http://slow.writerscafe.org/EKDonaldson The original writings of author E.K.Donaldson en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776010187 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Are you ready for a nap?Just rest your head upon my lap.I'll protect you as you sleep.So go ahead and take the leap.Trust your heart with me.I'll fill it with so much glee.It won't be long before you fall.So, go ahead and make the call.Join your hand with mine.We can make our own line.Falling, falli.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EKDonaldson/1493899/ Wispy whites and bluesCascading from the rockThe water pays its duesAnd soon puts on its smockQuickly jumping from each stepCarelessly making us all wetSkipping with a lively pepSuch a beauty hardly met http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EKDonaldson/1493895/ Blackness pierces through the lightSoon we don't see any whiteScreams and unknown noisesNow everyone quickly poisesReady to fight or flightNothing seems rightSilence cuts deep withinSoon we lose our kinNothing left for usAlone on this busBitterness now overridesWe must be on the same sideThere is no.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EKDonaldson/1493608/ Perception in its greatest formIgnorance is sometimes warmDepends on how it laysAmusment in both waysCast aside all your doubtPick it up and turn aboutKnowing all is blissNot knowing is a kissContradiction everywhereIt contains a lot of flare http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EKDonaldson/1493021/ I doubt that I shall ever knowjust how much your love might showor just how luscious your lips might beor just how much you seeor just how soft your hair can feelor just how well you cook a mealor just how warm your skin might beor oh how tender your touch must be!I doubt that I shall ever know that.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EKDonaldson/1491631/ Pride is his name.Money is certainly not his fame.How then do they call him prideful?It is as if they speak with their mouths full.I thought him to be aloof.Now I see that I don't have proof.His eyes look at me.There could never be a we.How then does he think about us?I wonder if anyone could make a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EKDonaldson/1491629/ Words caught within my throatArms caught within my coatFearful thoughts run through my mindShould I speak, what would I findCareful actions we both makeNow, I give a double takeMovements frozen from one motionYour eyes an enormous oceanMovements frozen from one wordEven though it sounds absurdI must.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EKDonaldson/1491618/ Your words echo through my mind.I can't forget your name.Why do you play this game?Roses roll over from the windSunflowers sing no more.Who are you doing this for?You are no longer kind.I can no longer see your face.I wish this were another case.Surely you must grind.Inevitable must be your end.Now .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EKDonaldson/1490499/ How horrid,How grossIs your spoiled milk!It sifts and never percolates its smell!Oh how disgusting,How demotivatingIs its look.It unappetizes and deters,Even the bravest of us all.How sickening,How nauseatingIs its texture!A chunk is soon discovered.The temperature is neutral.Oh how unbearable,How r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EKDonaldson/1490427/ Why do you always act insane?Why do you always walk upon my lane?Subtle glances from your eyesForever avoiding my loud sighsSmiling wide for all to seeYet never making a decreeCareless actionsleaving me no satisfactionsWhat could be going on in your mind?Who could you be thinking kind? 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