http://slow.writerscafe.org/SilverInk779 The original writings of author SilverInk en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775997042 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 My GuestI’m sorry I looked at the scars on your arms and refused to turn a blind eye.But I couldn’t justStand byAnd watch you smile and laughWith me every day.No matter how many Times you say“Don’t tell. Please.”Because You’re actually rather important to me.To s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilverInk779/2029545/ The Way You CryThere’s something about seeing you break down.About watching your walls crumbleBrick by brickAbout hearing your sobs from a distanceAbout realizing that maybe you aren’t As strong as I thought you were.There’s something about the way you cry.About the way your nose a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilverInk779/2029007/ If Money Were No ObjectIf money were no object, I’d throw caution to the wind.I’d run a mile in flip-flops,Down and back again.If money were no object, I’d taste test jellybeans.The kind that come in vibrant hues,Like orange and pink and green.If money were no object, I’d tra.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilverInk779/2028750/ AwakenedMy consciousness had been AwakenedI was tired of feeling theAche, andI wanted it to stop.I was drowningQuite swiftlyLooking for someoneTo lift meBut I was turning to all the wrong people. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilverInk779/2028716/ One Clean SliceOh, Im sorry.Do you find me to beCold?Rude?Harsh?Can you feel the hard shield that I hold in front of me?I can see that it angers you.That you take stab after stab,To no avail.It makes no sense, really.Have I ever taken a swing at your own covering?Have I ever drilled into your protec.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilverInk779/2024340/ I Closed My Eyes - And I Saw HeavenI'm not quite sure what it means, butI know for sure that it happened.I closed my eyesAnd I saw heaven.It was lit with trillions of starsI recognized a few.There's so much that I haven't doneI'm not ready.But that doesn't really matter,Does it? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilverInk779/2024334/ A poem about social anxiety~ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilverInk779/2023401/ Jeff’s first letter still hadn’t arrived. “Don’t worry about it, Bee. Letters take a few days to get where they need to.” her mother said, despite the fact that her voice was shaking. Maybe it the fact that he’d only left yesterday, or that he probably hadn’.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilverInk779/2011313/ “I”Must I worry with each stepFor fear that one will pull the triggerSolely because The sun tanned the skinOf those who cameThousands of years beforeIMust I pen each thoughtMore intelligentlyFor fearThat one will turn me downSolely becauseThere’s an FWhere an M could be, forIMust I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilverInk779/2010753/ “Do you have your sweatbands?” Bee asked her brother. “Never forget ‘em.” Jeff stuffed the rest of his uniforms into his third suitcase. Bee handed him one that he had left on the floor, after running her thumb over the embroidered label. “Will Brusch School For .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilverInk779/2009746/ “This was a bad idea from the start!” Tabes screamed. Her eyes were red and puffy. 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You left me and mom and dad for some stupid war. Don’t we matter more to you than that? Don’t I matter more than the fate of the country? Don’t go and die, Evan. I might hate you right now, but I still need you. Are you going to be home for Hanukkah? I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilverInk779/1991133/ Cassy's brother is serving overseas, and he won't be home for the holidays. A five note story. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilverInk779/1991131/ It was exactly 8:30 when the doorbell rang. Carli, knowing who it was, opened the door. “I thought I told you I wasn’t having a party.”Kylian leaned forward, close to Carli’s face. “Is it really a party if I’m the only one here?”Carli gave him a playful shov.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilverInk779/1990693/ Roger’s constant smile fell for the first time in a year and a day. 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