http://slow.writerscafe.org/StoneAngel99 The original writings of author Crystal Heart en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776184698 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15  When I was younger, my mother would say,“You can’t start another bag of cereal until you finishthis one today.”“But but these flakes are stale, Mom”Her: “If you don’t finish that bowl, all you will eatis my palm” “Al.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/StoneAngel99/2841949/ Feathers that are brightand radiantLike shimmers of lightfor all to see. The canary spends its dayFilling the empty air arounditWith its beautiful,melancholy song. All those who walk by thecanary’s cageCannot help and admirehow radiantThis yellow- colore.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/StoneAngel99/2473569/ I wish I could play to my own beat I guess... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/StoneAngel99/1971307/ With the rise of the sun, I perform my daily ritual,One that has been practiced for many moons,And for more generations than the count of the stars,A practice held dearly by my ancestors. I apply the crude coal outline to lids that are powderedIn a range of bright, shimm.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/StoneAngel99/1782738/ Red is for the juicy, fleshy strawberryPlucked from its warm patch,No longer allowed to grow. Red is the rose that was left on the doorstep,With its thorns cut away,Masking the danger ofSuch a beautiful flower.Red is for the chocolate boxThat was given on the holiday of red.Red is for her cheek.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/StoneAngel99/1775733/ You were bubbling with excitement,At my sleek, plastic packaging,With everything in its perfect place,And easy instructions on my management and features,All openly displayed,In languages for all to understand. Your fingers ran around my curved edges,Too impatient to turn me on.You loved how ea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/StoneAngel99/1723918/ The grass is always greener on the other side.Maybe because it is the reflection of your ivory-green pupils,No longer gazing towards my direction,While my soiled brown eyes become clearer,As each drop of blue water streams down my face,One by one,Creating drenching rain puddles,Until I drown in its .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/StoneAngel99/1723456/ I spin on an axisThat defines my path, Following the enforced rules of gravity and physics,Even though I desperately try to lean On my own accord.But I'm constantly being pulledInto another directionPredestined for me. I get dizzy following this same orbitAround the hot flames that ar.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/StoneAngel99/1678149/ When I was left in thewilderness,To fend for myself,To depend on only my skills tosurvive,My mind became a caterpillar,Focusing on only the primitive instincts,Ignorant of the feeling of painor love,Ignorant of the jungle around me,Focusing on only the edges o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/StoneAngel99/1666273/ It’s time for battle.My comrade has left me to defendfor myself,Leaving to secure his own safety,Tired of protecting such aweakling.I have been trained for thismoment,Ever since I could toddle,Learning the ways of camouflage,How not to catch the eye of t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/StoneAngel99/1665625/ A poem meant for children, which is why it is really corny! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/StoneAngel99/1662255/ What should I compare my walk with the Lord to?I can be the mighty tree, with branches that reach the ever-blue,The tree stands firm and sturdy, even with a bark full of opened wounds,And still survive through the days, the months, and the many moons, My roots, which are my beliefs in the Lord,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/StoneAngel99/1662254/ My heart beats an unsteady pace,When my eyes soak on the features of your face.Whether this is caused by love, I do not know, For around different audiences, you perform a specific show.Around me, you are a humorous, eccentric clown,Purposely acting like a fool to turn my frown upside-down.But .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/StoneAngel99/1662253/ A porcelain doll is being sold on a shelf,With deep, brown eyes and blonde curls that frame her face,Waiting for the day where someone would be her new playmate,Someone to understand how beautiful and fragile she was,But would learn to treasure her despite all her flaws.You were mesmerized by those .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/StoneAngel99/1662248/ They say I'm a woman,But I'm just a girl,A pile of dirt,A heap of untouched earth,Until the day the farmer came,In the cover of nightfall,Where no one can disrupt his work.His shovel tore the dirt apart from the inside out,Reaching into depths unreached until now,Forcefully laying the dirt flat and .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/StoneAngel99/1662242/ You were my prince, butI couldn’t be more wrong,I’ve woken from myslumber and there  was silence and nosong,To dance to, and you arejust waltzing away with a smile on your face,While I’m left in thecorner, not properly dressed, a huge disgrace,I glanc.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/StoneAngel99/1662235/ I head on my journey with only in my hand,The Holy Bible so I won't lose my stand,I follow the road lurking in front of me,To travel the world and to see its endless beauty,I wanted to adventure out,And really see what this world is about,So this is the record of what I've seen... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/StoneAngel99/1662234/ When I was 2 in dog years, allthe girls got jingley, silvery Alex and Ani bracelets,Well my birthday present was abracelet as well,Plastic from the couture fashionof le Hasbro Children’s Hospital,With all my information engravedon it too.But I don’t really nee.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/StoneAngel99/1662229/ “Soldiers don’t dance” is what you said to me,Every time I extended my hand for the offer to take thelead.And despite your stern persists, I would have to disagree,But maybe you are used to dancing withThe pounding of steel boots along the caked dirt, In .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/StoneAngel99/1662227/ Taken from our natural element, Destined to be gold, nickel, silver, orcopper,With labels, faces, engravings andbeliefs imprinted for all to see,To distinguish what is the country oforigin,Predetermining which has more value overothers. Some are destined to be a .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/StoneAngel99/1662223/