http://slow.writerscafe.org/10jayy01 The original writings of author Joslynn Decker en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776156325 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 An orchard is a wondrous placeFilled with leaves of elegance Filled with agonySome trees are decorationOthers stand tall with hard laborTrees are cut downNew ones are plantedVisitors come to cherish their plentiful fruitsWhile a few leave with a bitter taste upon their tonguesStaying in the front ro.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/10jayy01/1723898/ As the soft flakes fall I dreamFlying through the airI questionLanding upon yet another bare branchI wishIf I were a snowflake where would I landWhat would I look likeWould I look like another and confuse the othersBe more different than if I were different Silence echoes through my headBaffled by w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/10jayy01/1714298/ Is it possible to be this incredibly overjoyed? How could I be this lucky? Just hearing his voice makes me smile as if I were the Cheshire cat. When he calls me "baby" the sparkle embedded in the light blue of his eyes is reflected into mine. They make me melt inside. We joke about never arguin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/10jayy01/1708439/ I dream of being light as airBeing strong and freeyet I’m trappedA fish in a tankHeavy as an anchorDrowning in the deep bluewaiting to be lifted from my own fateSaved before hitting the rocky bottomrescued from my own sharp pointspulled up onto deckFree from the monsters under the surfaceFree .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/10jayy01/1708208/ The embers pierce my skinSharp like knivesYet I hang onJust to be burnt down againSurrounded in a cloud of smoke and tearsMy lungs begin to clogThe pain is immense I scream for helpMy words pushed to the back of their mindsAnd another ember landsupon my once smooth skinA small fire insideReminds me .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/10jayy01/1705709/ They hide in your closets and under the bedsAnxiously waitingA turn of the knobLift of the coversBut you never doYou ask your mother to keep them awayIn the darkest hours of the night they peer outStudying every breathTrying to understandWhile you harbor in dreamsWaking with the same routine With no.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/10jayy01/1705098/ In the brisk fall airLeaves tremble day and nightFor they know they’ll need to fightLeaves hang on tightStems big and strongTheir mass of colors taking chargeYet the day comesAnd leaves dieOne by oneOut of sightLeaves weak and brittle hang on tightOne last day One last biteProving to be toughB.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/10jayy01/1704873/ As the night  darkensI dreamWhat’s around the bendMy star still shines every nightWhispers of sempiternal eleganceIlluminating the path I hope to call my futureA single to wish uponTo call my ownA star brighter than any sunImages of dancing across the sky strike my mindThe exotic feeling .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/10jayy01/1704697/ I’ve never been afraid until I met youNot because you’re a monster,You don’t collect my screamsNot because you’ll hurt me,Sticks and stones that may or may not break my bonesNot the fact that you’re wiser Not because you scare meBut until now I’ve never been more .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/10jayy01/1703708/ You broke down my wallsI let you inSomehow I’d been exposedTo youI poured my feelingsMy darkest secrets outLike a journalist You wrote them all downOnly to be exposed once moreTo the worldThis time editedTorn to shredsNow the walls build up Higher and HigherMaybe never to fall againNot to youN.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/10jayy01/1703048/ We walk an optical illusion Blind to all that is realTwists and turnsConfusion all aroundInsolvable puzzles Pieces put together in wrong ways Trying to hide the mistakesSome are too visibleBut we do not realize thisNot knowing our world from a projection on the wallThe fake Shakespearean words that .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/10jayy01/1702588/ It's as if I were a boxNot all pretty in a boutique But on the side of the streetNot a soul stopping to see what lies under my flapsWhat good I may contain they'll never knowThey chose the safe route New, that shiny glisten in the sunlightPerfect corners and edgesI sit between the muck and their fee.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/10jayy01/1702214/