http://slow.writerscafe.org/cecameron2391 The original writings of author Eric Weick en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776041338 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 You’re going to die anyways, so why not put up a fight?Against demons and voices the beckon you,to the lonesome corners of your bed at night.You’re going to die anyways,so is it of any worth to continue to the right?Tis hard work, with callused hands, and years a many,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cecameron2391/1438655/ Love is something, you can’t learn. Love is something, you can’t earn. Love is something, you can’t get got. And I guess if you don’t have it, then you are not.. just only, a real low down gun man, a circus act without a showma.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cecameron2391/1423215/ All he wants, is a son to hold his home up. All she wants, is a voice that mattered enough.And all they took, was opportunity amongst the waves and windows of life. All God asked for, was a minute or two with this book,but it was more than that, like your time and you.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cecameron2391/1421568/ Hold on, just keep holding on-to things of little matter. Feels like, she doesn’t have time for you,cares less, in the years gone by, about what you do. And all he want’s, is his arms with hers again,So hold on, just keep holding on, my friend-to things of li.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cecameron2391/1413477/ You look like a clean cut version, of every woman in this town. You’ve got the same individual opinions,as everyone else around. And well you got,the same haircut, that she do. Dear Friend, let me serve it to you bluntly you are being fake, why kind of li.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cecameron2391/1407577/ And she got him,cowering in the bathroom stall. And she had him, loading up words for a fight, that in the end, didn't matter at all. And she got him, pounding Walker, from his head to the floor, on which.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cecameron2391/1402643/ Cast a shade upon this thought:that you are illand shall be forgot. For upon this night, and -marrow, they too shall barrow, this-that it may shed terrible light, on this horrid land of sad and sorrow.Written on this wall are wordsof a riddle .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cecameron2391/1391641/ She was a devil, but you looked at her,like an angel from above.I watched her serenade this fool,changing from a spider, to his love.I watched her,as she did contort,this innocent fool of the sort.His heart, and her hands.I watched her sink her teeth into this man. I watched her,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cecameron2391/1391603/ Oh LORD, I can’t feel any more afraid, because I’ve already fallen off the tracks. and the world whispers winds and voices in my ears,that when I walk outside,…I won’t be coming back. No I can’t, no I can’t, no I can’t, &hell.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cecameron2391/1387498/ Limerence:love has never made sense, unless…unless matched, with a creator. Romance the idea of romance. Twenty first century knight, never could stand a chance,against,true, undisputed…love. Oh, now give to him,Oh, now give to her,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cecameron2391/1379221/ And the dirt and the mud,and the worm, all have become friend. In this dark trench pit, where i contend with this sin and this world. As the sky turns black, Look death, has covered this field.With a haze of yellow, the enemy, it shields, there attack.&n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cecameron2391/1375791/ Whose heart was strong enough,to carry the world and every sin?Whose hands were warm enough,to heal bruised and beaten skin?Whose feet walked far enough,passed all land and ocean?Whose mind was vast enough,to quiet any and all men?Whose eyes had love enough,in them to say “You may call me a fr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cecameron2391/1370233/ I guess they misunderstand my down trot face.The extrovert, she acts,as if, I am, out of place.All the while, a smile,is hidden deep inside. -By Eric Weick  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cecameron2391/1369265/ Cheers, let us raise our glass now, to you, oh friend. Cheers, for the years, that you have spent, us, we as country, we ladies, we men. All the years, we were, that we - wasted. Cheers, let us not forget the saints. Thank you Daniel, thank you Pap, t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cecameron2391/1363658/ What if you could have been her knight never covered her in black,in shining armor could you have saved her, or was it a vision of herin white, that you had lacked? Can not live, with you in the mirror after all I’ve given turning back .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cecameron2391/1361536/ At the stage, at the desk, student weeps,time to rest. Years wasted,only to come back to a position she had,held before. And the hope she had…Back to a truth in soul,she had lacked.Disappointment: A plagueof Family.Eyes are hers,thes.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cecameron2391/1355193/ Looking up,into lights, so blinding, an image plastered to the wall at first glance,was frightening. Knew her before,as a girl, beauty came witha second look. A smile so trusting,and a boy she took. Red hair then, red hair now, Boy wa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cecameron2391/1354784/ Jacob lead the people. Bury it within the dust,at the foot of a tree. Bethel, turn away,one hundred and five years.Can not see. Weight of a god, anvil to the body. Cycle this town,a grave stone and a house he found.Carry he did, comfort to the tree,&nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cecameron2391/1348276/ WGA Copyright 2014-2019Title: Better Prisons Genre: Drama/ FictionIdea: An angel and a demon examine the lives of five different people living within a city.          Being old rivals the demon challenges the angel to a bet,      &.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cecameron2391/1344966/ His hands, they… shake. A fight between him and, other men, those made of golden bones. Fingers upon her back, like birds in the air, flying against all the worries at the ceiling of her soul. Beyond distance, beyond space, beyond time,this point we.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cecameron2391/1344634/ I wish to challenge death,that day, on which he should take me.Unpleasant and quarrelsome, for him it shall be,until my last breath escape me.I wish to challenge death,not a coward, but fighting him on every hill.Until my bones fail me, and my skin fades,until I have done right, by my Gods loving wi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cecameron2391/1341419/ A A Better PrisonThere is no such waythat man can create, a better Hell. Though he may succeed in the attempt,life is never lived out for what it was truly meant. So man is blind to all he has got,creating for himself a better device,to trap the time,and he calls it a clock. And .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cecameron2391/1341410/