http://slow.writerscafe.org/LennyZ The original writings of author . en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775965300 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15     Grimes was finishing his evening patrol. He was the head of defense within his sect of the city; The Western Quarter. This area mainly consisted of large catacombs, and stone tunnels leading to the more inner city. This, being a bordering area, was home to a much darker side.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LennyZ/1920528/        The small girl ran as fast as her legs could carry her. Death was about every corner. Escape, at this point, would be her greatest chance of survival. The light of the moon guided her cloaked body through the thick, densely growing trees, the lights of her village fading o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LennyZ/1920520/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LennyZ/1920519/ Meaning to write this for awhile. How music can truly change people, as it became a cope for me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LennyZ/1919776/ Time is limited. Find your clocks fuel.~ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LennyZ/1899053/ When I’m in my time of need, I write all of my thoughts down,I don’t wish to hurt anyone else, hence why I keep the thoughts in paper.Paper doesn’t speak, but can only listen,It can forget, but only when advised to. My paper is my messenger, my key to opening emotion,The one way I .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LennyZ/1888732/ The little girl looked to her mother with big sweet blue eyes,Bluer than oceans and miles of skies. Breathing in the cold air, not making a sound,She tilted her head, briefly looking around.The train came to a halt, they had arrived at last,A moment they dreaded, had now come so fast.She grasps her .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LennyZ/1887587/ What's wrong? They said,We're worried, they said,We want to help, they said,Everyone goes through this, they said,You need to change, they said,Deal with it, they said,You're faking it all, they said,This is BULLSHIT, they said,GROW UP, they said.~~~We miss him...They said. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LennyZ/1887344/ A midsummer night, a cool, salty breeze,The sound of the gulls, and the rustle of leaves, I held her so tight, never giving way,Her life, all I could do for was hope and pray.She was beyond repairable now, an angel with broken wings,You made out the pure sorrow when she smiles or sings.I knew the ti.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LennyZ/1887263/ With every drastic decision, someone is affected. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LennyZ/1887016/ More philosophy. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LennyZ/1886918/ Originally titled, "My Will To Live". A poem I wrote during an extremely depressing time. This is the darker piece to the more positive outlook on life I wrote, "How to Live Forever". http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LennyZ/1886911/ I have written two pieces, both counter-representing eachother. This specific piece is a moreso positive outlook on how one can live life, and not be forgotten. The other was much darker. I will post. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LennyZ/1886910/