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David en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776018902 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 She was beauty disguised as a summers day smile,Shining in the depths of winter. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DavidJ13579/2091938/ When I look up at night and see the star lit sky,I see the same stars that sparkled in your eyes.And though I've traveled thousands of miles across the sea,When I'm lonely thoughts of you still find me. Starry Sky,Your last goodbye left me longing. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DavidJ13579/2090774/ I have missed these nights,Where we drunkenly sway,And dance to the rythym of our hearts.The future watches from the horizen,An impatient sun threatens to separate us,But lets us finish our train of thoughts before guiding us back into tomorrow.We talked of movies and what they meant.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DavidJ13579/2083503/ We danced drunkenly in the firelight,and only after do I realise the extent your touch had done.Be it the way you held my hand,or the feel of your laughter in my bones,or the closeness of your lips.It hurts my heart to think ofthe chance of us I may have missed. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DavidJ13579/2041603/ On stormy nights,I whisper love notes on the wind,Hoping that the next time you're singing in the rain,The wind will sing back to you,And you will hear me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DavidJ13579/2028894/ Stories swell like storms in my mind,Rivulets singing synopses of pain and sorry.Author of mine own destruction. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DavidJ13579/1991214/ Today i saw a man get down on one knee,and sung a confession of love for her.Bands materialized from midair,the guitar hummed a gentle tune and the drums reverberated off our skin.Choirs cried melodies and dozens of flowers surfaced from the earthas if this man set to convince the world that he was .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DavidJ13579/1981791/ When i rise from my fractured sleepheart beat pounding with panicand find your hand on my chestyou pull all thoughts from my mind like the moon does the tideyou are my saving grace http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DavidJ13579/1974124/ You have been on my mind,Like honey on the minds of bears,waiting for its sweetness to pull them from there gloom.Or sunrise on the minds of flowers,whose warmth will soon let them bloom.Like poems on the minds of poets,whose purpose gives them cause.Like kisses on the mind of lips,that dream of one.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DavidJ13579/1969657/ Piece by piecepuzzling thoughtsslowly get pulled together.Stitched at the seamswhere the edges of reality and imaginationhold hands.Both speak of youAlthough, in whispersIn hope that my rationalityDoesn’t hear.For it would sayTo cast you awayAs i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DavidJ13579/1963393/ The man of steel.Can stop bullets with his bare hands. Carry planes on hisshoulders. Fly faster than the sound of innocent screams.He saved four people that day, and they peg him a hero. But whathe is is a distraction, from the ever-darkening truth that he can’t saveeveryone. No .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DavidJ13579/1962238/ It’s not the words we say, but the ones we don’t.It’s the silences that hang when words come close.When our hands hold more understanding then truths we wrote,And our fingers trail each other’s edges like walks alongthe coast. Seashells sing the son.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DavidJ13579/1954698/ Spring swings slowly into focus,on hinges rusted by the winter rain.Poems blooming from thoughts unheard. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DavidJ13579/1951145/ If I kissed your cheek, would you show me the smile you save for when the lights are off?When you are dressed in darkness because you are afraidof showing the world how beautiful you are.If I held you hand, would you pull me into the embrace I've been wishing for on falling stars?For your body is wa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DavidJ13579/1946816/ The cigarette breathes between his teeth, stained with regret for getting in this mess in the first place. But it's an escape, each drag sending relief deeper into desperate lungs, crying out for warmth that only the smoke can provide.What do the wicked dream of?Do they dream of all they have .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DavidJ13579/1941524/ I've been thinking about choices lately. The ones ive chosen and the ones I haven't. The ones I've regretted and the ones I've come to terms with.Tell me, how can you say you've made the right choice if it ends up hurting someone else? Is it better to spare them the pain at the cost of my own? If .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DavidJ13579/1940241/ He sits,staring at a horizon that holds the future just out of sight,as if he stands on his tippie-toes and peak over the edge of the world he could find what he's been looking for.Answers.But instead he sits, with a bottle of lies at his fingertips and a glass of its offspring in his hand... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DavidJ13579/1936082/ They say if you smile when you are sad, eventually that smile will become genuine.Like the warmth of the sun or the look of wonder in the fathers eyes when they look upon their newborn child for the first time.But if that were true, then if I think of it enough is there a possibility I could be .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DavidJ13579/1932426/ Dear waitress,You look sad today.Perhaps it's the bags under your eyes,or that your makeup has rubbed off,or that your smile doesn't quite meet your eyes.Or that for the first time in your life,someone has cared to notice http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DavidJ13579/1929398/ O’ settingsun, how you light up the world. Give me clarity and clear conscience and letme see the world for what it is. Cruel and unforgiving, but the only world wehave.But when yougo to sleep, it is the night that keeps me company. O’ lovingnight, they say if .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DavidJ13579/1929205/ I wanted to write down something beautiful,for the days have been long and the nights too short for meto dream of anything worth waking up to. I think of the breaths of wind that have brushed my hair, asI stare through the open air at fields as empty as my mind, hairs of grassstanding .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DavidJ13579/1921861/ What happened to writing letters?It seems sweet to think that once, not long ago, peoplewould sit down with the intention to start a conversation by writing somethingand sending it via the mail.They let their pens weep in their fingertips, spilling outthoughts dressed as ink, on paper .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DavidJ13579/1918998/ I wrote this for you on a napkin, lazily, like a breeze that new the next storm isn't until weeks away.A storm so vicious it will tear doors from their hindges, rip roofs from their limbs and flood cities that cried so desperately for rain.It'll send lightning to earth, scratching its surface li.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DavidJ13579/1914593/ For Tyler, who deserves sweeter things than just my words. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DavidJ13579/1912864/ Mr RobotMan;The smartestman on earth,Can processthousands of thoughts a second,And can solveany problem,But was bornwithout emotion. He canregister others feelings,And comparesit in a database of hundreds,Selectingthe most likely suited response,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DavidJ13579/1910816/ With silenceas our audience and the moon as our witness, I kissed her.The cold ofthe night begged our bodies to stand closer, the tension in the air called forsomething more than just simple conversation, and the space between our lipswishing to come to a close.She spoke ofhome as .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DavidJ13579/1907812/ just jotting thoughts down http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DavidJ13579/1901717/ If I could find my feet, I would ask you to dance,hold you by the waist and let you take the lead.I would try my best at a little romance,dancing circles around one another like spinning leaves. If I could find the time I’d show you to the sunset,hold your hand and.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DavidJ13579/1898258/ A scene of a story I hope to write one day. It doesn't have much context, but there is enough in there to make sense of what its about. Enjoy! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DavidJ13579/1893113/ You're as lovely as the poems I wish I wrote for you,but as the meaning may be true, the lyrics wouldn't be seen as genuine.And I would hate for you to doubt me for words I wish I wrote,or for you to see me for the words that aren't my own. My heart waits for you at bus stops, but keeps skippin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DavidJ13579/1892739/ One i wrote in a troubled past http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DavidJ13579/1890128/ Can we stay in tonight?For the starsare asleep.For even miraclesneed to restfrom granting wishes to thosewho takethe time to look upfrom there feetto wishfor somethingdifferent. Can we stay in tonight?For the barsand clubsa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DavidJ13579/1880876/ Want to write a book someday, thought it best to just start writing and see where it leads. Hopefully it makes sense/finds some sense of direction along the way, and hopefully you enjoy it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DavidJ13579/1874456/ Just a part of a story I decided to write up. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DavidJ13579/1867225/ The amazing thing about our senses is there ability to understand our surroundings.So let our ears hear your voice.Let our fingers feel your scars.Let our eyes look past your insecurities.Let our nose sense your fears.Let our tongues taste the melody of your story and together they shall understand... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DavidJ13579/1857628/ To the girl,With brown eyes and brown hair.I wrote this for you on a trainBecause it was quiet,It was calm,It was gentle.And that was enough to make me think of you. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DavidJ13579/1857627/ Short poem written over coffee http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DavidJ13579/1847499/ As a kid, I always asked the important questions. Whatscares you?And where most would say spiders, or their math tutor, yousaid the future. You said the idea of choosing your path at the age of sixteen,forgetting about your childhood as if it were all a dream and you’ve just beenwo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DavidJ13579/1844371/ A poem about the beauty of words http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DavidJ13579/1839790/ I always loved the Winter,where we wrapped arms around one another,wearing each other to bed. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DavidJ13579/1839535/ A poem about falling for someone. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DavidJ13579/1836086/ A love story that hopefully isn't too cheesy. Enjoy. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DavidJ13579/1836060/ A mix between a poem and story, a poetic story perhaps? Was meant to be a piece on introspection but went on a bit of a tangent. Enjoy. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DavidJ13579/1836055/