http://slow.writerscafe.org/Monterord The original writings of author Monterord en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776264836 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The little self doubt plants like a seed in your brain;Mass producing and spreadingLike a disease or a fast food franchise-its comforting but in the endIts not good for you.In the end.In the end, what if were not good enough?We might as well enjoy it here.We'll be here a while. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Monterord/901321/ So im guessin these questions need adressin huh?Im destined to make a mess of em'Im yellin ou the balconyHow come shes not in counseling?Get out your seat get out your set verses written with scalples.Im courage cowardley. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Monterord/901195/ Palms sweaty, the silent murmur of the crowd.Everything shudders. I dont blackout, i can do this.Like a robot, elbows locked.I grab the stand, the mike itself feels like too much.I breathe once more.And let the smooth song flow from my lips. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Monterord/901192/ The cold wind blows,The days go by,Winter is gone.So am i.Untill the spring turns to summer,I will be back once more. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Monterord/901188/