http://slow.writerscafe.org/angelbrown33 The original writings of author Victoria Scott en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775984114 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 In a moment, first impressionsSecond guesses, fly out the window you thought you closed.Platonic glances and hopeless romancesLeaving you vulnerable, exposed.But you're the type of boy who would ask an old lady to danceTo make her feel alive again, in her lonely old age.You're the type of boy who wo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angelbrown33/1175403/ A short story about...well just read it to find out. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angelbrown33/1006806/ A modern comedic twist on the classic story of My Fair Lady, or Pygmalion by George Bernard Shaw. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angelbrown33/1006798/ A short story i had written previously for a contest, just about the feeling of not fitting in and discovering your true gift in life. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angelbrown33/1006797/ A short comedic story about greed and the effects preconceived notions can have. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angelbrown33/1006795/ A short story about first and lasting impressions almost. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angelbrown33/1006794/ From myviewpoint in the hallAgainst thewall upon which I layPeople goin, people pass byYet littledo they know...Evenpaintings cry.I saw youwhen you lost your dadEvery tearthat fell I cried tooYou hadevery right to be madAnd to questionthe lies you th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angelbrown33/1003071/ Ihad seen my Grandpa this way before.  Ithappened ever so often that I would hear the shuffle of his baggy cargo pantsagainst the wood, the tingle like wind chimes, as the sweet tea and exactlyfive ice cubes rustled, inside a clean glass cup, along with his rolling gate.  He would .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angelbrown33/1001695/ Whenever I see anyone who just makes it his/her goal to make everyone happy :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angelbrown33/962908/ I'm moving away from all of my closest friends, very far away. And the few days I have left with them...this is what I want to show them. This is for them :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angelbrown33/960843/ Whenever I blow a dandelionI whisper a wish into the windAnd as the petals float afarThe gentle breeze carries my heart into the air. Up into the rays of the sunMy wishes float into the skyWondering who will unlock their prayerTrusting as though a dearest friend... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angelbrown33/957102/ "Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass...it's about learning to dance in the rain." -Unknown http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angelbrown33/936814/ This is for those of you who feel like life is hopeless right now, i feel that way to, but you have to realize if this is your worst, then things can only get better :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angelbrown33/910864/ This is actually a song, but it can be read as a poem, its about a boy whose father dies and he can only escape reality through imagination :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angelbrown33/895250/ I was bored and in a random gloomy mood when i wrote this, nothing like this happened, I don't know what it feels like to have a broken heart, but maybe some of you can relate. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angelbrown33/888684/ No I have honestly never experienced this, but this is what I would imagine it being like :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angelbrown33/841137/ I wish I could see the way you feelI wish I could touch love, I wish it was realSo that I could assure myself everydayThat your love would never go away.I wish your love was like a giftThat when I opened it your heart would liftOut from under the Christmas treeAnd shine so bright the world could see.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angelbrown33/839871/ This is written for the benefit for the lukewarm christians who go to church but have no real spiritual discernment when it comes to having a real personal relationship with Jesus. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angelbrown33/839007/ I was sort of inspired by the song Stereo Hearts :) its not all that great but I thought id post it anyway haha http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angelbrown33/826218/ Sometimes I feel prejudiced against cause I can't do a lot of things, but as a writer I have found out that I can, just in a little different way. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angelbrown33/822383/ This is a poem about a man and his wife has Alzheimers and yet he still loves her. This is written from the wife's perspective. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angelbrown33/800460/ This is a poem more or less about the status quo and how its drained our modern society. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angelbrown33/753316/ What does a memory capture that a camera cannot?What does a memory portray, if described, that the shallow cover cannot?It is as the everyday.We look about and see pictures of people in the past,But if we saw memories, we wouldn't just see the smile, but, indeed,Feel it on our features.Every moment,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angelbrown33/750779/ This is a poem more on looking more positively on life...and not taking any moment for granted. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angelbrown33/747053/ This poem is sort of like "Empty Shells" its just about looking into people and seeing the nonexistent peace of those without the Lord. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angelbrown33/746303/ I wrote these for a contest on here, but as I started to write these I began to really get into it and put my whole heart and soul into this. Enjoy :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angelbrown33/744592/ Teardrops of glassShatter on the cold floorYour icy stare meltsWith the warm seasons changeYou are drunk with love As the water pools at your feet In this place http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angelbrown33/743650/ His chest burst forthMuch as his songHis wings as long as a bookHis eyes as black as the nightHe sings night and day Proclaiming his loveFor the one who loved him first. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angelbrown33/743642/ This poem is all about how life is all about the choices that we make and how they effect are life in ways we do not see but feel. And how they effect us even we are dead. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angelbrown33/739293/ We run.......Wanting freedom from the cage we builtRunning from the echo of our empty wordsHiding from the flowers that the outside of our souls made wiltBegging to fly from ourselves like the birdsWe idolized the Stars that we watched dieThere physicality playing no part in how we saw themAs they b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angelbrown33/739202/ Just experimenting with different forms of poetry. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angelbrown33/739173/ Actually, this poem is true. It has happened to me quite a few times and I decided to write it down because recalling this gave me inspiration. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angelbrown33/739170/ I love how nature effects all kinds of inspiration! And that is sort of what this poem is about. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angelbrown33/739168/ Where are you going my child?What have I done that made you run away?You made the world open up to new adventures everydayBut the crimson stain on our heartsWill remind us Will remind usLittle boy, come and see the sunSee the color rise into the skyAnd you’ll he.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angelbrown33/725976/ This is more of a personification poem, its not that good but I might as well post it ;) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angelbrown33/688894/ Haveyou ever read a poem in soft spoken tones, that when your eyes glided through the meaningful words you weren’t hearing the story, you weren’t listening tothe words.  Youwere, in fact, enjoying the sound of a song. Musicplayed by a writer’s .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angelbrown33/688225/ Ancient Parishes of the oldPromises music to the light,Beckoning to the City of Gold,Whispering to the sunset bright.Angel’s robedin gleaming light;Trumpeters of silverBlow with force.The angel’s pray through the sleeping night,Whilst orders of brimstone.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angelbrown33/688224/   Youknow how in spring the roses begin growing,Andwhen snow melts the creeks they start flowing,Andthe world comes alive with everything in it.Likea candle in the darkness is suddenly lit.Howthe leaves revolve, like the earth around the sun;Withseas.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angelbrown33/688221/  Theembers of true love sanctify all bonds broken by sinful pasts.  Forgetting,waiting, hours dripping like a gentle rain wanting to become a storm.  Yetsilence.  Forlo!  Nothinghappens.  Thememory of time past has faded like a flower.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angelbrown33/688216/ This poem just kind of came from me and I didn't even realize what I was writing until I read it again...so it means whatever the reader wants it to mean. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angelbrown33/688215/ The sun rises above the hewTo wish the world anewNo matter how, or here, or far No matter where in the world we areIt never ceases to amazeWith sun a ‘glarin or eavnin hazeIt opens up the world to playTo new adventures everydayEvening time brings Papa homeAn.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angelbrown33/688212/ There you see the flowing riverAs tears fall down to touch the withered.I feel the peace the pure water gave,And yet the wind came;Picked up the tears and put them away.My sorrow filled my heart with pain,And as I write this I go insane.I want to feel those tears again,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angelbrown33/688207/  If I were but a star…Gleaming on that fateful nightUp in the heavens stand.Glistening pure angels Sing out with joyous mightAs shepherds tremble, quaking, stand.A cry pierces the still of the nightHe is, Messiah of sunset’s light;So he welcomes .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angelbrown33/688206/ Deity oh deity! Come into my chambersCall me by name and know who I am Welcome the sound of my whispering prayersWash the door to my house with the blood of your lambI know not his name I know not what he didAm I to stay what I becameHeaven forbid, heaven forbidTake m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angelbrown33/688203/ The hillside rolls into the mist, And out of the dew he came.  His mighty hoofs pounded the turf kissed, His breath but a clouded flame.  He digs in making the ground tremble Underneath his oppressing strength.  People began to lean forward as his pace swept th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angelbrown33/688201/ This poem was written at a rather depressing point in winter...and the fact that one of my relatives died so that was mainly inspired by both. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angelbrown33/684859/ Doyou hear the soft melody?Echoingdown the valley’s hillOfferingthe sounds of cheer and good will,Andyet its resonance gives gold to the heart of destiny?Withall the children shouting breathlesslyGivingthe morning air no chillAndwaiting the villagers until.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angelbrown33/684857/ My first shot at repetition! Yay! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angelbrown33/683920/ A story about the relationship between a dad and a daughter, this story is dedicated to my wonderful father :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angelbrown33/683919/