http://slow.writerscafe.org/Kssc The original writings of author ksscampos en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775975459 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Lucid TranquilityI get caught in thislucid dreamLook up to the sky,as it stares back at meIn a bizarre scene Ifind tranquilityMy mind’s racing,with nowhere to be I pause Today never seems toquenchTh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kssc/1597271/ racing through life http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kssc/1519856/ meet yourself http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kssc/1517331/ Most times I hide away my true emotions in order to protect myself from others caring too much. I believe it may be of fear of actually fitting in. having friends carry with it great responsibilities. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kssc/1463227/ love is the music we share. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kssc/1451193/ "The only time you should look down on someone is if you're helping them up. " http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kssc/1444862/ new days, new beginnings http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kssc/1440775/ paycheck to paycheck. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kssc/1438366/ love, even if it is a one way street... just love http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kssc/1435713/ My Dream“Dad! Look at what I’ve done.”His tiny arms extended out to my direction Supplying me with sketch. It did not look sophisticatedBut I could tell he did his best.“Do you like it Dad? It’s you and Mom.”My eyes glanced but could not seeA blurred sun.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kssc/1432075/ never underestimate the feelings of a quiet person. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kssc/1431522/ A flower can be found in great ruins http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kssc/1431447/ hate is learned http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kssc/1430590/ built up frustration http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kssc/1430588/ until the day, that the color of a man's skin is of no more significance than the color of his eyes, me say war -Bob Marley http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kssc/1430582/ suicide: a permanent solution to a temporary problem. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kssc/1430581/ only a mad man speaks of love http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kssc/1430579/ in the world of the blind, the cyclops is king http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kssc/1430578/ love is poison http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kssc/1430576/ without the company you need, you'll always feel alone http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kssc/1430575/ lack of time is an excuse of those who loses times due to lack of initiative http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kssc/1430574/ trying to live a happy life, despite all the obstacles http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kssc/1430572/ I miss the physical connection with other people http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kssc/1430570/ One mother is worth more than a thousand school masters. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kssc/1430569/ the day you question your faith, the day you challenge your beliefs, the day you reason your ideas... only then will you have my respect. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kssc/1430563/ the agony of waiting for a loved one to return. minutes feels like days, days feels like years. perhaps, they will never return. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kssc/1430561/ we need to stop and reassess our lives, and our communities. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kssc/1430560/ a revolted mind yelling for help. to be saved from this insanely path of imaginary freedom http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kssc/1430554/