http://slow.writerscafe.org/SCHahn The original writings of author C.N.Moore en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776164598 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 It seems like yesterday wehad only just met,I was yours from the startI just didn't know it yet.Thoughts of you filled myhead every moment of every day,I've always wanted whatsbest for you in every which way. You left and weren't sureif you were coming back,I thought your life .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SCHahn/793448/ A Poem about growing up http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SCHahn/785511/ So many moons have risen since then,a dark moon lit night, I play it againand again.These wings they fluttered so quicklyso strong,beating like angels and you were theirsong.The moment my eyes caught that firstglimpse,my heart became yours " without youit limps.I've never menti.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SCHahn/783829/ Such a bright star come down fromabove,Full of laughter joy and love.Shooting through the darkest night,Filling souls with brightest light.Your stay with us was short but sweet,Rejoice your life yet still we weep.These tears are for the hearts you'vewarmed,Each running down the pat.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SCHahn/751927/ White is the vessel awaiting thearrival of chaos and creation. So many fighting to obtain leadership..such is determination.An aurora of light dancing and swayingswiftly about.Stories untold racing toward the onlyway out.With first dip into the brightest ofred.An idea is born .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SCHahn/728746/ It's been weeks since last we spoke, Iremember it well.. in a sweat I awoke.  I was afraid you had left mealone with my thoughts, a loaded gun ready, yet.. firing blank shots.  Many times I've placed these fingers to type, to relay thesethoughts and relieve this hype.&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SCHahn/702940/ So deserted…desolate, I’ve never seen such vast emptiness. Ive seen chaos, destruction, I’ve even seen death; but this?  I’ve never seen anything quite like this.  There, right in front of me, that was the shop I got my .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SCHahn/692286/ A Poetic Story http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SCHahn/692282/ A Poetic Story http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SCHahn/692268/ A dedication to every parent who has ever struggled to put food on the table, thank you all for never giving up. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SCHahn/688816/ A needle so sharp, curved and true, thick black thread ready to pull through. As I sit and reflect.. I count all the times, my heart has broken and Ive stitched in the lines. The first time was hard, a bittersweet fight, I was young and alone lost in the night. Nothing .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SCHahn/688420/ It begins again.. the feeling of flighttakes over me.  My head in the clouds, the ground I cannot see.  Justas I think this lust.. this disease is cured, with soft beautifuleyes my my temptress, she lures.  Powerless, I am weak.. unable toflee, why run.. when by her .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SCHahn/688418/ My bright skies turn so gray with indecisive rain,my soft clouds of happiness fill with the thunder of pain.That rainbow that once shone so very bright,Bleeds now only red, I cringe at the very sight.All the life around me decays and fades away...I'm left with vast emptiness to wallow in each day.Th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SCHahn/687913/ As she looks into my eyes for the firsttime in years, I wonder if her mind is swirling with as much thoughtas mine.. if her heart also feels like it is floating away. It'sbeen so long, yet not a step have we missed, truly this moment wascrafted for us.. for perfection. The sun sets just be.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SCHahn/687482/ The sounds of war felt through theground, with a monstrous crack such a startling sound.  Chaos fillsthe midnight sky, blinding brightly with flickered light.  The roundsnow fly from high above, racing to earn that first drawn blood.  Waveafter wave a relentless.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SCHahn/687102/ Each year ends with snows fresh white fall, bringing Jack Frost’s chill and good times for all. Whether you enjoy carving grooves into a powdery hill, or cuddling by a fire staying ever so still. The Holidays come and leave us with joy, and New Years begin with resolut.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SCHahn/686629/ “What is it you fear more than anything?” I remember her asking me… in a flash all my fears, both past and present, began playing before my eyes like a reel of film flickering in and out. I began to sift through my wreckage of phobia, changing from reel to reel trying to find that.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SCHahn/686628/ Alone in a forest, surrounded by 100year old trees.. each reaching out, blowing in me life.. still Icannot breathe. The water surrounds me, crisp and blue.. fresherthan any other you could ever image, the liquid fills my mouth.. yetI cannot drink. I walk the midnight streets alone, no othe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SCHahn/686617/ A tiny flame so far out,burns so bright without a doubt. Her flame pulls me in through the night,I set my sails for her light. The waters anger knows no end, a constant battle between bitter friends. Waves so mighty they knock me down, for her bright light this ship is bound.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SCHahn/686231/ When most people think of the places they've been, they think where they’ve traveled never looking within. When I recall the moments we’ve shared in time, I close my eyes and see with my mind. I think of the first time our touch became one, it was a perfect day u.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SCHahn/686138/ Its been many long years since you weretaken away, I'd sooner take your place if it meant you could stay. Not an hour goes by that you're not on my mind, when I miss you themost and can't seem to find, the strength to smile or to stop thesetears, I grab that guitar t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SCHahn/685755/ Perhaps more a short story than a poem? You decide. :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SCHahn/685589/ Ripples spread the waters face, blue and bright perfectly placed, clearer than the morning sky, softer than the sweetest eye. A lonely tree so tall and pure, standing strong so bold and sure, forever watching the rippled tide, swaying with affirming pride. Joi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SCHahn/685585/ With every iron track we pass destination only hastens its inevitable shipment, what once seemed so very far away is all but a light at the end of a not so long tunnel awaiting our bright red box car’s arrival, more specifically our arrival. With every station offering you something different,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SCHahn/685278/ Every night I stare into the sky, patrolling the stars for my chance at flight. I await that laughter, that child’s voice, but motors fill the air, cars and their noise. Patiently I gaze, n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SCHahn/685259/ Each spec comes screaming down casting away yet another moment, cruelly teasing my very existence. I cannot seem to find the strength to look away, yet I feel my sanity slipping with each grains departure and landing. A bittersweet hate, for I loathe each spec for their lack of hustle and hope they .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SCHahn/685251/ Star light star bright I come to you this very night Sitting still and holding tight to this single wish for you to make right.I’m not the kind to make a wish When taking fate into my hands is how I live But this night finds me wishing to youGrant me this single dream come true&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SCHahn/685165/ Slowly a single note breaks the deafening quiet, from the heavens above shines a single light. Faintly the notes become more clear, a beautiful crescendo held so perfectly still. The low rumble of percussion steadily thunders in, tempting and dangerous like the thought of si.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SCHahn/684747/ With every rising sun I find myself walking the same path, through a garden of roses each more red than the last. It’s not for the comforting sea of conformity I come, no.. I am in search of a special, unique one. I cannot tell you what it is I seek, or why everyday th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SCHahn/684697/ Today I came across the most beautiful sight, a snow covered forest where day became night. This scene seemed to stretch for hours on end, after miles of forest it came to a bend. A small clearing was visible just down the way, had you been there with me right there we would.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SCHahn/684676/