http://slow.writerscafe.org/BlazeStickley The original writings of author Sad Poet en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776062838 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 "The Invisible River"The river doesn't shimmer in the moonlit night.Instead, the river soaks up every ounce of light.None see the river, but one.If others saw such a thing, they'de surely run.The river is untouched by the Sun.For if those rays met with the waters, every tear in the stream would turn.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlazeStickley/1963587/ "The Void"We all bare a hole in our chestsWe all share a void in ourselvesSome fill it with a pillThough this makes us feel okayIt always seems to fall out the very next dayOn occasion, I wonder why we must feel so incompleteBut then I remember, at birth, the emptiness claimed our defeatThe human co.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlazeStickley/1952751/ “Glacier Glade”I spend my days in Glacier GladeIn this place, love seems to fadeThe ice melts a little at a time and as it melts I begin to see it’s cruelest crimeI peer through gleaming, drippy ice to catch a glimpse of what I thought would be quite niceBut as I peek, I see myself.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlazeStickley/1944849/ “Broken Thoughts”A broken thoughtIt haunts my heartMy mind is dying, as my neurons rotI feel a fit building in meI feel a thought tearing me apartI must be blind because I can't seeNow as my emotions subside, for a short given timeI focus my thoughts on this schizophrenic rhyme http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlazeStickley/1944842/ "Spoiled Milk"I forgot the milk was spoiled.But what a romantic thought I'd had.That it was rotten of course I'd forgotten before, yet I always end up throwing up on the floor again.If my life had a chorus it would be one of melancholy, melodrama, and remorse.Romance is such a blinding force.I will .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlazeStickley/1845496/ “Why?”Why are things the way they are?How do you sleep knowing there are still questions, with answers so far?You don’t even bother trying to answer them; you put curiosity behind bars in exchange for an existence simple, without a single worry of mind, and I wonder are there any m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlazeStickley/1841360/ "Gravity"I wake up in the morning nearly ten feet tall, refreshed from the last day’s bitter fall.I tell myself today will be better like draping my body in a warm wool sweater.By time day breaks in the light doesn't even reach my skin; now I'm feeling the effects of gravity, pulling down on m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlazeStickley/1840698/