http://slow.writerscafe.org/gnarlym The original writings of author gnarlym en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776229371 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 When you were born, you cannon balled into this world with a smile like springtimeand eyes that screamed sunshine andI remember thinking this boy is not afraid of anythingthis boy knows no fearand he will conquer worldsbut I didn't realize that smiling does not mean you are not afraid and .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gnarlym/1554783/ I will love you until theoceans in your eyes dryand flowers no longer grow where you kiss meand the sun no longer shineswhen your lips partand your laugh sounds likethe clinking of an old bellrather than the elaborate music that it is.I will love you more http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gnarlym/1554734/ The curls of your hair tangle me in your thoughts,and never would I dream to take some scissors or a blade, and cut my way free.I'd take each flower of your mind  and decorate my own,I could not conjure a place more magnificent than you http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gnarlym/1554730/ You are goofy but all the while regalyour eyes are melted sunshine, yet also the ocean's temperyour hands are soft against my skin, but rough when on their ownyour gait is that of a simple man, but also of a kingyour crown is a backwards cap, but made of gold to me.If you were a king, I'd follow you.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gnarlym/1554727/ I remember a once upon a timewhere the princess wasn't a princess at alluntil the village boy kissed herand it was at that moment that the dagger in her fist became a daisyand the black veil over her face fled from the sunshine beneath it http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gnarlym/1554723/ I found a coin at work todayfrom somewhere far from hereand it just goes to showthat people do not pay attention to the little things.Like when a silver coin is out of placeand I wonder who it belonged to last.Maybe the pride and joy of a young girl's coin collectionthat her brother stole for a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gnarlym/1554720/ A woman once told me that love was like a bullet in your backShe said it was like a blow to the head, swirling vertigo made you sick but I know better.Love is the kiss to a scraped knee, and the embrace to a fractured heart,it is the swallow whose wings brush your insides and the bobby pins you find.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gnarlym/1554718/ When you were born I wrinkled my nose at you because you were change and I did not like that.I hated the evolution of things and the idea that something could change and still be wholesome.I did not hate you,but what you stood for.I know now that you were what I neededand your never ending enth.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gnarlym/1554248/ There are tales whispered across pillows and passed from grandmother to granddaughter for numerous generations. She was beautiful, with hair black like the depths of the sea and eyes that reflected the sun’s warmth. She was known for her mirth, and the way her eyes crinkled against the wind an.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gnarlym/1554223/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gnarlym/1554221/