaves have crisp reds, soft yellows and bright oranges.The sky is deep blue, the clouds a fluffy white mass.The grass is green, perfect green.The sun is bright.A dog is playing, but I can't hear it.A family runs and shouts in the sun, but I can't hear it.I could never hear to begin wi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/quiggs44/1326784/ We touched, our eyes met.I know you're the one  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/quiggs44/1326767/ Love can be creul. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/quiggs44/1326763/ The story of a young man who lost his father. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/quiggs44/1326380/