http://slow.writerscafe.org/lienqvis The original writings of author LVW en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1779397701 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I thought I laid you to bed long ago.where were you hiding all this time?did you climb in through the windowas you slip through my hands like slime why did you come here todaywhat could you possibly have to sayyou have brought with you nothing but painas your words echo in my brainI thought I w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lienqvis/2906306/ Reason is to loveWhat poison is to the ill Reason is to creativity As kind words are to dead menReason is to compassion As thorns are to flowersReason is to willWhat death is to life For reason if you wantBut pain awaits for those whoreason against themselves. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lienqvis/2905524/ I am everythingI am creative thoughtI am reason and logicI am passion and desireI am kindness and loveI am help and comfortI am...a breath of airI am a beating heartI am muscle and boneI am impulse and actionI am a shifting windI am nothing at all.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lienqvis/2905515/ trusted words of a trusted friendbe careful my soul to bend.long ago my trust to mendonly lies now left to send http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lienqvis/2900286/ there's a spider in my headoops now the spider is deadaround and around in my headbe careful, the spider is dead. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lienqvis/2900285/ I drank a coffee todayEven though mils awayA child lost there mom todayAn innocent woman became preyA man died of hunger on the subwayA 100 days sober lost his wayThe soup kitchen has an empty trayA father died in war far awayA20 car pile up on the highwayAnd many countries yelling.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lienqvis/2899620/ I am a bird locked in a cageall for the sake of a tiny wagemy wings are clipped Ill never leaveIll just sit here and silently grieveI'm watching my life fade I'm never homewhat can I say I feel so aloneMy husband wants me to be happyhe loves me so much he's always chattybut I'm done I just don't hav.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lienqvis/2899541/ You might think me naive when I say that I know youyou would laugh and point and call me a fool.I might not know the specifics of your struggle or what you have been throughbut I know there was nights you sat alone in that stoolcursing at the ceiling and said God where the f**k are you.I know how bi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lienqvis/2899311/ there is a girl I once knewshe was a poor little foolshe would go to church and sit in the pewand after that she would go to schoolshe had no friendsbecause people can be crueland her soul she bendshoping to be cool in disapproval they would staremockingly they would shout.she had no one who se.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lienqvis/2899294/ I find myself lost in thoughtabout the journey that I walkedmany broken nights did I spendpiece by peace my soul to mendand many tears did I crysome nights I thought I would diebut here I am still mebecause who else would I be?and my journey though painfulhere I am still gratefulthough they laugheda.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lienqvis/2899291/ Are you like me? a Nameless, faceless nobody drifting through life. tossed by the waves from side to side. Do you like me? Do you like you? do we have a place in a world so wide? many might come and spit on our names and gnaw on our bones till we are left exposed. what happens then? should we l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lienqvis/2899278/ there is much to find I would thinkwhen you find intertwinedwords of inkwhen your heart is givenand your mind lays baremany may listento your field of carewords of pain and words of joylet it fall like rainfor all to enjoyand some might comewith the intent to destroybut be numbyou are not .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lienqvis/2899264/ What shall I say about life without sounding too depressed?As I join the masses in the orchestra of life. I am handed an instrument toplay; A part, a roll without any guidance. At first, it seems strange, but it'sbold of me to assume that there is any reason in this madness. I look out intot.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lienqvis/2898598/ you called me an angel with wings made of goldthen you shot me down and removed my hole soulyou lied to my face as you let go of your embracei fell to my doom thinking you wanted me toyou smiled and said "forever is you"I wish I knew then all that I know nowMaybe the cards would have been more equal.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lienqvis/2898593/ The forgotten rose has fallenmany nights it has waitedto be seen and heard by those it lovesnow it has wiltedas its pedals has fallen to the groundlove and compassion can no longer carry itas it breathes its final breathdarkness lays in waiting goodbye world I once lovedyou have slipped through.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lienqvis/2898592/ An innocent life filled with graceby a hunters bullet was it grazedwith purpose did it fallbut laid dying not at allbut a sport for human follyas its carcass go's on the trollyjoy was hear trough the woodsnothing now but damaged goodsdid it dream we don't knowwas it good how shall we showis there re.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lienqvis/2898576/ you are the author of your own suffering. you control the narrative of your own life. how many monster did you create just to say that a victim was made? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lienqvis/2898562/