http://slow.writerscafe.org/esoTAYric The original writings of author A.Taylor en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775987342 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Sometimes fear can be so powerful that you feel you are drowning in it. Especially fear of losing someone you love. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/esoTAYric/961645/ the moonlight playsacross the rippling seasand i am rendered speechlessand brought to my kneesthe moon is a beaconto the stars' consoling eyeswhose light softly glistensoff the tears loosed from my criescalm of night can not suppressthis war that's waged in meas i silently prayto whatever gods may b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/esoTAYric/942628/ This is what I've got so far .... after deleting probably 10 different versions and rewriting them. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/esoTAYric/909474/ RileyHunt was a pilot in the Navy until an accident caused her to be medically dischargedand sent back home. She misses the structure and discipline she used to havewhere there was a strict set of rules and regulations for every situation andwishes she could go back. The military lif.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/esoTAYric/909472/ I'm working on writing a book, but I keep starting over. I finally switched to a topic I am very familiar with... The US Navy. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/esoTAYric/909470/ my fingers are hikingon a missionup a mountainto worship itsrigid peakand my tongue is not far behind themanother devoteddiscipleliving off the richesof the valley'sgolden landsand my hands are plottinga course through the plainswhere the earthquivers andquakeserraticallyand they're trailing of.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/esoTAYric/838574/ i make jokesand though i'm laughingthere's an honesty you're not graspingi tried to tell myselfthat we're just friendsbut you know the name of the gameand i lose againi'm love drunkand accident proneso i swig another doubleand attempt to walk homei stumbleand pick myself updust off the hurtand push .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/esoTAYric/834492/ We forget the consequenceswe neglect to think of the eternityof guilty consciencewicked torturesatanic death.The nightmareof deafening painwhere cynical sinnersstruggle to repenta life long gonethat shames them still.No hellacious system so cruelno judgement so sinisteras that crossover into purgato.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/esoTAYric/831557/ I'm pretty sure I'm not ACTUALLY crazy ... but who knows... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/esoTAYric/831554/ what do you thinkwhen you stare into my eyes?I know you see past me,I know you see right through my lies.But what are your thoughtsthat burn deep inside?Do you know what it isI subconsciously hide?or are you searching for the answers?just as I do.If you found them, would you tell me?or keep the secr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/esoTAYric/831551/ Preachers spouting verse children don't want to hearwatching things on the news that's way beyond their yearsliving uncensored lives, growing numb to the fearno education to speak of but the lessons are clearkids run this country. on the streets and in the sandcarrying M-16s in their barely legal ha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/esoTAYric/831545/ I guess this isn't so much of a story as it is a bit of a rambling idea... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/esoTAYric/831539/ I see hate in your eyeseven when you're smiling.I fear your presencebut not because you scare me.You speak in a toneof tyrannic superiorityand I despise youfor everything you are to meand even more for what you are not.A child is supposed to be coddled and lovedbut I was corrected and ignored.You lo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/esoTAYric/831538/ written about an old (obviously failed) relationship http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/esoTAYric/830104/ This was actually written for my wife (yes, I am a woman and I said wife.) when I left on my last deployment. (point of clarification - I am in the US Navy) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/esoTAYric/830101/ writer's block. ick. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/esoTAYric/830098/ Just a little something... I guess I lost the original thought and this is what I got instead. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/esoTAYric/830097/ A poem written when things got a little too overwhelming. Sometimes people want you to be so many different things... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/esoTAYric/830095/