http://slow.writerscafe.org/1smiley1 The original writings of author Dream Catcher en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776113525 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I wanted it to be beautiful..like  it could be a music video for "brown skin" by India Arie It was about as painful as my first knee scrape on the rough side walkas fast as this sub way car will make it to fifth streethell.. maybe faster.but hey, you keep moving right?i http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/1smiley1/1120044/ Touched, not to be picked from the thorny bushbut to finger the wilted edges in disdainto feel the crunch of the damaged petals beneath your finger tipsBut your hand tremor, with what?strained gentlenessAre you afraid of the delicate flower?or afraid for it?My edges are brittle but i can assure yout.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/1smiley1/1036948/ Time to build a stronger houseThe straw is light as a featherbetraying me with its sways in windy weatherThe sticks break and splintercutting my raw skin in winterMaybe i should build it out of bricksturdy and won't give waypredators won't feast to my dismaybut i will still hear to wolves howland it.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/1smiley1/968285/ Why put a lock on a door that you never want to open?or make a key to that which is forbiddenwhy not just seal it away with no way out maybe because the lock gives us security and the key gives us power only i can open the gate and let this wreak its havoc on my worlda bare wall has.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/1smiley1/929863/ My favorite color use to be red, bright, rich red. I was vibrant and fiery back then. I had confidence and wasn't afraid to stand up for myself no matter who the opposition was. My red laughed loud, loved fun and was proud to be me.when i went to middle school my other reds weren't there, i had to s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/1smiley1/850215/   I try to ignore you i know your just blowing a smoky dream my way to hide the wake of my recent destructionbut, i can't help but inhale deep, letting the dream into my lungsletting it fill me with a burst of brief lifethe idea that i can be whole and happy with you is fo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/1smiley1/759733/ Aaahhh the summer, fun stuff. We still had to wear our school uniforms of black pants and white collared polos even though it was over 80 degrees every day but of couarse i found my way around that. i would bring a change of clothes after gym sometimes. i wouldn't really call it gym though, we .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/1smiley1/692757/ You slice at my heart with the sharp blade that is loveBut i do not notice the gashes, for the blade is too sharpall i feel is the warmth of my blood running out my heart But as the blade begins to dull, i start to feel your cutsi start to feel what your doing to mei can no longer b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/1smiley1/666119/ What is it about it that makes us throw caution to the wind and think so unrationally? What is the recipe to love? a coarse of sorow. Your heart will be lead down a path that will end in sad painful shatter.You never know of it's painfull end but you take the risk o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/1smiley1/665247/    I sigh as i flop onto my plushy full sized bed and take off my boots, "how am i going to get out of here," i say aloud. As soon as war starts all the gifted will be rounded up and put through training, and i have to be gone before then. I know it seems wrong to skip out when I'm needed .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/1smiley1/637585/ "Winter either bites with its teeth or lashes with its tail." - http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/1smiley1/637485/ "Autumn to winter, winter into spring, Spring into summer, summer into fall,-- So rolls the changing year, and so we change; Motion so swift, we know not that we move." - Dinah Maria Mulock http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/1smiley1/637147/ the journey of tears and emotions. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/1smiley1/637145/