http://slow.writerscafe.org/sorrySitsHere The original writings of author Sorry Sits Here en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776000069 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Our eyes meet one last time,As we sigh one final goodbye.Unmistakably trapped- entwinedThrough a stones gaze. Like a mirrors mazeWhen yours reflect mine.Eclipsing each other - redefinedThrough this impenetrable haze.Remembering years,Remembering days.Still wiping the tears - reflectin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sorrySitsHere/867756/ The second poem in a series of 5 I wrote back in 2008. Lost until today. Merry Christmas!!! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sorrySitsHere/845097/ This randomly came to mind. Short and sweet haha. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sorrySitsHere/838704/ She watches with conversant eyes.Seeing -Feeling -Knowing.But she is scared to speak those words. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sorrySitsHere/826344/ I pull these rotted roots.From the ground unfurled.The wind whispers silent secrets.The leaves tell their tales.I dig, and I dig,And I dig some more.Subtle scars blemish the surface.But I've placed my bet.Fingers crossed for pocket aces.Though the leaves tell me "it's already too late",As they decay.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sorrySitsHere/814605/ More unfinished lyrics. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sorrySitsHere/811597/ Newest song I'm writing on my guitar,This is still a work in progress...  Verse 1Can you see the signs,They're everywhere - in everyone's make believe.I don't want to be the one to tear apart your dreams -That we wasted.We're wasting away. Pre-Chorus Silent beauty;It follows me,I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sorrySitsHere/810415/ My stomach cringed in horror.This face bared an all to familiar form.A bleak expression, both hollow and weak.There was a promise of peace in the land of Felicity.Hopes were high, like the dreams of believers. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sorrySitsHere/809488/ A single ethereal thread.Delicate, exquisite -frail.Held in the mothers hand with such grace.Careful, attentive - aware.Sewing with such an elegant precision,such attention to detail,with such magnificent fashionshe weaves and weaves and weaves.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sorrySitsHere/808209/ Daylight says its last goodbye,As shadows reach and grow with pride.Reaching, stretching - far and wide Keeping secrets with dying light.NESS http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sorrySitsHere/808193/ I've waged this war for far too long. Considerably stagnate, I move on,And progress only in a way a fallow pond would move on.Noiseless, patient, calm -Though I still find pieces of my life on the floor from time to time.Hidden, sickened - withdrawnI leave my soul behind for the ride.Developing.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sorrySitsHere/806831/ It follows me.Everywhere I go I see this darkness.I see its face.I feel its gloom.Lurking -it grows and growsas the dayThe day grows old and old.I can't escape this obscurity,this predator,this aphotic beast.It plays tricks on my mind,what lies - within this demon.Why does it resemble me in so many .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sorrySitsHere/806552/ This demon speaks unholy thoughts,it whispers in my ear.The seed, of course, was planted herewith growing hate from pain and loss.When hope grows old it starts to rotdecaying dreams leave rooted fear.Upon my lips are salty tearsof wasted youth and love forgot.So here I lay alone and numb,torn apart .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sorrySitsHere/806089/ a b a b, a b a b, c d e c d eThe birds will fly, forever free;uncaged, untamed through life they soar.But down below there's you and me;with eyes set high, we hope for more.We rise, we climb, we grab, we reach.The birds will fly, forever free;uncaged, untamed through life they soar.But down below th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sorrySitsHere/806085/ Why, oh whymust everyone lie?Is it the need for controlor the will to survive? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sorrySitsHere/805518/ What is this I feel?Is it painIs it fearIs it veinIs it realIt's insaneIt's severe It's derangedIt's concealedBut I won't let it takeWhat I've worked to createA mistakeSet in place By that look on her face.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sorrySitsHere/805515/ Where do we go - we don't know where we've been.    We fight and we struggle - afflictions within.We wine and we whimper - it's simple; we blame.    Pointing our fingers - we linger in vain.Lying and cheating - the backstabbers game.    With morals and karma -.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sorrySitsHere/805448/ What is this I feel?Is it painIs it fearIs it veinIs it realIt's insaneIt's severe It's derangedIt's concealedBut I won't let it takeWhat I've worked to createA mistakeSet in place By that look on her face. What is this I see?Is it warIs it peaceIs it red Is it greenIt's obscene&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sorrySitsHere/805430/ Finding human nature within Mother Nature http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sorrySitsHere/805116/ Finding human nature through Mother Nature http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sorrySitsHere/805108/ Finding human nature within Mother Nature http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sorrySitsHere/805105/ Finding human nature within Mother Nature http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sorrySitsHere/805099/ Finding human nature within Mother Nature http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sorrySitsHere/805097/ A gentle warm breeze -Bewildering beauty blowswaves that laugh and play.Silent is the night..When white has covered the landWhile snowflakes fall mute.As autumn leaves fallI realize one small truth -We are all but leaves.Silly stubborn leaveschange from green, to red, to brown -This change feeds new.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sorrySitsHere/805096/ I am the sun upon your face,I shine, renew, and restore.I am the moon that's found its place,I drift,I fadeno more.I am the calm before the stormI arriveat peace,then leave.I am death and I am fate http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sorrySitsHere/805054/ So much can be said, through silence.Where violent words fan the flames of our world.It spreads like hell-fire and eradicates this frail tundra with haste and vigor.One trigger and our morals topple like dominoes.One-by-one-by-one we fall and cower.The shear power of a single wor.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sorrySitsHere/802287/ They all seem so cynical.Selfishly, callously, calculating every last bit of life.Digging deeper with not a single sign of remorse.Without moral anguish arising from repentance for past misdeeds; bitter regret.Tasteless debts served cold on a table set for twelve.Blood signed letters sever the pangs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sorrySitsHere/799381/ And this subliminal thread has reached a dead end.Caught and warped through times tale it smiles insanity.Where have you been?The time has come to breach the surface and forget.When your touch is my only breath.It's time for me to exhale one last word.And it's over as the wind carries me NorthNever .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sorrySitsHere/799183/ I think we've all been here. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sorrySitsHere/798412/ This was the first poem I ever wrote so go easy on me; I was young. There is nothing like the powerful and utterly painful hold - of a strangled heart. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sorrySitsHere/798381/ We are all the architects of our own demons. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sorrySitsHere/798377/ Lets see if you can figure this one out! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sorrySitsHere/798376/ An Icarus-esque poem. Those of us with so much to offer and to learn, often succumb to the tight clench of greed, which ultimately leads to our demise. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sorrySitsHere/798370/ The game we call life! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sorrySitsHere/798366/ We need to learn to take a step back and appreciate the beauty that is right in front of us. Most of us are either to busy or too ignorant to realize that true happiness has always been right here. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sorrySitsHere/798364/ We all reach crossroads in our life with our friends, family or loved ones. But just because we go our separate ways doesn't mean we've reached the end of our paths. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sorrySitsHere/798361/