http://slow.writerscafe.org/Sakred The original writings of author Kyle Buser en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776272824 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Her golden heart for any would be a treasure,But against the one she loves, no mortal man can measure.Like the morning sun, by her smile every darkness brightened,All things not right are easily rightened. Like cotton and lavender, she is soft and scented,She seems pretty chill, even if a bit d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sakred/2872548/ Many steps have I taken,None have lead me here,I leave them in my wake.Each step shapes the snow,Frozen remnants of a journey,No beginning, no end.A train of thought,Strong with inertia,A snapping twig derails.Stillness spoken by shapeless treesMental illness broken by the unconceived In my nat.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sakred/1450399/ I am the Earth and trees, I am the horizon as far as eye can see.I am the Sun, and the browning of the leaves, I am silence, and the thunderous seven seas.I am the sky, the birds and bees, I am I to which there is no reply.Here it all is, always happening, me the breaking little tree. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sakred/1359653/ Would that I could tug till we both break,Silently they'd fallen, barriers that were fake,No you, no I, no mountain, no lake,All blended perfectly like a delicious chocolate shake! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sakred/1133625/ There is no greater happiness than that which comes without reason,and no more daunting melancholy than that of the mind's inclement seasons.Attached to one possibility desire bestows its blessings, to all others it betroths only treason,Woe is he who has already decided on what may not come to be,S.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sakred/978173/ Grasp not http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sakred/964840/ I go looking for it and I've already missed it,I seek it and therefore cannot find it,Yet the Sun still shines and the wind still blows. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sakred/961584/ Looking back at my life I see what I've been through and become grateful for where I am. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sakred/727463/ War sucks. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sakred/686963/ To my greatest foe, whom I often find dashing dastardly to and fro,Within my mind, and wresting, as he does, against this confine.Though I’d like to say, "you’ve served me only well,"Really it isn’t so, you’ve shown me mostly hell.Death to you, ego, for all your disdain,I see.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sakred/686891/ Hey Little One, I can see that you're stuck,But now it's time to run,Let's get you out that muck. Lift up those paws,My precious Little One,And worry not your flaws,For while you're idle,Heinous crimes are done. Your noble picture time might draw,If you'll.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sakred/685148/ A poem I wrote for my sister. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sakred/684816/ Day in, day out, I fight my soul’s affliction.A way in, a way out, this plight my body’s addiction,Stay Zen, what then? Be a soul-wright, do it with conviction.A pen? Amen! They might learn your predilection,For love, for vision, this is not an easy mission,So open yourself to them, even.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sakred/683955/