http://slow.writerscafe.org/qwertyuiop The original writings of author Sophie Titch en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776026291 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Laura is a 'beautiful' baby fish,I called her baby fishy,She swam around,And fell to the ground. She started to float,Flipped upside down,My 'beautiful' fishy,Is a dead fishy now. I used my net, She was easy to catch, For she didnt move,And she couldnt go bac.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/qwertyuiop/710244/ L is for LanguageFor the language of the human tongue,For the language of the lions roar,For the language of the bees dance,For the language made by the crickets wings,For the language of the beating heart,Heard by a child in the mothers womb. O is for OceanFor the single ocea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/qwertyuiop/706270/ After a hard days work,Finished from the teachers,the learners, the moaners.Put the pens down,The boots at the door.Ready to switch it on,The music, the bath.Sit down, dreary eyes.Hot steamy soak,Lucious scents entise you. Breathe, be breathless, breathe again. Th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/qwertyuiop/702536/ Do You Mind,Im Working Here! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/qwertyuiop/700331/ Ive lost it,This thing that i had.It flowed in my mind,Im afraid it may be gone,It would dance around in my brain,Swirling through my thoughts,Allowing me to think,Of something that is fine. Then all of a sudden,The thing that i thought i had lost,Came back to me as i thou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/qwertyuiop/698947/ Sunshine in the chalk box,Kids playing hopscotch,Bubbles drifting through the summer air,Running through the rape fields, Yellow staining their clothes.Water fights and water bombs,Drench the children head to toe,Paddeling pools and trampolines,Fun is what this is. Ye.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/qwertyuiop/698922/ In the dark,i can see you,in the dark,you glow to a gloomy green state.your skeletal face, hollow, no emotion present, standing there,holding yourself low. the people around,stare at the ground,why are you like this,my very old friend.But there you were,there you wen.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/qwertyuiop/698883/ this life is like a butterfly,flying by. for a butterfly nothing matters, they eat, sleep, and breath, nothing puts them down,but the others. yes other butterflies say your ugly,but thats not your fault,you were born this way. caterpillars are not very pretty,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/qwertyuiop/698387/