http://slow.writerscafe.org/__Blake The original writings of author Blake P. en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776047106 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 In the beggining was there nothing? We can't be certain of such, but its rather interesting to contemplate as to how we came about, or how an existence came about. It's uncertain to myself whether humans, the earth, or other such things experienced through faculty of the human body, are of actuality.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/__Blake/1767760/ Introspection of an individual in existence. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/__Blake/1767758/ Stark, desolate, dark: Fitting adjectives to describe such a day that I’d never thought I’d see. Yet hidden an exuberant child, and even deeper a fearful one. This is the last day I saw my mother. An adequate description of the events which preceded would perhaps be an interesting point .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/__Blake/1723203/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/__Blake/1723202/ Why not just write of happiness?Not so easily done,for if there be a thing in my life I could address,there would include just one.The one in which I’m referring to,is no longer that of mine,her name is now that of taboo,rather than valentine.But if I were to say the future weren’t brigh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/__Blake/1720839/ I truly pity thee,So lovely and so free,You have not a shadow of doubt,at what you hold to be.I’m sure, if you could understand what I see,and learn to the utmost degree,how cold I have become,you would, infact, pity me.But in the search for truth,I’ve pulled a John Wilkes Booth,If my ha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/__Blake/1720834/ “'An unexamined life is not worth living',but what truly is worth givinga s**t about?”My answers tortured by perpetual doubt.“For what exactly is there to be,in a world we cannot see?”It’s fruitful bosom slowly weaning,in a man’s search for intrinsic meaning.And t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/__Blake/1720832/ I do intend to see this through,although it remain so blue,How did it happen to be,a world with the appearance of a black sea.Why do I contemplate such a thing?A world in which I could reign king,I’m stuck with such a tragic hue,A world Black, it’s king blue.But these bruises not so easi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/__Blake/1720830/ What live there beyond my sight?Perhaps a world both good and bright,but all I know and all I see,is a world that hath forsaken me.For what is there to trust beyond what I see?Perhaps a world both good and full of glee,except all I view with my cataract,Is that which I’m meant to counteract.An.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/__Blake/1720827/ About L. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/__Blake/1719332/ For L. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/__Blake/1719322/ First Sonnet http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/__Blake/1719308/