http://slow.writerscafe.org/AnneShirley The original writings of author LonelyWanderer en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776019920 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Would you mind if I go? Would you search for me? Would you die a bit inside? Oh tell me what would you be? Would you climb mountains high? Would you sail oceans and seas? Would you search all over the world? Oh tell me what would you be? Would you write poems of us? .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnneShirley/1866563/ Therefore I am. The black in the entire sea of white. The sinner sitting in front of God. The liar amongst the truthful souls. Between the evens, I am odd. Therefore, I am. Everything I shouldn't be. I'm the hole in your clean rooftop. I'm the speck of dust, lying on.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnneShirley/1866189/ What are we but stardust hereStories written on the book out thereWhere people come and people goWriting pages fast and slow.Throwing glitters all aroundDrawing lines in square and roundMaking pathways straight and curvedGrounded life, dreams free as bird. Years pass .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnneShirley/1866188/ All shall fade away, every bit of itLike whispers in the wind Smoke from the cigarettes Swirling away to nothingness. In your darkest of the nights Coldest of the hoursAnd then all that you'll find Would be ashes of what remains-Bits and pieces of what got brokenW.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnneShirley/1865787/ Glorious October day All red and yellow- The spirit of autumn. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnneShirley/1865411/ A few birds- Flying in the gloomy sky,On a winter evening. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnneShirley/1865410/ Sultry summer noon Everywhere calm and quite- The cry of a hawk. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnneShirley/1865405/ A drenched crow Sitting alone in a branch of the tree-On a rainy day. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnneShirley/1865403/ A chilly night- Through a distance The howl of a wolf http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnneShirley/1865400/ The rainbow Touches the sky and meets the Earth- Blending sun and rain. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnneShirley/1865399/ The leafless tree Throughout the winter- Standing tall and proud. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnneShirley/1865398/ The pale flower bends Let the dewdrop fall- Like a drop of tear http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnneShirley/1865388/ The bright full moon: Among the million stars Shining over the snow http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnneShirley/1865386/ During the dawn Through the yellow leaves of the trees- The first ray of sunlight http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnneShirley/1865385/ The first attempt I made at writing haiku when I was 13 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnneShirley/1865384/ All alone below the thundering sky, I saw the heaven- dark and furious: madened by the rage of destruction It was vain to cry for help- The voice came echoing back, through the shrieking water I saw the dazzling lightning Raging over the water wrath; And the crashing waves- Oh! The.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnneShirley/1865380/ She was the angel leaving behind pixie dust everywhere she went, like little bits of happiness And he kept following the trail, Hoping to get hold of what wasn't meant to be heldHe searched on and on to grab more of her but never saw he was already wrapped with her magic. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnneShirley/1863137/ Words stopped rhyming, So did her life;Thoughts slipped away carelessly And she struggled to thrive. But they could never leave From the four walled room, Just wandered in the darkness Till they got buried and doomed. Light came through the window But could never reach her mind... .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnneShirley/1863091/ Pitch black is my room, it's 2 o'clock at nightA sudden squeak of mouse, or a screech of bird at flight And the swoosh of running fan, no more sound there isOh so pitch black is my room, full of silence and some peaceNo light outside as well, they put off their lights and sleptJ.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnneShirley/1863090/ Noises seemed distant, thoughts - a cloudy bunchShe pressed her lips against the tobacco tasting ones The alcohol slowly seeped through her veinsTaking over her mind, body and brain. Some distant voice slowly, softly cried But loud enough to cross the foggy mindReminding of .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnneShirley/1863088/ She always felt strange when she heard a distant melody. Like a good life is out there where the songs played happily and the sun shined brighter, or even the rain felt better dancing along with the tune. But oh, the distance. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnneShirley/1863087/ I want you by me. Now. Always. He whispered, as she looked away at a distance - too detached to agree, too confused to disagree. The night was getting colder and she shivered a bit - with all the coldness inside her. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnneShirley/1863086/ I know every 10pm that sings the lullabies, And 11 that shall always be for the bit of naughtier one-And midnight struck for good disciplines, So 1am shall have a bit more fun.2 o'clock is for the good old lovers, cuddled in each other's arms Another hour keeps those awake- with .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnneShirley/1863082/ 'I miss winter just because I miss when I knew you best.'She still felt those days of December like they were just yesterday. He stood at the corner of the street every Sunday waiting eagerly for a walk. Down the lonely dark city streets, slowly dozing off. The warmth of his hands .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnneShirley/1863074/