http://slow.writerscafe.org/1000sleeps The original writings of author 1000sleeps en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775977266 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 A poem comparing a hurricane to the end of a relationship http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/1000sleeps/2078093/ He"All-knowing"He"The creator"He"Divine deity"HeMercilessHeThe destroyerHeThiefHe who took her,will one day take me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/1000sleeps/1739112/ Pale yellow light pops onwhen the door whooshes open.Eager eyes peer inside,in search of the perfect one."Pick me!"I know I'm damaged,but I'm just as good as them,"Pick me!You won't regret it!"I've been dropped a few times,rolled around too much,bullied one or twice,but I'm not useless.Sometimes bru.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/1000sleeps/1739111/ Nothing she could say or docould make him love her less,She is his angel in a world or sin,his guiding light when the paths grow dark.Nothing she could say or docould make him see her differently.She is his rose with just enough thorns,his hope when there is nothing left.Nothing she could say or doc.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/1000sleeps/1739109/ When my world stops,and everyone else's keeps spinning,that's when I knowI have lost. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/1000sleeps/1739107/ Grief is a walk you take alone,or so they say.There are supporters,but as you search the crowds,the one you seek is nowhere to be found.The one you need to hold your hand,to get you through this journey,cannot be seen,but they do walk beside you andtry to give you the signs,that they're there with y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/1000sleeps/1739106/ Lightning strikes the tallest tree,and chicken soup cures colds,a mother's love will never leave,even when you grow old.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/1000sleeps/1739102/ my first attempt at traditional poetry, in this case a pantoum http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/1000sleeps/1739101/ Alex Trebek’s voice,scratchy,resonates out of the old T.V.as it collects dust on the big box in back. The peeling, wallpapered walls,fading,reflect the dim light from the lamp,making the pink flowers look shiny.My little bare feet,make little slaps,as I wal.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/1000sleeps/1739099/ Dearoh darling deardon't you know you're perfect?Sweetyoung, innocent childdon't let anyone tell you different. Beautifullight-hearted, babedon't let them hurt your heart.Hold your chin up towards the sky,and let your eyes focus ahead,because ahead is where you'll get,if you don't let others ge.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/1000sleeps/1737355/ When you looked at me on the rock that day,graffiti under our backs,our lips brushed close.Not once, not twice,but too many times to count.I never thought you'd kiss me as passionately as you did andwhen our lips parted, I could barely containmy many feelings for you.But, you looked me in .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/1000sleeps/1737336/ Sometimes it feels like I was born into a box. Everyday it gets smaller, and I'm not sure it'll ever stop. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/1000sleeps/1737286/