http://slow.writerscafe.org/swanson1991 The original writings of author Sarah Wlochal en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776050668 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Delicate RosesBlowing softly in the windWhispering a songAs a symbol of loveIn light of a summers day http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/swanson1991/793966/ The wind rushes and ravesLike an ocean waveWhistling a powerful songAs it grows mighty and strong. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/swanson1991/789746/ Love is when two souls come togetherBringing a feeling of delightOverwhelming happinessFlows through the bodiesGrasps the beating heartsLove is passion,Devotion,Patient Pure. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/swanson1991/789369/ Walking through the snowNaked trees and frosted leavesLook like graceful flakes of laceCrisp air, bright blue skiesBring a feeling of romanceAs we kiss with ice cold lips.                                  .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/swanson1991/788880/ In the sun after a rainstormThe glistening grass does shineIn the sun after a rainstormOn a nicely sloped lawnThe smell is divine Like Swiss mountain pineIn the sun after a rainstorm http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/swanson1991/788439/ Twilight beckonsIn the eyes of the nightAs the midnight sunBrings a celestial glow. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/swanson1991/787410/ Planted a seed in the garden of my soul Which grows from the roots into the light of day As my spirit blossoms and I become whole The butterflies in my garden fly and playAs the sun shine's radiantly with delightBringing warmth and color to the live displayBeauty flows grace.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/swanson1991/780552/ When the smiling sun fades awayHold me in darknessCapture my soul.When the smiling sun fades awayTake my heart and make it wholeFrom the broken pieces of the night.When the smiling sun fades awayHold me in darkness. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/swanson1991/779280/ Sunsetradiant, peacefulfading, blushing, stunningbeautiful, romantic, joyous, majesticmesmerizing, relaxing, dazzlinghypnotic, gloriousSunrise http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/swanson1991/771991/ I believe that I will never seeA mountain as beautiful as the sea.A sea whose waves crash onto the sandThat lies on such bountiful land;A sea that holds fish galore.And brings her waters to the shore;A sea that may in winter freezeAs ice brings a cool, chilled breeze;A breeze that fishermen grasp wi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/swanson1991/771268/ Bright and beautifulDancing on the winds of airThey play in the sun http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/swanson1991/769957/ Every time you feel guiltBelieve that God is thereEvery time you feel painBelieve your faith will give you careEvery time you hurtBelieve in God aboveEvery time you feel downBelieve that God will give you loveEvery time you think negativeBelieve in yourselfEvery time you fall downBelieve that you ca.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/swanson1991/769955/ I bought this shiny gunTo wipe my life awayWatching everything fadeAway with the pouring rainI’m so ashamed I hold this gunMy mind is completeI’ll never let you tell me another wayThis horrible God that made meGave me all this painI’m going to throw it all awayHold my head dow.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/swanson1991/769953/ Roses are redViolets are blueMy hearts like chocolateIt's melting for you http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/swanson1991/769858/ Oh, Grandpa my hero of allYou fought in the warNever let a man fall.Everyone to you, they did adoreAlways were braveWanted to before yourself always saveOh, Grandpa how much I loved youEver will you knowHow much you meant.Always ready to goEvery task to performVery much were adorn.Cancer caught youM.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/swanson1991/769856/ The title of “Educator” is much more then the name of your job. The education that you learn throughout your lifetime is the one thing that nobody can steal away from you. Once you learn about a variety of topic’s you can go on to pursue whatever interests you the most, and from t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/swanson1991/769852/ Some people think that Spongebob is a pillar of the community, but what they don't know is that he leads a secret life and is really a bad influence. Not much was known about the childhood of Spongebob except that he was a troublemaker and would play cruel jokes on blacks, homosexuals, and the home.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/swanson1991/769843/ Can you imagineAn ants adventureWandering under a treeTrying to get some shadeThen it rapidly rainsThe wind roars wildly The sky becomes dreary darkThe adventurous ant can't seeTears of rainFall down on the antGood thing he has an umbrellaAs the rain gently goes pitter pat http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/swanson1991/769840/ “Look for an occupation that you like, and you will not need to labor for a single day in your life.” This famous quote said by the Chinese philosopher named Confucius means that you should find a job that you enjoy and then you will never feel like you work because you love what your l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/swanson1991/769832/ Dear Dad, From the time Mom gave birth to us until now into adulthood you always put Brian, Scott, and me down, never supported us, told lies and mentally abused us. As I write this letter, I am sitting at home, the place where you always stomp in and start yelling in my face right away. I would enj.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/swanson1991/769831/ Geoffery Chaucer’s The Canterbury Tales  written in the late fourteenth centuary provides insight to the lifestyle of the Medieval Ages, each tale told by a different pilgrim of different occupations. His “Prologue” gives an insight to the twenty-nine pilgrims that tell their .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/swanson1991/769829/ When the night is darkStars shineI see you in the skyLooking down on me You’re a sparkling starIn a faraway landYou look down on meWhen I'm sound asleep In the morningWhen I wakeThe light shinesIn my window You’re the sunSmiling brightlyKeeping me safe and warmDuring the d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/swanson1991/769821/ Even though I graduatedFrom Dubuque Senior HighMy alma mater will stay with meUntil the day I dieNow that I am moving onI will travel to great heightsI could not have made it this farWithout my favorite teacher touching my heartMy life’s role modelGave me the motivation to pursueAll of my hope.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/swanson1991/769820/ Wisconsin is in the middle of a critical financial crisis. Our transportation aid is being cut drastically, our infrastructure is deteriorating, and the public servants who work for the benefit of all people living in the state are under a vicious attack. Even though the budget repair bill proposed.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/swanson1991/769817/ My bedroom, a significant place to me, gives me free expression of my life. The quotes, pictures, and butterflies on my neon pink and green walls bring not only the past back to life, but also make me think about the future. My bed squeaks like guinea pigs when they get excited. The air that comes .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/swanson1991/769816/ The white rain falls downOnto the surface of earthDrip, drip, drip it goes. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/swanson1991/769815/ I look into your eyesMy knees get weakMy heart beats fastYou take my breath away.The timesWhen you hold me tightI want to be with you all the time,Together for eternityThe hand holding,Cuddling, and drives we takeHave made great memoriesThat are always with meWe stop and stare in each others eyesYou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/swanson1991/769814/ Yes, I smileTo cover up the tearsThat I want to cry out.Yes, I lie To cover up the truthThat I am depressed.Yes, I hide To cover up the cutsThat I dug into my skin.Yes, I haveDone many thingsThat I am not proud of.Yes, I am not perfectSo don’t act likeYou understand me at all. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/swanson1991/769801/ Reaching for a shooting starNothing can hold me backI have my future planned outHolding my head high I’ll stand.Dreaming with everything I’ve gotNo more broken hearts for meI’m moving onProud of who I’ll be.I have my wingsIt’s time to flyWithout any regrets Soaring.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/swanson1991/769578/ In life, you get many shining moments. Many of these are magnificent, although you have one that stands out greater than the others do. This moment makes you exceptionally proud of all the hard work you did to get there. This is your greatest accomplishment. We all have one. A time where you have re.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/swanson1991/769577/ ‘“Never shall I forget those moments which murdered my God, and my soul, and turned my dreams to ashes”’ (Wiesel 34). The Holocaust changed the lives of many around the world. Those Jews who were the lucky survivors, like Elizer Wiesel, have their stories to tell. Wiesel&rsqu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/swanson1991/769574/ Many would call me an expert, and I surely must agree. I may not succeed as any Howard Carter or Zahi Hawass, but studying Egyptology pertaining to the seven step process of mummification happens to act as my niche. With my room filled with books of ancient Egypt, the subject over the years became o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/swanson1991/769572/ I don’t know who this girl is anymoreAs she peeks out from behind the door.She is an unloved soulWaiting to be revealed.She’s soaked in tearsFrom all the yearsWhen nobody caredAnd she wasn’t good enough.The world to her is hellAll she feels is painWhen she should be happyIt keeps p.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/swanson1991/769571/ In life, unexpected things happen. Sometimes they are good things, but many times, they are the most horrible things that take people longer to recover from, like death. When an unexpected death happens, nobody seems ready for it. Shockingly, it takes you more time to absorb what happened, unlike wh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/swanson1991/769569/ There’s a story in her eyesAs she cries her sorrows out tonightFighting a war against herselfThe pain she tries to hide.The world couldn’t care lessShe’s lonely and in painWhen nobody else is homeShe cuts her wrists in shame.Her covered up eyesHold a truth to be revealedShe wants t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/swanson1991/769567/ When we said goodbyeI started to cryI felt like no oneCould hear me.My heart is emptyHurting deep insideA tear rolls down my faceThe pain I try to hide. Then I hear a voiceSo soft and sweetI know you’re here with meI will be strong, your pain is gone. You may be far awayIn spiri.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/swanson1991/769566/ ‘“I have a dream,”’ was a phrase heard by more than 200,000 Americans on August 28, 1963. Since then, Martin Luther King Jr’s “I have a dream,” has resonated through millions of minds and thoughts in the world. For being a “Free Nation,” as we d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/swanson1991/769563/ Garden of flowersAll different colors are mixedTogether as one. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/swanson1991/769560/ "Do you not know that in a race the runners all compete, but only one receives the prize? Run in such a way that you may win it. Athletes exercise self-control in all things; they do it to receive a perishable wreath, but we an imperishable one. So I do not run aimlessly, nor do I box as though bea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/swanson1991/769559/ I’m barely hanging onFighting to be strongGoing to erase the black and whitePainting colors in the sky.I’m a butterfly Coming out into the lightI woke up with hopeReady to fly.Nothing can hold me back Even the string to which I was attachedI’m going to break awayIt’.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/swanson1991/769557/ “The day which we fear as our last is but the birthday of eternity.” I’ve had a lot of experience with death starting when I was 5 years old. I’ve had 3 special neighbors, 1 special teacher and 4 special relatives pass away. I am going to tell you about one special man that .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/swanson1991/769554/ I knew I wanted to become a teacher at a very young age. When I was younger I attended a public school. Learning at any subject was difficult for me because many of my teachers never paid attention to how each individual student learned. This process followed me throughout my middle school years. Ma.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/swanson1991/769553/ I can't rememberWhat's your name?Are you my family, a friend?No, to me you're a stranger I'm confusedWith everythingAlzheimer’s is takingOver my brain mentally What's going on?I forgotEvery part of whatWe were talking about Why are we here?I want to go homeAt Luther ManorI feel .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/swanson1991/769546/ Deep in the heart of Dixie,Lies a piece of landWhere cotton, corn, and soybeansGrow in the deep, dark soil A place where great plantations Flourished and people livedAt a much slower pace It gave birth to the Confederacy, but itis also the place where Civil Right were won...Both left .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/swanson1991/769540/ In the backwoods of Hardin County, Kentucky on February 12, 1809 in a crude log cabin, a little baby boy was born named Abraham Lincoln. Starting himself in such humble surroundings he would become famously known as the sixteenth president of the United States of America. Little could his pare.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/swanson1991/769539/ I was sad and I did cry When my soul got locked inside You couldn’t see my beautiful eyes The key to the door got thrown asideThe beauty within my features Got turned to cold, hard stone The sparking jewels that did not show Were hidden and did not glow Then .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/swanson1991/769509/ She cries her sorrows out at nightThinking nothing will be alrightBut she holds on tight enoughHoping to break into the lightIt never seems to be enoughBecause all she has in her lifeIs her heart, soulAnd herselfTears of blood Roll down her faceAs she’s beaten and bruisedUntil the endShe .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/swanson1991/769397/ I bleed out the painI cannot stop nowPutting this blade to my skinIs an addictionI get high off my bloodMy life is nothing more Then these marksI put on myselfCrying tears at nightKnowing what the next day will bringUntil my whole bodyIs covered from head to toeLet me die bleedingThe world does.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/swanson1991/769393/ A displaced little girlIn a darkened worldWishes she could flyIn silent tearsShe cries with fearLooking up to the skyNobody understands herNever willAlways wondering whyTraveling onThis narrow worldLetting out a sorrowful sighHer  broken heartIs giving upNow she says goodbyeNobody will knowThat.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/swanson1991/769392/ There are times when sadness flies in Just like a thundercloud in a blue skyWe make bad decisions, lives’ full of sinAll we want to do is cryAlthough we cannot see behind the cornerFor what is to comeInside still is the mournerUnaware of what will be the sumThe one who cries outRealizes a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/swanson1991/768698/