http://slow.writerscafe.org/BreezyD The original writings of author Breezy en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776119977 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 My husband is not a very trusting man.             Hedespises my constant want to help others. Still, I know it was one of thereasons he fell in love with me. We are strikingly different, and it is in thissimple fact that we work s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BreezyD/1358493/ My love for You is like the soft Rain,Creating ripples in a still Water. Tis a peaceful event,To arrive with good intent. Yet ails with each drop,A stillness once so calm, So beautiful.  And my love for You is like the color blue,Which w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BreezyD/1358489/ Oh little Fish,What is it that You see?Why do You insist,To swim so far from me? I promise You no harm,I swear I’ll leave you be.I just really wish,That You’d come near to me. Why are You so scared?You flinch at every sound.Ho.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BreezyD/1358486/ I am not a jealous man,But my flesh burns as you embrace him. I am not an angry man,But this jealousy makes me so. I promised to never yell,Nor raise an uncaring hand.But anger is the weak man’s spell. You anger me,And you color my.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BreezyD/1358192/ If I were a tree,Which tree would I be?The old or the young?The weak or the strong? Would I be destined for glory?The highlight of a story?Or to live absent of mind,Where peace I shall never find. Yet how sweet to see,All that the world can b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BreezyD/1358191/ I took a walk to clear my headAnd on this walk I found a bed,And in this bed I laid my head To sleep amongst a day of dread. I went to sleep to clear my head,But in my sleep I had a dream.I dreamed I’d be forever dead,I dreamed I was forever dead.&n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BreezyD/1358189/ I glide along the steady beachAs waves thrash upon the shore.Caressing memories I must not keep,I pray them leave me forevermore.For many a year I held your hand, In times of peace and times of war.I thought for sure our love would stand,Like sand upon a midnight shore.But now the sand has washed aw.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BreezyD/1358187/ To allow the sand, which coarsens thy feet, to remainbetween gentle toes is but the sweetest of love,For love has power to burden the soul, harden the heart,impair a man, and deflower a woman,Yet we continue to love with a seriously, meaningful,sickening passion. Must we h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BreezyD/1358183/         I'venever enjoyed red roses. They remind me of the blood that flows through ourveins, waiting for the opportune moment to escape and cause death to the verysanctuary it once swore to protect.         &nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BreezyD/1358168/