http://slow.writerscafe.org/tobi7051 The original writings of author Tobias Søgaard en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776020152 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Lately I have been feeling better and better because of anti-depressants, but the past week I fell a bit. So I'm in this weird state between being okay and not really. Might turn it to a song. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tobi7051/2794567/ I was snuck up on recently by this, which was a surprise to be sure, but not a particularly welcome one. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tobi7051/2794566/ The world can seem hopeless, but we must never let those in power stand unchecked. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tobi7051/2794565/ Have you ever woken from a dream, and wished it was real life? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tobi7051/2794564/ I love the watchman as a metaphor. Nothing evil can harm me when I am within the love of Jesus. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tobi7051/2794563/ A couple of years ago I lost my grandma. It helped me a lot to write this as it kind of felt like talking to her again. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tobi7051/2794562/ A haiku about November http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tobi7051/2794561/ Paper sheet in the bottle greentell me what secrets you hold.are they records of what you have seenon this the sun-lit sea of gold?Let your secrets unfold. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tobi7051/2794560/ Translated from Danish. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tobi7051/2794559/ In honor of (late) Halloween http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tobi7051/2794558/ Sometimes when life gets tough it can be easy to give up. But as long as the mind stays intact you aren't too far gone. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tobi7051/2794557/ Fall makes me think about death with harvested fields and decaying leaves. Death is all around us, but we treat it as unnatural, though everything comes back to life in the spring. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tobi7051/2794556/ Perfectionis how I would describe this momentWe are like frozen in timethe world around us keep spinningbut in this roomthe globe has stopped its everlasting danceYour hands are rushing weaving yarn back and forthfaster and fasteronly to sigh when the realization hitsthat it must.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tobi7051/2794554/ Inspired by Dylan Thomas' poem "Do not go gentle into that night" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tobi7051/2794553/ Though it could be boring at times, there's something nice in looking back at a quiet afternoon. Even if you weren't exactly aware. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tobi7051/2794552/ In my life, bizarre,I will see many and muchFlowers, rivers, stars.But I'd rather dieIf I should travel aloneWith none by my side http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tobi7051/2794551/ Creative title, I know.. This was an assignment for English class a couple of years ago: to write a shakespearian sonnet. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tobi7051/2794529/ So a while ago I was into this girl, but as it turned out she started dating someone only a few months before we met. Oh well bad luck I guess. Dealt with it by writing. Don't actually hate him though http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tobi7051/2794528/ Another old poem of mine http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tobi7051/2794525/ My first poem ever - 4 years old http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tobi7051/2794523/