http://slow.writerscafe.org/LoLoveDeva The original writings of author L.M.W. en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776029496 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I used to be afraid of the dark.It wasn't really the darkness that scared me-No, it was the things that could happen in the dark:Where no one can see,Not even me.As I’ve grown I have confronted the fear,We have shared thoughts and opinions.Long ago It tried to scare me with it’s darkness.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LoLoveDeva/1733269/ “Our Father, Who art in heaven-” Logan started with great conviction.“Almighty God, our heavenly Father:-” Father Maathuis began with a great sadness in his heart. “Hallowed be Thy Name;-”"He has sinned against you,-”“Thy kingdom come,-”“Th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LoLoveDeva/1724463/ “You know, you should always have plans in case any sort of situation happens,” there’s my mother, always telling me random things at random times. With a sigh, I give my automatic response, “Yes mother.” She doesn’t like when I respond just that, but I do anyway... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LoLoveDeva/1673730/ When I was small,I dreamed of a better world. I came up with ideas of creating things,great things,life changing things to better us all.I believed we could have a world of purity,a world of warmth,a world of kindness.When I was small,I dreamed of a better worldWhen I was small,I believed in love.I .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LoLoveDeva/1673719/ We exist in the nightmares.Just touching yet still out of grasp.Because if I thought it safeI would reach for your hand.But I won’t,Not while I’m awake.You have kept us entwined so far.Forcing yourself to be in my life one way or another.And since you can’t be my humanityYou’.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LoLoveDeva/1532135/ Oh Father, Dear Father.Why do you look down and only gape?Why do you see the pain and gaze at shame?Damned are we here, and to what end.Stuck in the times that determine our ends.Do you smile upon us when we shed tears?Do you laugh when blood mixes with sweat,Or is it pleasure to see how there is no.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LoLoveDeva/1532131/ Just a six-word story that you can interpret in anyway you want. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LoLoveDeva/1532121/ A Little idea I was playing around with. It's actually a prototype for a different story I've been working on for a while. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LoLoveDeva/1532107/ A man's wife is presumed dead, but was she just his wife or was she also his friends' lady as well? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LoLoveDeva/1529475/ We've grown so lost, we've lost the sight.The true evil and the true light.Muddied the waters, made them black as night.New found levels of cruelty because the old did not suffice.We all need it, to start anew.The Phoenix did it, and so can you.The road less traveled now disappeared from sight.Rober.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LoLoveDeva/1529474/ Based off of the original Jabberwocky poem by Lewis Carroll http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LoLoveDeva/1472011/ Ode about the love I have towards my family. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LoLoveDeva/1472008/ About ode poems. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LoLoveDeva/1472005/ He dreams of her all the time. Even now, a year later, her eyes are the shadows haunting his mind. His secret, his loss and the pain of said lost. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LoLoveDeva/1472001/ Nobody can see you but me,My very own secret.You don’t leave me feeling bad like others,You make me all better.I don’t have to share your affection,You’re solely for me.You don’t control me,You let me make my own decisions.We don’t have to go out.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LoLoveDeva/1438334/ An out of place poem. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LoLoveDeva/1438332/ We are who we are inside. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LoLoveDeva/1438329/ Tanka poem. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LoLoveDeva/1438324/ The beauty of the piano swayed in the background. She just wanted to play the piano one more time. For the last time. The familiar metallic smell filled the air, accompanying the death and grief. She paid no attention to the three corpses she left behind her. She just wanted to play one more ti.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LoLoveDeva/1424504/