http://slow.writerscafe.org/Strongiris43 The original writings of author GardenofIris en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776383726 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 "Stop! Stop! Stop!"I hear myself pounding the glassCan they hear me I think to myselfbeginning to pound harderMy throat begins to crackrippling before releasing allthe words I never said fall through"I LhOaVtEe You" the variety of each echoSwallowing who I was wholeIn the words uns.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Strongiris43/2952491/ Opening your eyes as the new day awakensThere as the colors of the rising sunOranges, yellow, and reds giving wayto the blue that soon opens the skyAcross the wind comes rolling cloudsSome darkened shuffling as the skies Growing darker as droplets aflame your earsvibrating you run fastertravel .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Strongiris43/2886477/ Wanted to maybe do a fantasy series thing with candy. Leave your thoughts, it could be a pretty wonderful journey. Oh, and what flavors come to your mind? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Strongiris43/2879934/ Tired, broken in my mindThe Raver knocks on the doorKnock knock knock breakLiving waking is a nightmareBroken, tired in my mindThe Raver knocks on the doorBang bang headphones inDead minds dream http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Strongiris43/2879582/ Peaceful sentriesGuarding broken doorsEyes Trained in wrong directionsSmiles upside downAs their lies continueTo give honey lifeThey hide the ropeAround their necks http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Strongiris43/2837266/ I am a tree...Oh, nothing special am I, but my trunks do sore though...As I wait for the people to gather, growing as I wait...Arriving, as they always do...Over my trunks the go with their necklaces...I always choke as the show begins....For my trunks carry much weight...But they have never forgott.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Strongiris43/2833516/ Passion of war, burningourskin with every stepPassionof war, burningmemoriesfor sleepless nightsPassionof war, burningbridgesof those we lovePassionof war, burningourselvesto ashes http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Strongiris43/2767583/           in memories they are, Screaming              at a loss for words, we are Silent   in ourhead we are falling, screaming      through our nightmares, we are silent      &nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Strongiris43/2764031/ You are an ocean,beautifulin the bright sunbutslowly fading awayYouare a lake,livelyfor the huntbutslowly fading awayYouare a river,playfuland invitingbutslowly fading awayYou apuddle,memoriesof all you’ve seenbutslowly fading awa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Strongiris43/2763967/ Tonight I walk as a chosenone. The test awaits me, to become one with the moon. I accept myrole, My grandmother wept. Her last husband was chosen before me andpassed, passing means watching over as the chief. My familywill protect the village for another five years. TonightI l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Strongiris43/2762691/ Pulsing, with the lights out all you hear is their breath. Pulsing,you feel your blood hold Pulsing,your eyes wander at every false whisperPulsing,you stop moving and listen Pulsing,every sound grows louder, moving closerPulsing,your chest suddenly feels wet Pulsing,you fa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Strongiris43/2762556/