http://slow.writerscafe.org/silentwriter180 The original writings of author silentwriter180 en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776093381 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The road I travel is rockyWith many stonesThat make me thinkJust where am I going?Why am I traveling?Where do I expect to stop?How do I get there? I don't know, I sayJust keep goingSomeday it will endThe road will smooth outBut will it?How far do I need to go?When does all this stop?Where will .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/silentwriter180/2090278/ A mutual song writer/poet just brought up an interesting thought that is extremely resonating. The fact that he wrote very few songs last year compared to previous years. This year, I only wrote one or two, whereas, the year before, the words poured out. My heart just wasn't in it. Hoping this n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/silentwriter180/2067515/ All he had to doWas take me by the handIt was at that moment I knewThat he would understandHis touch, it showed the careHis eyes, they showed their loveHis hugs, they make me feelA warmth I knew nothing ofHe feels me when I'm sadAlthough I turn to hideHe wraps his arm around me.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/silentwriter180/2067511/ I found this amongst my grandmother's writings. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/silentwriter180/2063083/ Wrote this a few days ago, while sitting here at work. Wishing I could take a break and go enjoy our natures. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/silentwriter180/2062851/ I was in theater in high school, & had recently been raped. This is of the young man who saved me emotionally. I woke up early one morning and suddenly remembered this. He must have been in my dreams http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/silentwriter180/2062806/ Sitting on the park benchStaring at the bayCrying out to spiritsThat haunt me everydayWishing they would leave meAt peace to fall asleepInstead they come to poke meAnd grab my soul to keepI tell them that my heart hurtsAnd is crumbling as it fallsBut they just keep on laughingAs their fires burn the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/silentwriter180/2062542/ Growing up in Hawaii, we were surrounded by flowers. My favorite was always the plumeria. We had these growing all over our farm and used them to make leis. Now that I'm here in California, the choices and the scents are different, but just as strong and delightful.One of my younger sisters is a nan.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/silentwriter180/2062395/ I love you a little I love you a lot One will never knowThe one thing In my mindIs how you Make me feelLike a queen On top of the worldLike a princess Wrapped In your armsAs I sit On my benchMy face full of tearsYou come And hold meI tell you of my fearsY.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/silentwriter180/2060889/ My cats always know when I'm not okay. Just the other day, I was sitting on the couch with my pen and pad, trying to write about something that really hurt. The memories were horrific, and I was having a very difficult time with it. I was stuck back in that world again, oblivious to what wa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/silentwriter180/2060746/ The fake smile is in placeThe tears are well hiddenMy eyes show nothingBut my voice struggles with a story to tell http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/silentwriter180/2060697/ When pieces of my heart fall onto the ground,There is no sight to see, nor do I hear a sound,All I know is the feeling of emptiness within….©SW  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/silentwriter180/2060500/