http://slow.writerscafe.org/luvs2read The original writings of author luvs2write en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775967566 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I built this wall for Protection. I don’t care that it became my Destruction. Tearing it down is causing Confrontation. I don’t want to deal with my Desperation. I built this wall for Protection. You tear it down for my Resurrection. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luvs2read/2144658/ I’m split apart Breaking from the middle Obligations Expectations My life is a riddle The lines are blurred Between wrong and right Tell me to face my fears But I always choose flightI’m cracking, breaking Falling to pieces You can see it i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luvs2read/2137369/ The flowers died on Thursday. I watched them wither, turn brown,             And slowlymold to grey.  The petals fell overnight. I counted them as they dropped         &n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luvs2read/2135166/ Elongated paths with no endTo be seen,Evening and morning Remain the same.Neverending nothingness,Insanity sets in.Time is irrelevant;Yearning, a sin.Oh holy heart,Beat for the last time.Long was the life thoughI had longer in mind.Vainly I grasped;I wanted control Of.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luvs2read/2004588/ Chapter Nineteen The drive home consisted mostly of questions. There were a lot of “How was it?” and “Did you have fun?” There were a few of “Did you behave?” and maybe a couple of “Did you make any friends?” I answered each of these with shor.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luvs2read/1776314/ Chapter sixteen It was weird, sleeping in “my” bed and thinking about leaving again. I would have to pack up my clothes and things in my backpack like I did last time. It was hard to stuff it all in there, but it would fit. I think last time I sat on it to get it closed.  T.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luvs2read/1750215/ Kind of a poem, kind of a song... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luvs2read/1747961/ I rolled over in my sleeping bag. I had miraculously fallen asleep, only to be jolted away by a noise. A shiver ran down my spine. I had never wanted to go on this camping trip anyway. It’s just an animal, I told myself. It didn’t even sound big...probably just a raccoon. 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