http://slow.writerscafe.org/Glenniffer The original writings of author Glenn en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776115418 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I wish it was autumn already. I hate summer http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Glenniffer/2893530/ Ribbit http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Glenniffer/2893529/ Every day's morning routine http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Glenniffer/2893528/ A universal experience http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Glenniffer/2893527/ Falling,Falling,Down into the deep.Sinking,Sinking,Sinking to sleepTrying,Trying,Trying to not weep,But it happens anyways.Faster,Faster,Faster I go.Feeling the darkness creep.It is not a gradual fall.The descent is quite steep,and the light is but a dim glow."Help,Help,Help"I think.Calling out to a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Glenniffer/2864559/ Falling into blackCan't find a way out of itWelcome, my new homeやみに落ち出口わからずイラッシャイ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Glenniffer/2853479/ Ordinary frogLiving in the mossy pondCroaking his old songそのカエルたいじょうな池鳴き声wo http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Glenniffer/2853467/ The rhythm of the songBeating in the people's heartsPlaying foreverそのリズム心の奥に止まらない http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Glenniffer/2853466/ キラキラ目心ぞう止まり恋に落ちYour sparkling eyesThey make my heart stop beatingI'm falling in love http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Glenniffer/2853399/ The ancient buildingStanding proud for many yearsStill the same as then古来の館作った時からそのままで http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Glenniffer/2853043/ Air ConditionerThe lifeblood of the summerSaves us from the heatコノエアコン夏で必要助かれる http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Glenniffer/2853042/ The stifling roomStudents checked out alreadySummer classes startむっとな部屋せいとが嫌だ夏授業 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Glenniffer/2853041/ What is there to fear when you are in the light? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Glenniffer/2852360/ My students won't stop wearing masks and I want to see their faces. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Glenniffer/2851387/ The castle in the skyflies up so highabove the clouds near space.I look up to seethe place so free,but this yearning brings naught but pain.It seems so different to down here,where all is so queer. You can't show your true face.But as time goes onand the days grow longyou find your own pace.Aga.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Glenniffer/2845388/ The noise buzzes around.A care can't be found.In my own worldThese thoughts unfurled.In my isolation, This desperation,Just wanting someone to care.Wanting someone to help with this burden I bear.The noise carries on...Surrounded on all sidesHearing nothing but chides,Remarks sounding all snide.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Glenniffer/2835822/ Was feeling bored during class, so I wrote this. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Glenniffer/2834146/ The trees are now greenBlooming all around the worldBirds chirping their song http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Glenniffer/2820074/ Sitting at the deskThe sounds of the keyboardThe game has begun http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Glenniffer/2820071/ The sun beating downHumidity all aroundSummer is now here http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Glenniffer/2820068/ About my experience at Matsue Castle http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Glenniffer/2819310/ My dear old friend sleeps.He has everything I need.Refrigerator.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Glenniffer/2819308/ As I sit in the back passing the day,I think of the shack where I used to play.It's all worn down and looks antique.One could say even unique.But back in my youth we played and we laughed.We'd chase and we'd run and have such a gaff.That was then and this is now.I look at the shack and wonder how..... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Glenniffer/2769985/ What could have been, A thought often had.It is a phrase about thenThat often makes one sad.Regret.What could I have done different,A thought often had. A phrase about decisions madeWhich could have been bad.No one knows the answer or how it would have playedIf something else had.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Glenniffer/2146035/ What's it like to die?Will I no longer see?Will people cry when I am no longer me?Will how I die matter in the grand scale of things?I hope I don't splatter or I hope it doesn't sting.If I could choose I'd go in my sleep if I can,But we all know that life doesn't go as we plan.Death is.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Glenniffer/2146034/ As I see you standing there staring at meI don't feel shackled, almost free.For the first time in a while my mind is clear. I had forgotten how it felt to be held dear.All I can say is thank you so much, but I shall not act on this hunch.To ruin what we have would be a grave mistake. What .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Glenniffer/2146033/ The pain the pain. Make it go away.I dont want to feel it another day.It hurts too much, too much to bear.All I want is someone to care. But nobody cares, nodoby seeswhat their actions do to someone like me.I take it and take it until I cant anymore.I end up closing that final door.W.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Glenniffer/2146032/ On the rollercoaster of life there are no breaks.It waits for you to break down while seeing how much it takes.Its got its ups and downs with the occasional corkscrew.The straight paths are very few.How much does it take to make you scream?Or perhaps weak is what you don't want to seem?N.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Glenniffer/2146031/ Your eyes, your face, your hair, your smile.I just want to stare at it for a while.When it comes to you, I just dont know what to say.I begin to speak and hope it comes out okay.Your laughter makes everything so bright.It gives me a feeling I just can't fight.I never told you, but I'm su.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Glenniffer/2146030/ As I walk along the beach with the waves at my feetI think of all the people I have yet to meet,All the sights and places I have seen.How could life be so mean.There is another person with me on this lonesome shore.They are just an acquaintance and nothing more.As we walk together the on.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Glenniffer/2146029/ Another day passes, another day's gone and nobody knows what I have done1+1+1 is 3That is how many have been killed by meChopped up the bodies and threw them in the river.The sight alone sent quite a shiverAnother day passes, another day's gone and nobody knows what I have doneIt wasn't .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Glenniffer/2146028/