http://slow.writerscafe.org/Pmars The original writings of author Pmars en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776201063 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Distract me; take me away, to a place where you will feel no pain, because all your tears, they are in vain. All these times that you cared, a waste, all lost in the haste, the mistake of letting yourself feel. Every time you stretch out your hand, expecting me to take it, but all I do is laugh, you.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pmars/1591263/ The lone step stares at the stairs as they wind their twisting way higher, motionless, caught in time, a fleeting glance at the road to the top, from a distance, always watching those that strive to reach greeatness, the lone step, their first step, always stepped on never remembered, forever outsid.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pmars/1591259/ Twisting through the airA bright lightMoving swiftly through the nightWe take flightJoin togetherThe moments that last foreverAnd as we fall againBack to the earthWe are the end of itOur paths splitAs we crash to EarthOur lives giving birthTo new lives, loves, adventuresWe .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pmars/1591256/ Walking in the desert all alone, just the sun, sand, and wind for company. There, away from all I hold dear, I found Myself, Who I was, What I was Made Of. You never know how strong you are until you come to a challenge and face it. You can overcome things you never thought possible. But until you t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pmars/1591252/ What if you could sit in the rain, drown away all of your pain, what if you could take my hand, take flight, fly away into the night? What if we could soar forever, better than ever? What if you were me and I was you, one person, together, we could be. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pmars/1591239/ Fresh, bright, green and full of life we spring forthand as minutes turn to hours; hours to days; days to weekswe jade with age; forgetting the promise of youth for the harsh realities of maturityAnd yet at the end, as we wither into brown dust do we fly with the wind;peering down at a world.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pmars/1591235/ Look, Look UP, into the dark night sky. The pitch blackness reflects in the human soul, dark and stretching out forever, with only tiny bits of light dotting it irregularly. The depth of the human soul can cast shadows even over these stars, the darkness within each of us without bounds. And yet, wi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pmars/1591233/