http://slow.writerscafe.org/subbie717 The original writings of author James Reader en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776187047 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 To see your light be slowly snuffed out by the shadows of worlds and stars. Truly speaks to how small we really are. To see your shadows turn from gray to red. Gives the feeling of light heartedness or so it could be said. Few times in our short but sweet existence can we look and see such beauty in.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/subbie717/1640870/ It's menacing the way it ebbs and flows. The way time seems to come and go.We lose ourselves in sands of time. It's weary the way dulls the mind.I find myself at a loss of words.As time drags on they return to me.Helping to find the poet inside of me.The words were lost I played life.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/subbie717/1639659/ How do we learn not to love. In a world where we are taught from almost birth to seek it out. It has so many faces and can cause so many changes. Sometimes for better and sometimes for worse. Love must be mankind's oldest curse. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/subbie717/1639629/ He's chained to his feelings. Their baggage bears a heavy toll. He marches down this long and weary road. He wears a suit of armor constructed by his sins. His shield is made from anger to ward off any further mends. He fights these losing battles often prays for it to end but these chains are made.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/subbie717/1639627/ To be of this age and yet still be utterly alone. Must truly say something of ones soul. When you value kindness and honestly or so we were told. It makes you a better person its supposed to help you grow. They say if you have patients you'll find your perfect match but at this age in our society to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/subbie717/1639625/ The Real WorldThey think they know us. In reality they know not. There was pain and many hardships not easily forgot. They see the injustice and the misery it brought. They lost sight of our goals it was us that they forgot. We fought battles in in places where God was not. We fought for liberty.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/subbie717/1639624/ Starlight star bright how we used to gaze at night. Where once we would huddle around fires that burned bright. We laughed and danced and strolled through the moon light.We would hear tales of morals, justice and mankind's fight. But now the nights are gone replaced by artificial bright... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/subbie717/1639623/ Dreams of the Heart...My dreams of her are my secret. I wonder how long she may keep it. Though through the years they may have wained. Still they linger within our brains. Thoughts of us and visions turned to dust. It's so battered and beaten our broken trust. still the thoughts are lost deep.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/subbie717/1639622/ The war is over, battles we won.They call us heroes, time we've done. No simple parades or bells were rungThey simply told us we were done. So home we went, minds were gone. Now it's time to smartly carry-on.The times we had now are gone. But the war inside still carries on. Fami.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/subbie717/1639616/ Though this world be of doubt. My mind often loses its route.In the darkness you shall see. A brighter lighter side of me. Pain and weakness are my friends. They pursue me to the ends. Trends of madness talk to me. They extinguish the light inside of me.As the light seems to .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/subbie717/1639612/ Thoughts of Guilt. Pleasure and pain, heart and brain. Wicked and twisted they destroy my inter frame. I struggle with my hidden demons. I fear I cannot contain. They eat away at me, for I know their names. Lust and pride too often denied. They are the enemies of my righteous side. A battle of spi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/subbie717/1639610/ I feel like I have lost that thing the spark and as result the only woman I have ever truly loved. She seems to think I do not care and that I do not feel. As if I am some sort of monster that shows no emotions. A cold soulless beast, that has but one purpose to destroy all that he holds dear. Sh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/subbie717/1344018/