http://slow.writerscafe.org/KaraokeCowboy The original writings of author Nashville en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776013037 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 the Invisible Man,beside me he standssometimes I fall, he lifts me up again.when I feel that I can't, he tells me I can.wherever I go, he knows where I am.he leads me through life, with an invisible hand.through darkness I stumble, he brightens my path.Always here with me, The Invisible Man. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KaraokeCowboy/1928659/ I hope if you read this, your heart will be thrilled.love is a beacon, guiding us through. Life is a gamble, some win, some lose.God is the Dealer, his House, His rules.we play with the hand, the Dealer has Dealt.this is the time, Place Your Bet! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KaraokeCowboy/1928645/ Why do we love, if it hurts us so bad?Why must we feel it, our hearts torn in half?Precious the moments, the love that we had.So painful the heartache, the past we can't have. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KaraokeCowboy/1928636/ lost upon the sea of disbelief, tossed about by waves of unfaithful deceit.Crashing mercilessly over my head, Dragging me down into the depths.I reach out for you, I keep reaching. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KaraokeCowboy/1928634/ what if I was invisible? would you love me then?what if you couldn't see my flaws? would you speak to me?how I would love you, if only you could see me.no matter how hard I try, you just seem to look right through me.I'm standing right here beside you, Am I Invisible? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KaraokeCowboy/1928261/ How often do I sit here, wondering who I am?I can never paint a picture, of where I wish to be.I Know that I am someone, otherwise why would I be?through my mind, I wander, seeking what I cannot see.in the Silent Darkness, a light begins to shine.A voice softly whispers, You are Not Alone. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KaraokeCowboy/1928231/ Sitting here alone on the bed, blankets of sand cover me up. ice cold shivers run down my spine, the tale is wrenching, the night of my demise. In my day, I was the talk, the toast of the town. One of a kind, none like me could be found. they said I was unsinkable, a marvel to behold.&nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KaraokeCowboy/1913710/ Although you think you know me,you have never seen my face.I live here in your darkness,you continuously seek my light.I offer you redemption,turn the page of life.my mercy, and my graceare hidden between the lines.You ask me for forgiveness,I console you with these words.in order to find your freed.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KaraokeCowboy/1913697/ We all make up stories to hide from the truthYet the truth always finds us, wherever we hide http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KaraokeCowboy/1913687/ I saw you today.It wasn't with me.I can't help but wonder,Who that man could be?Is he the kind of person,you were hoping I would be?Could he be the reason, that you've stopped loving me?What do we have. If it isn't our love.Is all that we were, not good enough?I saw you today.But you weren't with me.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KaraokeCowboy/1911525/ You are the PotterI am the clayShaped in your likenessAdorned with your graceI am the vesselYou are the welldipped in your waterMy emptiness filled. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KaraokeCowboy/1911516/ Don't ask me how I'm doingI won't tell you how much it hurts.On the outside I may seem happyInside I couldn't feel worse.It takes every ounce of strength I possessto keep from breaking down.Somehow I find the courage it takesto pretend that I'm doing wellDon't ask me how I'm doingI wont have to tell.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KaraokeCowboy/1911511/ You only ever come over when you need a shoulder to cry onI wish I could be more than a Kleenex for you to rely onTo only be there to dry your tears awayNo more than a tissue for all the crying you do http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KaraokeCowboy/1911365/ Ribbons and CurlsLittle did she know that life would tie her downThe fiend of foolish blundershe sought the love of anotherA small bundle of wonder and laughteryears passedas it goes, a child will growTrouble will followno doubt about itin walks strugglethe result of every seed sownSeeking out .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KaraokeCowboy/1911364/