http://slow.writerscafe.org/sfienhold489 The original writings of author Sabrina en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776013219 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sfienhold489/1714850/ This tidal wave of loveemotions to overcometake it for grantedit’s going to get lostwrite it on my armswrite it in my veinsthe tidal wave of loveprepares to overtakerip away my hearttear it in twopick up the piecesthen sit down and suefail me oncefail me twiceone more strikelooks like you&rsqu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sfienhold489/1702210/ As dawn creeps through my window.Birds tweet near and far.Sweet sunshine and freedom,brings the breakfast bar.Mid-Day and the lunch is here.Picnic with family.Blanket spread we soon will soar.Cookies are our treat.Afternoon brings us snacking.Food and sweets galore.Snacking is a sweet pleasure.I jus.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sfienhold489/1601819/ When we're aloneJust you and meThere is no place I would rather be.The rest of the world fades awayThe trees, the sun, the soft summer breezeFade awayJust you and meYour sparkling eyes and meYour beautiful smile and meYour laughing humor and meYou and me.With my dreams up high.I float on cloud nine... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sfienhold489/1587615/ INTERNATIONAL CAPS LOCK DAY.BY: SABRINATODAY IS INTERNATIONAL CAPS LOCK DAY. 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I know what you're think, she starts all of these novels then doesn't finish them... this one will be different. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sfienhold489/1564205/ This has to be the stupidest poem ever, but who cares! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sfienhold489/1551389/ As we walk through the dew,the sun peeks out from below.As we walk through the dew,I wonder,How can beauty be one thing,if everyone if different.If that is the case,no one is beautiful,or everyone is as beautiful as the next. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sfienhold489/1549135/ It began with a dream. No, not a dream, a nightmare. Dreams are peaceful and calm, this was a nightmare. Standing in the rain, wetness soaking me to the bone, until a bolt of light flashed through the sky in the distance. Thunder roared and a man appeared in front of me. “Follow me.” He .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sfienhold489/1547619/ HumanHow they have came to beThe true beauty behind lifeWhere they came from...No one knowsHow we adapted...No one knowsWhy we grow...No one knowsSometimes...The true beauties in lifeAren't know http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sfienhold489/1545875/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sfienhold489/1545873/ There are plenty of other fish in the sea.So maybe this one wasn't meant to be.Give yourself some time to think.And maybe you will find a link.To bring in to the one you love.And maybe, just maybe, you will get the dove.The dove for love. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sfienhold489/1543917/ "Becca!" Natalie screams up the stairs to me. I am a foster child, and Natalie is my foster mom.  "Yes!" I call back, scrambling down the stairs.  It's almost time for dinner, and it's your turn to set the table." Natalie says. Ugh! I grab out the plates and set the table for three. Natal.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sfienhold489/1541670/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sfienhold489/1540826/ This really isn't about my life. Sorry about there being no punctuation. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sfienhold489/1539771/ As I lay in bedWanting just a few morePrecious moments of sleepThe sunshine floats inThrough the windowThe sun in my eyesStops the sleep from comingI finally give in and awakenMaking myself some coffeeAnother day, half asleepI feel like a zombie http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sfienhold489/1538672/ The precious moment when you get an ideaIt comes to youLike a dream as your eyes closeYou can't get it out of your headIt formsIt createsIt becomesIt reachesOut to youThe moment you have been waiting forThe moment you get your ideaThe moment you are inspired http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sfienhold489/1537816/ FriendBoyfriendGirlfriendFriendshipBest FriendThey all have an endFamily doesn't have an endThat's why family's important http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sfienhold489/1537814/ A short stupid poem. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sfienhold489/1537812/ A new version of little red riding hood. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sfienhold489/1537350/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sfienhold489/1537269/ PictureImageCreativeThrillingUniqueRealEdit http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sfienhold489/1536909/ LlamaLargeAnimalMarvelousAmazing http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sfienhold489/1536906/ Just a few words on a pageCould mean the whole wordJust a few words on a pageCould end the worldJust a few words on a pageCan be lovedCan be threatenedCan be worshipedCan be savoredCan be hatedJust a few words on a pageYou can never know. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sfienhold489/1536894/ May 24, 2832Lila RowanHi! 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The cave wall was cool to the touch and smelled of smoke, I could taste it in the air. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sfienhold489/1536250/ You don't want painBut you want happinessYou don't want rainBut you want a rainbowYou don't want changeBut you want it to be betterYou don't want hateBut you want loveJust stay strongAnd things will get betterThough the storm surges onIt can't rain forever http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sfienhold489/1536247/ Chapter One RRRING!! My friend’s alarm rings. Great! I think. The first day of school is in two and a half hours and I am so excited. I laid out my clothes last night at my friends house. I always spend the night at her house the entire week before school starts, that way we will be prepared. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sfienhold489/1531962/ PrefaceMy name is Khio. My mom didn't care about my name so she wrote down random letters and called it my name. 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