http://slow.writerscafe.org/lostinthewaves The original writings of author lostinthewaves en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776006491 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 that everyone gets but me http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lostinthewaves/2014965/ beauty is in oneself, not in metaphors http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lostinthewaves/2014954/ Softly, the lamb sets forth in the garden,Little one who has giv’n us all pardon,Gently he walks, passing all the angels,His reign, glory among the earth and sky. Softly, the voice of the shepherd calls me,“In me find rest, where all shall come to be&rdqu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lostinthewaves/1988978/ I am a parking ticket... (not my best written but the one that makes me laugh the most) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lostinthewaves/1971775/ sadness is like water, a necessity http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lostinthewaves/1970677/ you tell me you don't believe in a Godthis world is too brokentoo evil to ever have belonged to righteousness yet every piece of you is a miracle a living, breathing revolution fighting a battle with evil, and winning http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lostinthewaves/1970673/ a little poem about social anxiety http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lostinthewaves/1946509/ barefoot on an empty street,half past ten,just myself and the memory of you.the chill in the air feels like freedom,but I've never been the type to leave,just myself on an empty street,alone with the memory of you.I'd go inside,but the night calls me,holding me,understanding inaudibly.moving on feel.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lostinthewaves/1946458/ It's easy to find fault in oneself,some flaw that determines worth,and I can't say that I haven't fallen victim.But something,somewhere,decided I needed to be.You can call it chance,some say dumb luck,I'd say it's love beyond explanation.I trace blue lines, the branches of my heartbeat,in awe of all.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lostinthewaves/1946098/ Sadness is comforting.It is my blanket on a cold night,my forgiving friend.It knows me better than anyone else,my secrets held tightly behind closed blue lips.It is my rain, the quiet pitter-patter of soft drops through my restless nights. It calls me when I lose sight of where I'm going, promising .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lostinthewaves/1945967/ How long is a laugh?The kind that fills the emptiness you didn't even know you had,sealing the crevices of your soul with words that never existed,A song sung by the best parts of your spirit, the pieces left for only the most worthy of companions.The radio doesn't stay on forever.The song that you .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lostinthewaves/1945938/ a footstep on a cold floorlit by early daymy journey of contentionalways seems to begin this waya breathreassurance for a troubled heartyet vile words slip through the frayand my downfall is called to the start I beg and cry for a reprieve surely a punishment for sins i know nota battle beyond what .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lostinthewaves/1945700/ Don't ever let someone tell youthat you are too much to handle- too much to be with.You we're built for battlecrafted perfectly for your circumstancesbuilt to withstand anything.You were built to loveto protect the vulnerable,and to give rest to the weary.You were built to feel,to understand, and to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lostinthewaves/1945699/ I am not a cup of coffee,You cannot add sugarto make my words easier to swallow. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lostinthewaves/1945698/ An exhaustion that sleep can't relieve,a state of survival,beginning to feel like a home. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lostinthewaves/1945695/