http://slow.writerscafe.org/TheLonelyFlame The original writings of author Mark Daniels en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776106075 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 It's a global world war outside my house these days.politicians deciding how the Earth's going to die,what way do we have to protest, I detest the violence,with my open-hand pleabut the world refuses to see little individuals like mejust because of the way we want the world to be:pe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheLonelyFlame/968039/ these are three short poems using nothing but imagerys. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheLonelyFlame/944719/ Oh my muse, my beautiful inspirationwhy have your ordered this? our separation.I thought you were the one, for you i'd doanything under the sun. You gifted me with Poetry,but when you left, did you know that with you, you took most of me?I miss you, we were so good together, without you I don't.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheLonelyFlame/944715/ I love it when it rains, i guess it is one of the things that keeps me sane.Some people hate it, despise it, but some us try to rhyme rain withunimaginable beauty. Rain is more pure than the whitest snow,it's like the air in the fact that it is beautiful no matter how many people try to bring it dow.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheLonelyFlame/944708/ Short poem about the Chardon High School Tragedy. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheLonelyFlame/944692/ I need my ears, my eyes, my handsto feel the wood or metalto see the magic on my pageand to hear the cords ring into tomorrow.Oh, to not hear the instruments sing is a tragedy!and to not see the emotion on the page would surelybe the last of me.I live for music, and i share it with tomorrow.because .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheLonelyFlame/944687/ This is a collaboration poem using some of the 6 word memoirs my 12th grade English teacher made us write. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheLonelyFlame/944685/ This is a poetic rap-like thing i made about someone. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheLonelyFlame/920995/ this is a poem i wrote about some of the phrases that were in my junior english teacher's classroom. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheLonelyFlame/726563/ Cold morning air, pressing against my chestpressing, pushing,never gonna stop,ain't never gonna rest.Just keep walking, the distance isn't far,But my invisible might just win.I can feel it freezing my skin,it hurts to move my face.am I really running for first place?slowing down,hard to breathe, so .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheLonelyFlame/693478/ Marcuslanded the first punch, launching Jack backwards for a pretty good distance,but Jack managed to catch himself, running right back at Marcus.            “I will give him this much, he hasgot speed.” Marcus thought... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheLonelyFlame/657294/      Marcus shot up out of his bed and looked around. 4:00AM.   "Why am I so cold?" he thought. Marc was still asleep, so he wouldn't respond.     "Jeez, that dream was almost real..." He panted, lokoing at hsi bed and trying to figure out h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheLonelyFlame/645026/ Shane Koyczankeeps me sanegonna put a bullet in my brainbecause life suckswe're all just husksof who we used to be.I used to be good, smart,and in my chest, a massive heart.but look where it got me,heart got shattered, not as smart as i should be.because life just sucks,tempting lady luck,with s**t .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheLonelyFlame/641075/ Thanksgiving,giving thanks.throwing childish prankson family members.when will it end? never.because its a time for,getting together or,in mycase, doing work `cause"I've got poems to write" wasmy goal for the yearthe end is almost here,and I ain't got s**t done.I've been havi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheLonelyFlame/638178/ Another day,but what can I say?we lve in a world,where children are curledin the street,no shoes on their feet.But what can I say?It's just another day....      The sun wasn't even up yet and Jack was writing. His apartment was dark except for the occasiona.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheLonelyFlame/635199/ Life.full of strife.senselessly murdering others with a knife.the never-ending sound of a funeral fife.but why do we do this?out of anger, or hatred?No, it's because we like to watch others get wasted.     Jack looked at the editor as she carefully looked over his most recent wor.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheLonelyFlame/632786/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheLonelyFlame/632773/      Marcus wok up a little earlier than usual, so he could finish up all of his homework.     "Hey man, could ya keep it down a little in here?" His inner demon groaned, wanting to get as much sleep as he possibly could.     "Sorry Mar.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheLonelyFlame/627400/      "Marcus, wake up dude." Marc said, shaking Marcus to get him to wake up. Marcus groaned and looked up at his clock. When he saw the time, his eyes shot open and he jumped up.     "I MISSED SCHOOL??" he yelled, not thinking he had burnt out for that long.&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheLonelyFlame/619811/     For Marc, the day just never seemed to end. But for Marcus, he just wanted to see her. Her name was Rei, and they had been "dating" for almost 6 months. And by date, it meant they never really saw each other because Rei was aleays "busy". Marcus had begun to doubt Rei's love for h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheLonelyFlame/615522/ Marcus was sleeping peacefully in his bed when his alarm clock sounded. He groaned and proceeded to roll over and hit the "snooze" button. Marcus hopped out of bed, only to turn around and realize his bed had been torched.       "Marc..." he sighed. "Did you have to b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheLonelyFlame/615085/ Whoever said you can't be special, was wrong. In this world, everyone is special, or at least, everyone has some kind of superpower. Now, whether they use it for good or evil, is completely their choice. Unfortunately, some can't help their choice....but enough about that. Let's just join our main c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheLonelyFlame/615080/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheLonelyFlame/614728/ this is for the girl who caused the first two Rain poems, but this has a different message to it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheLonelyFlame/614610/ They say we all have a purpose,they say we all have a reason,but im losing faith in that ive been told,with every passing season.Ya know, i've been told all my life,that it all comes with a price.You gotta live with the hand youve been dealt,but i say that applies to the rats and the mice.I just wan.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheLonelyFlame/614608/ Out in the middle of nowhere,where no human can get by.there stands a giant mirror,and to get to it, most men would die.Its a simple little mirror,but it has its ancient secrets.if you manage to survive the trip,it'll be something you regret.The mirror has the power,to turn back time and space.And i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheLonelyFlame/614603/ There are different classesin my one lonely schoolbe it jock, a prep,or even a fool.Goth girl, outsider,everyone's friend.And the nicknames for thesenever seem to end.Hard-worker, slacker,teachers pet.loner, bando,here, let's make a bet.Take a hike,around your school.Just to find out,you're not so c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheLonelyFlame/614595/ i was bored one night, and on energy drinks.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheLonelyFlame/614225/ I think my life's a movie,My whole lifetime cut into 2 hours.The critic said it was "disapproving",I shall not argue with godly powers.I walk through the halls,And watch everyone fall.Surrounded by knowledge, and people,Yet none of it is used at all.I listen to them bicker,I sit in on their fights.Y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheLonelyFlame/614222/ I'm sick of feeling pain,I'm tired of seeing tears.I know I'm not near perfect,But i know none of you are better, nowhere near.Why am I the hated one,Why am I always the victim?It's always me they're picking on,I am really getting sick of them.I'm starting to lose my battles,I am starting to lose th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheLonelyFlame/614220/ The world revolves aroundthe beat of one drum.To every musical instrument,to every little hum.now it may feel likethe music is chaos,but if you take the time to listen,then it will surely pay off.The earth is a symphony,from the largest explosions,like bombs or fireworks,down to even the simplest of.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheLonelyFlame/614219/ Day in and day out,it's the same old thing.very little variation,like running round in a ring.never anything new,like the same old rhyme.I feel like i could very welllose my mind.Year after year,day after day,it's quite frustrating,i must say.that one can not finda better way to spend their time.fin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheLonelyFlame/614216/ New year, new songs,new rights, new wrongs.new friends, new life,new problems, new strife.new tears, new roles to play,new work, new options to weigh.But before you get too far ahead,remember the past year, and remember:the blood that was shed,the people that were wed,and the things we all dread.Thi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheLonelyFlame/614212/ I feel like I'm alone, on this cold, deserted island.Because all my friends and familyhad left and said goodbye.Now i'm on my own,left to just sit here and think.To think my whole life over,and to smooth out all the little kinks.I spend my days,writing my notes in the soft, golden sand.I wish could .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheLonelyFlame/614208/ You’ve never thought good of me,And I’ve never thought bad of you,You were always there for me,And I was never there for you,So I guess that is why,My love for you is through.So go cry your crystal tears,Go live your life with your hopes and your fears.It won’t matter that you lost.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheLonelyFlame/614204/ you can do what you wantAnd you can do what you may,think what you thinkand say what you say.Live how you dreamand dream how you liveLive for tomorrowand forget you every sorrow.know what you wantAnd strive for your goalGet to the lightthe light of your soul.you can try to get awayyou can try to run.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheLonelyFlame/614200/ I have always reliedon the tarot card.Which is why I'm aloneand never let down my guard.The tarot said I'd be rich,The tarot said I'd find love.But now I an poor,and I move alone.I lost my friends,I lost my money,And now my life is very hard,because I put too much trust in the tarot card.Now I sit b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheLonelyFlame/614198/ the sequel..... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheLonelyFlame/614197/ based on real people....and i'm one of them. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheLonelyFlame/614195/ I sit at my desk,writing down ideas of which,none of them really work.I look for inspiration,but i can not find the words.I think I might have poet's block,the worst of any kind.I hope i don't have poet's block,something i try to define.I start jotting down rhymes,and soon find out,I soon run out of.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheLonelyFlame/614191/ The puppet looks like it is dead,but i assure you he's alive.this puppet is the oldest puppet,the oldest of its kind.Made from solid cherry wood,the best wood man can find.He sits upon the lonely shelf,his strings draped over the sides.The painted little details that once made him stand out,now are .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheLonelyFlame/614189/ I wish i could just blow away,like a leave in the Autumn winds.I don't think no one will care if i blow away,no one will notice.So as i sit here,upon this ledge,debating with myself wether to blow away,or not.I think about everything in my life,the good,the bad,and everything else.And then I remembe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheLonelyFlame/614187/ As I wander through this endless maze,this endless maze that we all call life;I took a turn,another turn and I saw another,another person wandering through this maze,this endless maze I call life.I look at her and I see,I see a thought, a hope, a dream,I see something, someone I can't achieve,can't .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheLonelyFlame/614186/ As I sit here, inside my prison, and listen to my peer's endless questions, and my teacher's endless orders,I look outside, I look and I see the rain pouring from the heavens, and I watch the colored leaves rustle in the breeze,I feel a sudden feeling, a sudden sadness, as if my life will never end,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheLonelyFlame/614184/ And as the sun slowly sets on this day,I end this lonely day in prayer.I pray that those, whom I have touched today,do not fall the same way I have: into despair and sadness.I pray that those whom have seen me todaylearn to keep their lives away from the way mine is: lonely and sad.And as I sit here.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheLonelyFlame/614179/