http://slow.writerscafe.org/pw3 The original writings of author phoebe wells en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775985446 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 there is a silence in this world for the lovers and poets, our love is unique and beautiful. often abused for the beauty of it and abandoned when use runs dry http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pw3/2941418/ to live with a voice that is not your own, a lonely existence http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pw3/2938038/ I roll over and glaze my crusty hand over the thin placid surface of my phone Picking it up I let my watery eyes wander over a blizzard of notifications Seratonin fills my empty adrenals as I see their name emblazed upon it Somehow it is brighter than all the rest I sigh and drop the weighte.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pw3/2938036/ abandonment of self http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pw3/2937977/ They tell me pain is like cold water, crisp short, Often sweet It always has an end They didn’t meet you did they They didn’t live beside it Breathe it Feel it Experience a whole lifetime with it It feels short sometimes Yet Than Why Again And again, and again.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pw3/2937938/ innocent acts are not always how one perceives them to be http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pw3/2937932/