http://slow.writerscafe.org/znhasenkamp The original writings of author Zita Nonie Hasenkamp en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776033142 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Wasted.My soul. My time.I spent all my days Chafing my fingertips To make the rope That would eventually becomeMy noose.But had I not done this, The world would have Laid me to rest on the roadWhere my blood would be Spilt-- Ground into the dustBy the heels forThe armies that marchTo wage warOn our .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/znhasenkamp/1470371/ Her eyes like shattered stained-glass windowsWith rain pouring through the cracksHer pale skin scarred and brokenFrom all the knives plunged through her back And tears were shed and sore hearts bled Until the frost was stained deep redAnd frail lungs burned As old leaves turnedAnd you.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/znhasenkamp/1470370/ This is sort of poetry and prose mixed together. I wrote this for all of you lovely writers who might be feeling a bit like I am right now, so I hope you enjoy! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/znhasenkamp/1467879/ Our souls were likeThe eyes of childrenLong beforeCareless hands stirred theDust that settled in the Bottoms of our hearts.Out of sight is out of Mind but We have consciences for A good reason.We studied our plainReflections in the pools Of our tears mixedWith the morning dewUntil the glittering tur.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/znhasenkamp/1467375/ Description of winter through my eyes, welcome to another world. This is one of bittersweet beauty and the miracles of nature. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/znhasenkamp/1459038/ It's so hard for me to create an adequate representation of my emotions through words, but I am proud to say that this poem expresses perfectly what I feel. Enjoy! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/znhasenkamp/1459025/