http://slow.writerscafe.org/Swallace The original writings of author Saruwa en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776006310 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 There are not enough hours I could spend with you,Not enough words I could write down.Nothing I could ever say,To adequately convey how I feel.In the midst of pain,Through the sadness.Though it is so very hard,Our love is real.Stay with me love,See me through.Stay on this journey,Please help me heal.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Swallace/2047510/ For all who suffer http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Swallace/2047507/ YouMy heart aches when I’m not with youMy body quakes at the thought of touchingBreathing deep, holding it in. Letting out my dreams for tomorrowI have visions of dancing with youIn the kitchen, swaying close and bodies brushingStumbling to the bedroom, laughing In your arms,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Swallace/1971590/ For there is now lovewhere there once was notA heart beats fullwhere it once would stop.What brings this changea new life inside mea timepiece of lovethat ticks for Thee.It is you my Love,that thrills me soA soul de-weedednow Delphiniums growIt touches the Heavensthis passion we sharenot a thing cou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Swallace/1777088/ For all who have felt helpless, there is hope. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Swallace/1777038/ For all who have been broken, it's time to be rebuilt http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Swallace/1777036/ You don't understandNo one will ever knowHow much it hurts to loveFor this heart that hurts soThis anguish I feelThe pain that throbsIt's all too much to bearAll of my joy it robsFor it doesn't just take meIt takes you tooDo you know how much it hurts?To see you have to go .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Swallace/1769498/ edges burned as memories fade of faces singed in the mind, in the blazegray smoke clouds the heartthru fields once clover, now fleshshots fired in the dense brushprayers muttered in the roar of battle hushedtoo young to know, too old to forgetthe scars that braise like bullets deepLucid realms .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Swallace/1762078/ I love a southern thunderstorm, a low country showera light rain or display of immense powerthe thunder rolls like the crashing waveslightning flashes like a firefly behaveson a deep cloudless night the stars shine aboveon warm summer night I simply fall in lovebut a cool breeze blows and brings a c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Swallace/1762077/ My expectations and my heart arrive the same, that tears should fall like leaves at your name, with woes not unlike the coming seasons, drifting to and fro without rhyme & with no reason. As colors shine then slowly fade, may the outcome not cloud or hopes be jade. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Swallace/1762076/ My small eyes, my deaf ears, try to comprehend a minute part of His story.But I am only a small portion, in this infinitesimal galaxy of His raging glory.How do I begin to explain His works- the sun, the moon begin to speak?praises emanate without opening my mouth, not my place to say but seek.Witho.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Swallace/1762071/ I am haunted by these things that consumed me once, not too long ago.Broken by imitations of joy, no not once only, twice three, four times before.Cycles of pain that recur at no expectancy, so soon, so close. Hard to stand when those holding you jump, you take the fall- hard, beaten to a sinki.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Swallace/1762060/ I live for your love http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Swallace/1761656/ You are my always and forever. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Swallace/1759341/ Through the Seasons of life, you are my Spring http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Swallace/1756136/ Just a silly little rhyme to display my frustration with always being so emotional, and wanting to share it with the world. Anyone else feel this way? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Swallace/1751864/  Neverdo I feel more alone, than when in a crowded room. For there I am invisible,with no one to care even to pass a glance upon me. Chatter runs close but neverapproaches me. But when I'm alone? I have a thousand memories to keep mecompany, some that.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Swallace/1654497/ The rain drips down on an autumn mellow-scape. Leaves of gold tinged with death, but so beautiful in their final hour. In their passing a moment of joy, when passerby sees it's glory unfold. The raindrop like a magnifying glass exposes it's foliage,W.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Swallace/1608305/ “Fragile likeglass,piece by pieceshattering close.The ground comforts mepicking upthoughts,they slip between fingers.There’s nothing I can do,my castle is crumbling. Panicked andhelpless,tossed oft to the waves.The sea .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Swallace/1603683/ Disparate thoughts segregate the mindEver worse the people who hold those thoughtsWhy do we create lines and hurt those who don't believe?Whatever it is we holdDoes it matter that much?Did you tell them you fight within yourself? That your in.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Swallace/1603682/ defenseless and defective they claim to be,but they can't fool me, they don't fool mea guise of innocence they purport while on others, blame they spewto be among the elite they strivebut they hold a different view the stage.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Swallace/1603681/ Sometimes love, leaves as quiet as it cameLeaves pain in its wake, but doesn’t leave a nameSometimes scars leave a greater lesson to teachThough they grow deeper and cut further with eachTheres no equation to love, no rhyme to its causeEvery time it comes along, som.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Swallace/1601876/ I'm drowning in your waters, with every passing wave crashes a memory,I grasp for air and try to keep my head above the waters, but it doesn't take. The thought of you swarms over me again and again,like a tide that won't stop breaking- much like my hea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Swallace/1601832/ I have to decide…was it me? was it you?what could create such a treacherous gorgeleaving me empty and you to question loveI want to knowwas it me? was it you?how could you say you couldn’t live without meI’ve found someone new and you’re all alone.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Swallace/1600048/ Not a moment passes by that I don't miss youMy body misses the ghost of your fingers holding close on my skinMy lips dry at the thought of the life you once brought to themMy heart tries to beat but it mutters insteadYour name it repeats day and nightWhispers like lonely br.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Swallace/1595868/ There is a flag that is flownIt is unseen by the public eyeIt's flies in the heart of every manOnly he knows to what it gives honorSome men choose to honor their flesh onlyGiven to the task of gaining pleasureSome live sacrificially, never knowing wealth for themselves.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Swallace/1595854/ A short. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Swallace/1595814/ This is a deeply personal poem for me. Written in a moment of great heartache that still lingers. This lost love- it is my muse. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Swallace/1595810/ Gazing at stars that don't know my nameIve lost all feeling in this foolish game for what merit is loss, what merit is gainif its not from the cross, my Saviors pain this life forsaken on the altar of despairbut i replace my fear with faith repaired i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Swallace/1595792/ these one way streets that have no name-leave me lost, feeling broken and ashamed you never know a dead-end, til you've hit it straight on-crawling vines, ragged sign, a broken gate- all alone life becomes a maze, one you can't escape fromfor whichever way you.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Swallace/1595791/ Divided hearts always leave http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Swallace/1595250/ It shattered. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Swallace/1595248/ Create a beautiful work again and again. Each day is an open canvas. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Swallace/1595246/ Love is a losing game. Fate holds the cards though I try to hold them close to my chest. The chips fall and sometimes love folds. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Swallace/1595244/