http://slow.writerscafe.org/penholder1018 The original writings of author notekeeper22 en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776058371 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 How long has it been?I don't quite remember...This heart used to beat to live aloneBut what is this rush?I am getting a dash...Excitement with submissionTorment with restrictionOne to oneTwo to oneA math I cannot even addYet, this feeling lingersThe more I hold back The harder it pounds. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/penholder1018/2868496/ Today I looked at my palmAnd saw the spaces between my fingersThe emptiness where the cold air passed throughGave me a shiverAnd an unpleasant thought seeped throughWhat if this hand never holds another hand ever?What if it withers, and dries, and loses its fires?For a moment I was near to shed a te.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/penholder1018/2164177/ Little did I know Your eyes got me off hand With each day I look at you Cold and deepYour eyes carry sorrowBut as fierce As they may seem I know a loving man Could be hiding withinIf i could justTurn this glance In a stare... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/penholder1018/2108148/ You are there And i am hereA distance apartBut not a moment far A little more each dayA few steps a wayI get to know you more Closer and closer by the dayI want to be in those armsI want to lean on those broad shoulders I want to hold your handAnd walk with you under the br.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/penholder1018/2062914/ In a split of a second I was caught in a daze My eyes sparkled, glowed Like the moon hovering the skyWhat is in this man?What is in his presence? That when i am with himI can be more than me Is it his soft voice?Or his tender glare?That makes me melt awayAnd lose myself eve.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/penholder1018/2056386/ I didn’t plan for thisI didn’t think of thisThis is not meBut how can I not be?How can I not look at youWhen my eyes only see you?How can I not want to know more about youWhen all this heart knows is you?You said it wasn’t mutualSo I dared to look awayBut the feelings linger like a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/penholder1018/2012865/ Is it the cold morning breezeThat made me feel I’m alone?Or is it the silent air touching meThat caused my loneliness?In this early morning walkI see pavements faint and dullThe leaves lack the colorThe flowers gloomy as everPeople pass by and byTime goes on and onI see them all go in front of.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/penholder1018/2012863/ The early morning breeze brought cool air and the fresh scent of the spring flowers in bloom swayed with the wind. Kurt stood by the window looking closer at the known routine of the place he grew up. He smiled at the thought of how meager people’s minds are. “Fools”, he said. &nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/penholder1018/2010915/ In the southern part ofChina, where the sun shines the brightest all year, a tribe so distinct livedby the name Mongs. Their culture was rich and they lived amongst with nature,peaceful and surreal. The tribe was ruled by a bold man called ChiefNyaj.  He was a man of honor and on top of.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/penholder1018/2010329/ In these four walls I'm inLiving is such a mockeryNo windows, no doorsNo air, no flareA loner in the mistA wanderer without a fistThen one day you cameLike a shed of lightBreaking through wallsAnd then I see...Life as it is called http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/penholder1018/1988731/ I stare up and see pieces of youThere is a glare of every you For every star I set my eyes to A part of me sees the bright light in the darkA part of me sees darkness encloaking the skyThen a question comes to my mindWhat is it in youThat I see the beauty in darkness? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/penholder1018/1988728/ Waiting... patiently in solitude. My hands extended so high up in the sky, casting a pleading mourn. The air was so cold and dry I could feel the discrete silence in it. The clouds are gloomy as ever and my eyes were surrendering for it could not bear to see another day in the mist. But along side m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/penholder1018/1988724/