http://slow.writerscafe.org/Retro_Wave The original writings of author Retro_Wave en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776021442 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 A poem about a beautiful pig http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Retro_Wave/1987396/ Dear Charmaine,Hey, lovely. I am sorry for being away. You've been popping into my mind more and more since your last letter. I'm hoping to be home by next month. I'm hoping this war will be over soon. I know I keep saying it, but I really do hope and pray that I get by without harm. I saw your .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Retro_Wave/1987284/ You're still the love of my life. You're still the first and only. I have not given up. Dear Charmaine,It's Theo. How ya soon, baby girl? I'm sorry I haven't wrote you in a while. We've been moving around a lot. My whole unit has been all over the place in South Vietnam and I hear talk that.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Retro_Wave/1986960/ Thoughts on paper http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Retro_Wave/1986854/ A brother serving in Vietnam in 1968 writes his younger brother at home. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Retro_Wave/1986497/ I peek through the small glass window frame. Looking out, I can see the world going on and continuing. I am in a small place that looks to be a little frightening, but I am held high by faith and hopes. I am not dead, I still exist. I can hear, but not speak.I am seen, but not he.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Retro_Wave/1986119/ As the smoke and flames eat at my feet and threaten to devour me whole, I smile and keep faith. My livelihood is paralyzed by the impending doom that may await me, but I still smile. My soul keeps strong despite the room darkening around me. At first I was afraid. At first, I was terrified that I'd .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Retro_Wave/1986109/ This is just a combination of random thoughts and emotions. It doesn't have a particular order, but I think it's healthy to get it out. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Retro_Wave/1985756/ I don't know what my life entails. I grew up thinking that everything will be solved, that my life will simply run on rails. The notion that maybe if I just stop caring, life itself will just pass by and I'll be unscathed. I was fine up until a point. Crashing and burning. The dabbling with vice, th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Retro_Wave/1905832/ .. more of a prelude to the actual visit. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Retro_Wave/1905113/ Mad. I'm mad, I tell you!I'm mad at the evils that seep into your very soul that keeps you awake at night.I'm mad at the voices that permeates the pain and misery. Oh, how I wish they'd stop!I'm mad at the fickle nature of life itself, how it can slip through my mortal fingers.I'm mad at the wo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Retro_Wave/1904783/ Always will the flame burn bright.The spark in your eyes sets the love in my heart ablaze. It makes my heart dance and flutter in a craze.The heat burns bright and has no way of dying out.Your smile is the only fuel it needs and is allowed.It incinerates every care in the world and has n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Retro_Wave/1904551/ The waves crashed around him. He inhaled the ease of the ocean. Slowly, the calmness of the beach made him relax. Standing in the sand with his bare feet, Joe finally had a smile on his face that hasn't appeared in months. The seagulls sang as the waves danced. In the distance, a police siren be.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Retro_Wave/1904429/