http://slow.writerscafe.org/SilentFox The original writings of author Madeline en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775986590 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 This is for my aunt, whose baby was diagnosed with Anecephaly. Her name is Phoebe Ann, and she will die shortly after birth. Through all things we must remember, God is good. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilentFox/1567444/ All they talk aboutis the good and the bad, The black and thewhite, The saint and thesinner. But it seems to me,that no one speaks of the in-between. The some-what goodand the gray. That unchartedrabbit hole of uncertainty That either makesyou comfortably mad or.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilentFox/1566410/ This is letter to myself for when I was struggling with depression. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilentFox/1566177/ Here's to all thehearts I've broken,If any there's atall.I hope to you I'veleft a lesson,Not only justscored walls.That you learned asmiling faceDoesn't always meana friend.That to every storywrittenThere won't alwaysbe an easy end.Remember that ascr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilentFox/1565265/ People love me inthe way that one loves a wildfire.They love to takepart in the passion and untamable rage bubbling beneath the surface of thebeauty.Humans findsomething so magical in the uncontrollable.While they love andare enthralled by it, no one wants to touch it.They .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilentFox/1563922/ Life will be given, And taken away.When which will bewhich never can we say.No matter how itcomes, both are selfsame.First comes lifefull of joy,Oft accompanied bypain.Then Death kissesthe lungs,Life is lifted towings.When the heartsuccumbs to silence,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilentFox/1542399/ "Hold me"she whispered, and no one held her. "Help me" she softly spoke, and noone helped her. "Love me" she begged, and no oneloved her. "Save me" she screamed, and no onesaved her. "Kill me." she whispered, and did itherself. Everyone came. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilentFox/1539872/ Lord please hold me. For I can no longer do it myself. I have waited far too long to call upon your precious name, Waiting on everything spilling over with nothingness. I weep sorely, oh my God, my tear ducts have long run dry And I hold onto not a thing but you. When I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilentFox/1513158/ I don't want to look at you and see the words that spill from my mind, Coming together piece be piece, word by word, With every smile and connection of eyes, Coming together like the pages of a well-written book. So please do not look at me like that, As if I hold the secret.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilentFox/1513086/ Of all the sky's it is the midnight one which knows me the best. For its minds eye carries the burning image of a young girls tear streaked face staring up into it's vast expanses. It knows best the east window opened, and holds silently the girl slipping out of it, Escaping troubles .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilentFox/1513083/ Chairs and tables claimed, Whispers spread round the room, They don't know she can hear them, She's alone just like the moon. Surrounded by her star-eyes piers, Painful rumors fly, Amused glances over shoulders, While she just walks right by.Desperate for attention.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilentFox/1512521/ Venom slipped through their mouths, Spoken in such gentle tones. With sharpened tongues they seemed to laugh, Oh darling don't you know? You're worth noting in the eyes of us, Though sweet signs of friendships seemed to show, Planted on the cobblestones, Never will.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilentFox/1512518/ Run through the pathway of the tall white pines,Bow to the mercifulKing,Pour out yoursorrows and heartaches and fears,From your mouththey'll begin to all spring,He'll take you andhold you and dry all your tears,And back through thepathway you'll run.When your words.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilentFox/1512514/  Life is better for the misfits. 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Here's to the oneswho stand out from all the jaywalkers and the trash-talkers. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilentFox/1512509/ Hello, my love.  I pray thateverything is going well for you, but if not, read this letter carefully.I hope that you aresleeping well.Sleep, though it mayseem boring, is really one of the most vividly beautiful ways that we speak toourselves.I wrote a littlepoe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilentFox/1459124/ My blood boils, it burns, blazing away inside of my veins.Coursing its way through my arteries into every part of me.There is a raging passion in my soul, and it scares me more than anything else.I am either passionately angry, or just so as joyful.Completely depressed, or absolutely frantic.There i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilentFox/1456271/ Why do I let youenthrall me so?Let you speak with asilver tongue that comes all too natural?I can't hold on toyou any longer for fear of falling,But somehow I justcan't let you go. Why do you tell mesuch stories?Filled withwonderful words and underlying meanings. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilentFox/1456268/