http://slow.writerscafe.org/Jaques The original writings of author Vera en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776237150 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The Empty ShellA body that moves and breathes, yet it does not liveOnce full of energy and hope but now it only shambles onIt huddles into its corner to hide from the light yet it is still afraid of the darkWhere did this being's happiness and motivation go, how did it lose its love of life?Did they.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jaques/1894464/ Some say you must live through Carpe DiemBut what if that’s not necessaryIs life all about going out to take risksOr is it centered around smaller thingsSuch as enjoying life for what it isHearing a small child’s laugh and just listening to their joyWatching the elderly and wondering wha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jaques/1891691/ DreamsSome say I’m a dreamerThat I’m idealistic or full of ideasBut in reality I am lostI dream to escape this place, to shy away from the harsh light of realityI dream because I am afraidThere is only fleeting joy in the real worldIn my mind there is a utopiaA world full of friends and .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jaques/1891682/ The ColdI can feel it beginning to spreadThe numbness crawling through my body, through my mindIt feels dark, quenching any light left withinThey don’t feel the cold, it is only in meThey don’t see the ice forming in my chestThe ColdI can no longer see any warmthThe sun is blocked from m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jaques/1889182/ We all wear them.The face we show the world.When will it be safe to show ourselves?The one real person in us, we question and accuse.All because the world has expectations.Hiding the sadness, anger, and guilt all for the sake of the world's image. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jaques/1876021/ The Vikings care not if a man loses in battle, they care about the effort. For if a warrior cowers in a corner and lives he has no honor. But if a warrior bravely faces the light of day and fights with all his might and falls to his foes he is the one that is glorified in Valhalla. For he fought wit.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jaques/1874872/ One is my home, the other is where I live.One is bright and beautiful, the other is dark and grim.The world I want is only to be visited, the other I try to escape, yet can't.I have the need to feel that joy of imagination, of hope, yet I'm stuck staring at blank pages.I want to have adventure and f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jaques/1863943/ Rage and fury screaming through the air.Cries of glory and of anguish.Steel flashing.Blood dripping.Torches illuminating the grisly scene.The invaders have won.Now leaving with their hoard.The buildings gone.Replaced with darkness.The oars push away with vigor and vim.Shouts for Valhalla ring throug.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jaques/1863140/ Blood flowing.Vision tinted red.Images flying through the mind.Images of fists flying,Teeth falling.Sitting in silence,Repressing the darkness.Can't speak for it may never stop.Seething as the fools surround.Have to breathe or it will take control. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jaques/1861015/