http://slow.writerscafe.org/IluJonathan22 The original writings of author Kimberly Miller en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776198596 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 An in depth look at God's unending and unimaginable love for me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IluJonathan22/1699135/                                                   &nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IluJonathan22/1660461/ Simple PleasuresWe often believe we find happiness in many things, People, possessions, places.....But a new idea I do bring,Perhaps look at things from someone else's pace?You might not find happiness in algebra or math,but doodling is a nice distraction.Till your mother expresses her wrath,And con.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IluJonathan22/1511111/ This is a copy of a writing project I had to do earlier this year. Please read and tell me what you think! :) Also keep in mind this is just for fun. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IluJonathan22/1503398/ What Does A Memory Sound Like?What does a memory sound likeDoes it sound like the tinkle of a bellOr the whispers of the wind through the treesDoes it sound like the mystery in a cats meowDoes it bring thoughts of long agoTo our hearts and mind alikeOr does it just dredge upThose deep secrets we all.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IluJonathan22/1495390/ The Ribbon Was ThereThe ribbon was there the day she was bornWrapped around her chubby fingerNever to be shown a shred of lornYet always there to lingerThe ribbon was there when she learned to crawlAnd the day she learned to walkTied up in the hair of her dollWho she then made to talkThe ribbon was .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IluJonathan22/1493197/ Tick TockTick Tock, Tick Tock, goes the clock,Time passes with every instant,How have you spent your tick tock,Perhaps we should ponder that a minute?Have you spent it being sinful,Or uncompassionate,Maybe selfish, unpatient or ungrateful,Perhaps even truculent?Or maybe you spent it loving or helpin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IluJonathan22/1491503/ The Girl and the BookShe drifts through life moment by momentDulled by the lack of thrillShe looks for some kind of enlightenmentThat won't keep her heart so still.Then there, in the corner, on the dusty shelf,Sits the leather-bound written work,That has it's own longings, kept to itself,Yet somehow.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IluJonathan22/1490884/ RedIt was the first thing I saw when I opened my eyes. Looking around, I realized I was in my room. I was tucked in bed and all the pillows were stuffed behind my back for support. The wind blew against the house, making creaking noises. Starled, I inhaled quickly and flinched. My lungs ached and I .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IluJonathan22/1489549/      I awoke the next morning, sat up and stretched, when it dawned on me what had happened last night. I got up off the bed and stood up quickly, almost as if I thought someone was in the room. I was still slightly mad and slightly embarrassed about the whole thing. As I go.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IluJonathan22/1489171/         After Trooper was satisfied that I was safely tucked in on my side of the buckboard, he clicked his tonuge and the horse started forward. We rode out of town and turned down a lane where a grove of tree had been planted oddly in the middle of nowhere.".. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IluJonathan22/1489050/ DreamsThey awaken our minds at nightThey haunt us with their mystical mightSometimes they bring back memories of long agoOther times they replay things of woeStill yet they remind us the joys of lifeOr the sadness and sorrow of hardships or strifePerhaps they dwell on our embarrassmentsOr the times .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IluJonathan22/1489014/ NightIt comes softly and quietly without warningSlowly darkening the bright sunlight as it falls over the edge of the earthCreepying along the outskirts of towns and farmsIt covers homes and quarters with its thick blanket of darknessWrapping itself tight, almost sufficatinglyIt twists its.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IluJonathan22/1485027/ My Feline FriendMy Feline Friend wakes up by my sideHe purrs me "good morning " as I open my eyesHe kisses me with his soft, wet noseBut soon returns to his slumbering doze.I get up and begin to start my dayHe opens one eye that seems to plead for me to stayI smile and give him a soft pat on hi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IluJonathan22/1484061/ The Quiet Person sits, in a room of peopleNo one to talk to, no one acknowledged byAlthough not alone in body, still alone in mind The Quiet Person sits alone, catching no ones eyeThe Quiet Person might seem dull, depressed or sadBut she is feelingShe feels the glares, the stares, the disg.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IluJonathan22/1483615/ I awoke the next morning feeling refreshed and very excited for the days events. As I began to twist my hair into a bun, I remember Trooper and I had set no time or meeting place at which to then go to my aunt's home. I swallowed the lump in my throat as I finished with my hair and hurried to change.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IluJonathan22/1478351/ "Ready?" he said, grasping my outstretched hand as he leaned off the buckboard to help me up."Sure" I said.Trooper choose a restraurant on the outskirts of town, one by the name of....Kellee's Kitchen"Let's just hope Kellee knows what she's doing in the kitchen," I mumbled under my breath, a bi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IluJonathan22/1478193/ "Easy there, take a deep breath", Trooper said to me as I tried to console me, which may have seemed impossible because, much to my embarressment, I had begun to cry pitifully on his shoulder, my tears soaking through his shirt."I.....I just don't know what I'm gonna do!" 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