http://slow.writerscafe.org/Soulchild The original writings of author Soulchild en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776017861 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Thankyou to all who took the time to read these poems. I hope that youenjoyed these poems they are all from the heart they are an extensionof my being.Iam thankful to you all. You are all my inspiration, the reason Ibelieve that life is always worth fighting the good fight and .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Soulchild/759472/ AllI can GiveIcan give you Space, love, my time and energy.I can give you myheart and my soul, itsmy essence and I know its unlimited.I can give you my ears,whenyou want someone to listen.I can give you my voice if it soothesyou,andif helps in an instant.I can.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Soulchild/759470/ ForYou“AsI sit and reminisce,on the loving touchandblissfulness,trying to look atthe good times we shared,notthinking of the strife we bared,when you held me closeto yourloving chestI think of you and gasp for breath,hoping you arefeeling tooof the feelings th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Soulchild/759469/ TheRain of a human Race.“IfI was to compare thehuman race to anythingit would berain,what reason for this you ask?simple,some welcome itwill others avoid it,some people embrace it while othersshelterand shield themselves from it,Others put trust in it,whileothers ho.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Soulchild/759466/ AsA BirdAsa bird soars highIn the dull grey skyI think to myselfandI wonder why?why is life so hard?striving and strugglingforthe things we discard,all the troubles we think ofjust buildup inside,we must learn to harnessour problems and set themaside.just like the bird as.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Soulchild/759464/ Angelswith Broken Wings“Withbroken wings I wish to bring,joyful times, not suffering,lastinglove and graceful times,that clear the path through my darkeststrides,I am here for you, I am here for all,I am here untilthe curtains fall,I listen good, I listen hard,I listentho.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Soulchild/759463/ Definitionof Love“Loveto me is a double edge sword,pain and joy the emotions weendure,what is its purpose?the answers I wish explore,hurtcan’t be countered,yet joy’s can be faltered,why suchironicisum in love?can it be altered?” http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Soulchild/759461/ StillI Go On“Writtenin ink, carved onto stone,I wore my heart on my shoulder,butnow its torn,worn out by my past,worn out by the lastpersonI gave it to,what lies ahead a difficult task,trapped by thesuffering,trapped by the pain,lost in my moments of miserythat rema.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Soulchild/759460/ MyHero“AHero is someone that makes you feel so strong,Someonewho lasts the test of time andnever does no wrong, buttell me what happens whenyour hero comes to end? Itfeels like being lost in eternity and whatwould you do then?Wa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Soulchild/759458/ TheFuture“Watchingthe children play,I feel so much dismay,knowing what thefutureholds is nothing short of pain,innocent andhelplessnessare the words that come to mind,knowing that thiswill disappear in very little time,so why do we let ourchildrenlearn m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Soulchild/759457/ AsI Wake“AsI wake from slumberthe skies are often grey,emotions runningthrough my head,of past and present fates,It seems so harshthe world to barethese burdens on us all,wishing that justone day,I’ll hear the angels call,but when I realizethatmy mind has thou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Soulchild/759454/ WhereDo I Belong?Nowthat I am here,I try to move onbut people make me dwellandthink of a place that I can call home,where is that?I don’tknow?but I know its a place that we all want to go,why do Ifeel so alone?my father is here but my mother has passedon,everyone tests me.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Soulchild/759453/ OurWorld“Timeto me, time is not reala man made deviceto control how wefeel,also what we perceive to be real,scared of thiselementwe seek refuge in material things,lack ofcommunicationis leaving the world in ruin,computers andmobile technologyare suppose to connect u.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Soulchild/759444/ ICry“AsI look at my life,I finally cry no more,over time my eyeshave driedand my heart is set in stone,the reason for thisbeing?so that I hurt no more,the tears I shed are not from myeyes,instead they come from coastal shores,the reason forthis is so thatwhen I cry .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Soulchild/759443/ NeverEnding“Myroad seems never-ending,days seem long lasting,my longing foropportunity is passing,happiness is being stripped from me,aspeople pass me,time is running out,but yet I seemdistracted,by pointless thoughts which my mind enchants me,75summers .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Soulchild/759442/ DustyWindows“AsI look at the worldthrough dusty windows,I realize thatlifeain’t at all what it seems,as the dust obscureswhatwe perceive to be real,most people are happy with what theysee,Not me!!!So, I rub away some of the dust,so I can geta better view,although I .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Soulchild/759441/ MyHeart“Ican’t explain the waymy heart feels it always seemssovague, pain and miserynot memories are what are storedinside,when it beats the sounds of tearsare all that you mayhear,Why can’t people understand,that there is nothing weshould fear,As I close my e.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Soulchild/759438/ Angelswith broken wings is a collection of poems which I have written overthe years. Its from my hardest times of tragedy and hurt my writingsenabled me to face even my most ferocious demons. Iam glad to share them with you, The reason I call this book “angelswith broke.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Soulchild/759436/ Thisis dedicated to my mother Catherine May Middlemass, I want you toknow that I carry you in my heart every day. Its because of you I canlook fear in the face and walk with the heart of a lion. I love youand miss you dearly.Youare my lighthouse you guide me whenever I am lost .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Soulchild/759435/ Angels with broken wings is a collection of poems which I have written over the years. Its from my hardest times of tragedy and hurt my writings enabled me to face even my most ferocious demons. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Soulchild/759432/ “You'llnever understand me!” She yelled as she slammed the apartment doorclosed.Bags in hand, sobbing as she descended the stairs to hercar. “I am so tired of all this s**t!” she says to herself. Asshe exits the building. Andmakes her way to the car .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Soulchild/759423/ Adultery! what is your take on it? A young woman is conflicted and believes in her mind that there is no wrong it. She believes that everyone deserves to be happy no matter the consequence. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Soulchild/759421/ AsClive drove away Antwone prepared himself for his walk he put hisback pack on and put his head phones in his ears, selected an albumand began to walk down the street. Doingso made him think about being a young child growing up here and howmuch has came and went, buildings being tore .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Soulchild/759417/ As hewalked to the town the sun was still beating down the air was dry andsticky with the dust from the farms near the surrounding areas. Hecould hear the crickets, they were so loud. Some time had passed andhe arrived at the small bar named ’Annette’s’. It wastac.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Soulchild/759414/ I feltthe pressures were releasing more and more. He smiled and continuedto pack his things. Afterpacking some things he walked to the sitting room where checked theprices for bus tickets to Columbus, Ohio. Hefound one, called the agency and reserved his ticket. Now only thingto .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Soulchild/759413/ After30 minutes of talking with colleagues saying goodbye Antwone finallymade his way back into the town to visit the Mini Mart and collecthis wages.Antwoneentered the Mini Mart. The manager Bill is the there as usualstanding behind the cashier desk it’s like he is part of the shop.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Soulchild/759412/ It was8am on a Thursday morning and Antwone wished to sleep longer, thesticky air made it difficult to sleep all the way through. “It'snot possible to sleep more” he thought, there was so much he had todo. He wasexcited yet afraid at the same time. “We only have the p.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Soulchild/759411/ Helooked at the bookshelf in order to let the book choose him. “Peopleoften think that they choose a book, but in reality books chooseyou.”“Whenour thoughts are scattered the universe always shows us which theright way is.” It made him think “Why he bought t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Soulchild/759409/ He arrivedto his home, it was still light outside, and he could hear the birdssinging still. He unlocked the door, closed it and then hung his keyson his key rack. He didn’tcare about locking the door like most people. He believed that youwere not locking people out, you were.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Soulchild/759408/ Antwonethoughts were pouring in more and more but these thoughts were goodthey were positive and shown him one thing he was more alive than hehad ever known. “Mystruggles destroyed my confidence the devil was winning the warwithin in me for my soul, but now I have taken it ba.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Soulchild/759406/ Againthoughts came flooding in. He beganto think of the things that he struggled with, the successes and thefailures. He thought about school and how he found things difficultas his mother was getting sick and he didn't have anyone that heconfined in when things got real hard, when he .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Soulchild/759405/ After themeeting with young Jalen, this had opened up old wounds as if beingcut with a blunt knife. He continued his walk to work, his mind wasin overdrive, and thoughts began to weigh him down. Caused him tothink about the dreams that he had not perused. Places he had notvisited, people w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Soulchild/759403/ “Excuseme sir!! Excuse me sir!! Can you give me my ball please? “ The manstops and starts to look around he then sees the young boys balltrapped just under the chassis of the car next to him. He kneelsdown to pry the ball loose. He gets back to his feet, brushes off thedirt.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Soulchild/759401/ "Tale of a man's struggles to overcome his fears, and how a young boy turned his whole world around in just one day." http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Soulchild/759399/