http://slow.writerscafe.org/Katie%20Marie The original writings of author Katie Marie en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776018864 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I walk down a cold, stone road,A lone traveler in the night.Yet, as the silence comesI feel others by my side.I see their voices floatingTheir words, like fire, light my wayThe way to a dreamer's door,A door to end the path of the lonely.It's a door formed by the past,By the memories of those now go.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Katie-Marie/1181582/ Listen,Take a bite,Stare at the beauty,And an idea comes to light.The wonderful simplicity ofMusic,A muffin,And a rainy day in May. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Katie-Marie/1169406/ My breath has become cold,My tears of joys turned to ice.My body has frozen,And become paralyzed.I should be the image of beauty,The mother of new life,But you're holding me back,With hands made of ice.And with your cold, cold desireYou have covered up the light,And I beg you, dear Winter,Let my gol.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Katie-Marie/1158402/ The Eye of the Gods watches over us day by day,Seeming to show us two in the path of the lonelyand not just the lonely one. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Katie-Marie/1122574/ Winter is notA cold bitter storm,But a cycle of hope,For all, young and old.For every snowflake is a wish,And every wish is a dream,And all those dreams create hope,And make the snow fall again. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Katie-Marie/1066575/     Here I stand again before your name with a bouquet of roses, white like you always liked.  There was always a fresh white rose on the kitchen windowsill in the morning.  A long time ago you told me that you put it there to brighten up the day.*    .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Katie-Marie/975563/    George Farmer had always somehow had the wonderful luck to get himself into a bad situation. Today just happened to be one of those days. Just as he drove into town to pick up some things for the farm, a terrible storm rolled in over the city. The rain was falling so hard that he was fo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Katie-Marie/967666/ A poem is a unique art,painted not with the colors of the rainbow,but with the color of words.A poet, like an artist,chooses his or her colors carefully,as to not mix the wrong ones and ruin the image.If a poet were to write,'His eyes are dark blue.'it would not create the correct effect.The sentenc.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Katie-Marie/962641/ I can very clearly remember,The day I first learned to whistle.I was a beautiful summer day,And I just couldn't sit still!I was spinning 'round in circles,In the middle of the kitchen,Just whistling, whistling away,My dad standing by the oven.My day was going perfectly,Until I got a very sudden shoc.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Katie-Marie/962637/ On rainy days,I stare at the pond.I watch the ripples on the water,As the rain falls gently down over me.With my arms outstretched,I feel the wind flow through me.It rejuvenates me,Making me feel new in this old body.I am older than you could imagine,Yet still thriving.I am part of history itself ev.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Katie-Marie/957813/     Colin was thinking about everything that had happened to him, the good and the bad, while he was staying in Gutshot, when he realized Lindsey had said something.    “Sorry, what did you say?”  He asked after turning the radio down so that he c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Katie-Marie/950382/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Katie-Marie/950379/     They destroyed everything.    I stare at the ruins of a town that I used to call home.  The once magnificent stone buildings are just a pile of rubble on the cracked streets.  There is no sign of life.  Not anymore. There are no men or women w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Katie-Marie/935708/ This is about a girl named Kyra and her story. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Katie-Marie/935707/ I had a nightmare the other night. It was horrible. :( http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Katie-Marie/873585/ So, I'm sitting here on Christmas Day talking with my family about perfection. I'm not exactly sure how the topic was brought up though. Anyway, for some reason I decided to grab my journal and write something. The first thing that came to my mind was "s**t happens" so that's where this starts.S**t .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Katie-Marie/852688/ A true friend never gets in your way unless you happen to be going down.Arnold H. Glasow http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Katie-Marie/825486/ Endless nights  spent thinking,Thinking about those years,Thinking about that time,When things weren't so complicated.What happened to those times,When we would stay up all night?Not a care in the world,But absorbed in the moments.What happened to those days,When appearance wasn't important?30 .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Katie-Marie/804561/ At the touch of love everyone becomes a poet.-Plato- http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Katie-Marie/802297/ Daddy,   Do you remember when you told me that a rainbow always comes after the storm? Well, this storm is bad, really bad. It's one of those storms that seems to go on forever, with the huge black clouds and the terrifying thunder that shakes the ground beneath it. I'm scared daddy.Daddy,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Katie-Marie/788416/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Katie-Marie/788415/ It is my feeling that Time ripens all things; with Time all things are revealed; Time is the father of truth.Francois Rabelais http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Katie-Marie/777894/ Good friends are like stars.You don't always see them,But you know they're always there.-Author Unknown http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Katie-Marie/775326/ All things are difficult before they are easy.-Thomas Fuller http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Katie-Marie/770995/ Last night I lay in bed looking up at the stars in the sky and I thought to myself, where the heck is the ceiling?-Unknown http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Katie-Marie/760332/ A true poet does not bother to be poetical. Nor does a nursery gardener scent his roses.Jean Cocteau http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Katie-Marie/754642/ this started out as just another journal entry, then formed into a sort of story http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Katie-Marie/752867/ Sometimes life's Hell. But hey!  Whatever gets the marshmallows toasty. J. Andrew Helt http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Katie-Marie/745348/ I'm stuck here,Chained to this prison,Trapped in the horrible darkness,And barely living in the chaosOf my mind's asylum.How can I escape myself?I've tried so hard,But the chains just won't break.The darkness is slowly taking control,And soon I will be nothing,Just a shadow in the dark,Fading away i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Katie-Marie/741778/ He who cannot forgive breaks the bridge over which he himself must pass.~George Herbert~ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Katie-Marie/734933/ In peace, sons bury their fathers.In war, fathers bury their sons.Herodotus http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Katie-Marie/722602/ People You've MetGenevere CyprusDedicated to my teammates and friends,the 2010 Girls' Cross Country Team.You gave it your all,You gave it your best,You gave it your heartIn that final test.You pushed through the mud,You pushed through the pain,You pushed on you budIn that final game.You took a last .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Katie-Marie/719745/ A lie can travel half way around the world while the truth is putting on its shoes.-Charles Spurgeon http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Katie-Marie/715492/ This is my "Anywhere But Here" descriptive essay that I had to write for English. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Katie-Marie/714970/ When life hands you lemonsMake grape juice.Then sit back and watchAs the world wonders how you did it.Unknown http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Katie-Marie/714270/ A successful man is one who can lay a firm foundation with the bricks others have thrown at him.~David Brinkley~ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Katie-Marie/713892/    What's going on? Where am I?   As I open my eyes, I begin to take in my surroundings. What I see is almost depressing. White. Everything is white, and there is that feeling of sickness and death in the air. Is there someone next to me? Yes, there is someone. He seems familiar .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Katie-Marie/713879/ After silence, that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is music.Aldous Huxley http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Katie-Marie/709136/ The one thing I can distinguish in this confused state is how dark it is. It's not the kind of dark, like when the lights are out and your door is closed, or the dark of the night outside. In both of those situations at least you still have the moonlight. My case is different. It's pitch black. The .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Katie-Marie/704229/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Katie-Marie/704221/ I paint objects as I think them, not as I see them.~Pablo Picasso~ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Katie-Marie/699796/ Everyone thinks of changing the world, but no one thinks of changing himself.~Leo Tolstoy~ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Katie-Marie/697319/ It is what it is,I am who I am,If you don't like it,I don't give a damn. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Katie-Marie/696488/ Be obscure clearly.-E. B. White http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Katie-Marie/694708/ Everywhere is within walking distanceif you have the time.-Steven Wright http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Katie-Marie/694204/ Common sense is not so common.-Voltaire http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Katie-Marie/691548/ A crust eaten in peace is better than a banquet partaken in anxiety.-Aesop http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Katie-Marie/690988/ Beauty is a fragile gift.-Ovid- http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Katie-Marie/690494/ Be a sinner and sin strongly, but more strongly have faith and rejoice in Christ.Martin Luther http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Katie-Marie/689195/ A #2 pencil and a dream can take you anywhere.-Joyce A. Myers http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Katie-Marie/688770/