http://slow.writerscafe.org/SilentAwakenings The original writings of author Siena - Silent Awakenings. en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775996146 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Fragments of me want to go home, but when do i do thathow do you know that For every shade of light there is someone behind the fragments, guiding it towards youwhen i am a stanger to myself where do i go.Home, stone cold, abandoned by the snags of the brambles incased in my heart, restless and know.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilentAwakenings/2785819/ Two people that haven't met, live far away from each-other but long for the other. They don't know each-other exist but know that that someone is out there for them. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilentAwakenings/2487658/ There is a void placed inside the middle of his body, he can feel its absence. How can he fill it? Another man has everything anyone could ever ask for but is so upset. The lord intervenes. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilentAwakenings/2479908/ I am the loving grateful cause, i am the meaning of this bright blue earth, because i am proud of the seasons before me, the gentle murmur of the heartbeats after i am gone. There is so much more, i believe, to this type of way, to the way i stay in love with the universe. The tides that move m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilentAwakenings/2479644/ Theres a home living within your soul, but theres a place within the home breaking apart, and it's breaking your heart to know that sometimes people leave, and sometimes people grieve, it's lonely to think that some of us feel this way at all. But the way that I arrived, it feels like bliss to know .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilentAwakenings/2479643/ There is a fire burning in between the walls of your existence, some would say as a result there is a light burning in your eyes, there is a forest fire somewhere in between the cracks in the floorboards, shining through, and always for you, but for one person theres a place, this time unfamiliar gr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilentAwakenings/2479641/ Someone realises that they can be better, and they start entering that journey. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilentAwakenings/2463950/ Under the tides of this place, we see a reason to be, a force to be reckoned with, a place so far removed that theres a place for us,  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilentAwakenings/2178845/ Where are they really? Did gravity just flip around http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilentAwakenings/2165728/ Around and inbetween this integrity, the triumped and the unloved, there has always been hope for the good favoured, and when touching hearts was an option we fell everytime,only to get back up to expect the fall but this time meaningfully accepting the love in falling,   of your heart, what wa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilentAwakenings/2096298/ This chapter is an introduction to a family, living an extraordinary life but not one you'd wish for http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilentAwakenings/2072537/ Ogustus, Orla, Osburn Oswin Oslwad, Oskar Olexi, Quintynn, Quincey, Xyla, Xena, http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilentAwakenings/2072536/ There are moments within these tides, that shake in their wake, to feel something, under circumstance and ruthless torment, we still see, the beginnings in this, the focused outlook. In life, we give, in death we are rid of the pain, but some still remains, the joy of what it is to see outrides the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilentAwakenings/2072533/ Under the skies, there are storms and they arise, come alive, but don't close your eyes. Beneath this sky there are motions of sound and bellowing echos of the ground,  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilentAwakenings/2071762/ The overlapping mist, the betrayal and the hiss from the tides, sail away never dies. We are the momentum, the movement of the graces, such heavenly places, and you wish and you seek, some one told you never to keep, these storms within your core. Speak up, be more. But the hardened days and the moo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilentAwakenings/2071590/ Love has kept the very sudden, the very brutal part of life... perfectly still. And you know the only thought you could ever think was that you can feel love, you’re not numb to it. You’re the only reason some people have chosen to stay on this earth, they believe in you and love you eff.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilentAwakenings/2071589/ A struggling writer, tries to find inspiration from his inner voice, whom gives him encouragement and a life long lesson http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilentAwakenings/2071587/ I remained the soul within your four walls of love for years, the very exterior presented itself as a departed dance, as a silent chance and I was open to you, to this. We were the desending night, and our love was right, we were the takers of all opportunity that became memory, mighty and g.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilentAwakenings/2071444/ Heavy eyes, over the mountains dark side. Running through the water of life, and under the milkway of triumph of something you’ve displaced. Hazy, lazy eyes becoming clear in its efforts to see, the things before you, the things you need, has its done its deed? A figure, what a sight t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilentAwakenings/2071443/ As we sleep, with eyes closed, we’re touching but its too close.. sometimes we surpress, know our worth and we’re depressed. Seeping into the reversed psychology of it means to be alive, to be here. With eyes as big as the moon you’re kneeling before the figure of light, and .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilentAwakenings/2071442/ We live as we were, silently as the wind breathes, thinking… although these complications touch us we do get through. Demanding solutions to the problematic equations of everyday substance, that we ourselves have made, we lie, to everyone. To feel better, to feel worse. We live inside passion.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilentAwakenings/2071439/ Hours of absence in easy decline, we speak in different tones when alternative images come to mind, emerging into the breathe, see erruption of distraught broken people who cry often yet say little in regards, calming themselves in speech. Coming closer into the worldly dynamics of label, freeing th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilentAwakenings/2071438/ I write to forget the mass of it, the quantities never touch, leave me be. Behind the desk there is a note, look it through, look at you, the mirror is in the hall, the paintings scrawl over the ceilings of gratitude, they are glad you came. But you leave too soon, im trapped in one of those paintin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilentAwakenings/2071437/ There is an invisible force, attracting us whilst subtracting our delusions. Taking upon itself to call and hurt our confusions, and while we wait in the damp of the storm, we stand before the rides of the tides, in our hands that are in our minds. And here we are, just before the calls will be call.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilentAwakenings/2071315/ There are moving emotions captivating the greatest hold on you, and its in all of you darling, in your wake there is this spinning wheel of luck and love and everytime it moves my heart grips tighter to my ribs, like they’re connected in someway. We sing until our lungs do somersaults, under.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilentAwakenings/2071313/ Constantly in the presence of these guardians of youth. Between the colours that we produce, i am standing there, under the roots of your love, inbetween the gutter and the doves.I stand over the power in which we live, the lines and all that we give, there is somewhere we can stay, take it all away.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilentAwakenings/2071307/ Place the last known atom of your traces down, keep it silent like the wind of change and the thud of living keep it low for the moments and disadvantages of our untold forsaken lives. Ideas come of who I am when continuing the wave of energy flowing through. I am alive. More than you could know&hel.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilentAwakenings/2071306/ A short poem http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilentAwakenings/2071305/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilentAwakenings/1195537/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilentAwakenings/1195448/ I open gates when I write, I wait in the quiet, feeling the unheard silences of someone else's lifefor I open gates when I write and nothing alters the worlds within the words they can create.I open feelings, hurt and I open myself, when I writeFor nothing can change as much as I can with the knowin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilentAwakenings/1188961/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilentAwakenings/1188825/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilentAwakenings/1188823/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilentAwakenings/1188822/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilentAwakenings/1188821/ He perches surrounded by certain character, floorboards that were once tapped by the heels of a lover lost. The ceiling brushed by the hats he owns reminding him to always take them off before he enters a room with such low ceilings. He is surrounded by the characters of his life. His.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilentAwakenings/1188820/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilentAwakenings/1188816/ A planet detached from delectable thinking, thinking unknown to the world of hearing as the world sees a box reveal something more, where feelings dry out and no words can recreate these moments.A world where timing seizes to be broken and people go along with the idea over the concept, of bein.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilentAwakenings/1118663/ Motions http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilentAwakenings/1058602/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilentAwakenings/1058601/ Whats this novel about? Ending, do you want people to be left feeling inspired, changed, happy, or hurt? Who are the main characters? Research accidents, teenage breakdowns? Gonna lose her memory? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilentAwakenings/1044598/ A young lover, tied, bound to her wishes. She loves him, she'll never watch him go... truely. But she so needs to... is it time to let go? Shes lost and doesnt know. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilentAwakenings/1044103/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilentAwakenings/1034870/ Running through, ignoring decision... dictating inhibitionfeeling warm when its just too cold, running round.... and leaves will fall, i ignore the soundstiny moments spoken outloud for i was proud of a life not ordered or bound to someones mind.The table took flight and in the night, i wished it ba.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilentAwakenings/1034869/ Escaping, such a rush. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilentAwakenings/1031530/ The carpenters carved a tree,the bookers booked all threeAnd I sat hereThe rivers flowed on through, the evening slowed as you...Sat here, next to meAnd the publishers promoted these words, as my mind flowed onwardsTo uncoordinated dreams, that expected realityBut what should 'I' make? Of a lif.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilentAwakenings/1031390/ The engines continued, out and through.The city's stood still, as the ignitions knew.That all would be different, if one moment hadn't happened, but then again, does any one moment not ever happen? Postponed perhaps... Merely abolished, out ridden and cursed, wrecked and unworthy of somebody's .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilentAwakenings/1031388/ A young girl passing by a town, shes outside a bar by the beach... met a guy. But somethings wrong. She wants to embrace everything while she can in California, but the truth is, shes lost. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilentAwakenings/996210/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilentAwakenings/996199/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilentAwakenings/996196/