http://slow.writerscafe.org/CharlieCC The original writings of author Charlie en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775964355 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 You and I, we are The children of the sea She nurtures us softly With the water of life.You and I, we are The children of the earth He feeds us stoically With the fruit of knowledge.You and I, we are The children of the sky It placed us here by hand And made us what we are. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CharlieCC/2164007/ I am like my phone I can only compute so much before I grow tired And need to recharge.I am no more like a child,For I worry, regret, and fear All that joyful bliss Is now Adulterated.I am like a raisin I've lost my ego, my self And in losing it, I leave behind A shell. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CharlieCC/2163999/ The Void calls my name, like an old friend, asking how life has been. "I haven't seen you in a while," it says. "You're not growing out of your depression on me now, are you?"I dare not look at it, let alone answer. I'm too afraid to turn back."You were so much more fun when you were worse off," it .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CharlieCC/2163855/ Einstein would tell youTime is a line,In but one directionIs movement defined.The world goes on,And cannot rewind,The future ahead,The past, behind.I'm here to tell you:Be not so blind,For I see past and futureNot just in my mind. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CharlieCC/2163817/ Take your shoes off,Let your feet breathe,You've been standing all day.Rub your eyes,Catch your breath,Let your mind wander away.You're just a kid,With hopes and dreams,Yet at your job you stay.You've now grown old,You've lost your soul,And soon you will decay. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CharlieCC/2163762/ This is the first in a miniseries of short stories about The One, a little black dot, and The Other, a little white dot. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CharlieCC/2163756/ So filled with expressionsOf delusion and hate,These you carry with you,These, they are your weight.To return to the stateIn which you once were,That Choice, that Decision,to you I defer.To be like a childIn a world so mature,Not fear nor derisionShall you ever endure. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CharlieCC/2163755/ It is with words I do it now With art, someMusic, others.  It is the bridge between us That which bonds That which molds.  It is a one-way road To and from, All the same.  It's all there is, It's in the colour, It's brought about  By an Other. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CharlieCC/2163754/