http://slow.writerscafe.org/greatsilentdeath The original writings of author greatsilentdeath en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776042370 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15  I wish I was a cloud Drifting wherever I go North, SouthIf I cry the world would know I was sadThe world would come to comfort me I would hold the lives of many things in my wispy handsJust floating on the winds of time The world would be like a golden sunrise to me Always se.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/greatsilentdeath/257919/  Boredom is A vast expanse of whitenessThat is always cold and never warmIt sounds like crickets in a forest of treesIt tastes like a gallon of ice cold water It smells like … nothingIt is smooth and hardIt moves like a turtleBoredom is loneliness Even when surrounded.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/greatsilentdeath/257918/  BUNNIES JUMPTO AND FROBUNNIES SOFT, CUDDLY AND FUZZYBUNNIES WHITE AND BROWNBUNNIES SMALLBUNNIES BIGTHE LIGHTNING STRIKESHAY LOOK A FLAMING FUZZ BALLI WONDER WHAT IT WAS?? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/greatsilentdeath/257917/  The world flows all around me In my heart I remember the past A past where two towers streamed above And were a government building held wholeWhere people lived a so-called peaceful life  Until that day A day to remember never to forget A day where many people .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/greatsilentdeath/257916/  Anime Is my lifeIt pours from my soul Like a river of animationTo surround me in eternal blissNever will it end to me For I am just discovering itJust as a newborn babe Explores the world we live in Anime is my gateway To many other worldsTo a world were dragons .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/greatsilentdeath/257914/  THAT WHICH IS THEIRTHAT WHICH IS MISSING WE ARE WAT WE ARE YET WE ARE ALL THAT THERE IS WHEN WE GO SOMETHING IS ALL WAYS COMINGTHE COMING AND THE GOING NEVER MEET, EACH TO TAKE THE OTHERS PLACE TO GO, TO COME TO WALK TO RUNWE GO TO KEEP THINGS MOVING http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/greatsilentdeath/257912/  There is a world that only I can seeWhere the roses are violet and the grass is green The sky is blue but nothing is ever as it seems Though one side is bright There is a darker side to And in this darker side I see The roses are black and the sky is cryingThe grass is ble.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/greatsilentdeath/257908/