http://slow.writerscafe.org/Buniheart The original writings of author Buniheart en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776006514 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Yesterday,I think I felt time.He stood still,as he stretched each tireless breathe,into unfamiliar sensations.All senses now heighten,your touch pulsating,with warmth beneath my bare skin.I closed my eyes,desperately clinging to the air,surrounding your being,as I waited .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Buniheart/2041361/ I’m fumbling endlessly,desperately trying to,hide my loneliness from you.I’m failing, yes falling,at the privilege of being,so close to you.I'm so jealous,of even the slightest touch of your fingertips on,anything else but me.I've been shot down,Free-falling int.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Buniheart/2041360/ I'd like to think that,you loved me.i'd like to think that, you missed me.i'd like to think that,you'd kiss me.i'd like to think that, you'd be with me.i'd like to think that,there was you and me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Buniheart/1791723/ I told you i loved you..And it hurt. You told me you once loved..but it cut.I told you i was falling..please catch me.You told me you can't,because you've never fallen. I told you to be mine, and you took it away. You told me it felt right, but didnt mean it was that. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Buniheart/1648847/ If words, those curved black strokes, would carry the words heart-felt. From across the ocean i wanted you to know.If the wind,that clear gust of love-filled air, would carry my thoughts to you. From across the ocean i wanted you to know.If the moon, that shown brightly.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Buniheart/1326892/ Ambience, bathe she the babe called Pain. In absence of visible purity, clothe she in evil darkness. T'was the darkness that light penetrated not, nor celestial beings burrow infinitely through that they left her to be.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Buniheart/1172735/ Take me away,To distant lands,or oceans wide,Take me.Take me away,To forests deserted,or mountains peak,Take me.Take me away,yonder not nearer,to the bottomless blue,or skies ever lucent.Take me.Take me away,from all these,so I may dream againDreaming of you. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Buniheart/1147180/ First love gone wrong? Read to find out.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Buniheart/1122745/ There's without... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Buniheart/1117200/ In the space of nowhere, eyes meet in search of. Calm seeping aimlessly in the frenzy of confusion, to the pool of our hearts. Never meant we, to meet and fall desperately away.Silent Sun, frozen in the winter solstice of the 7th day of our first meeting. Eyes preying throug.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Buniheart/1044347/ Original SinIt could have been,agreed upon to disagree.And yet,There was contrast in the blend,of good from bad.A love,that knew no hate,Emerged from the beginningof an end.Where good fell for bad,And light filled the sparse of dark.Completing the nights of days,simply to give and not&nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Buniheart/1044323/ Words… Words words words,In vast emptiness.Incomprehensive to,‘motions of my heart. Tainted views,Stain clarity’s thought-provoking,illustrations,from within the sublevel conscious. A near-fatal lure of,Soul to sou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Buniheart/996539/ In the essence,Of time well spent,Emotions race.From across the spectrumAn array of colours,Contrast , then blend.Behind the words,are laughter-mingled tears,ever peachy and black.Yet there’s warmth surrounding,Heart-felt feelings,And Crystalline tho.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Buniheart/982887/ Sightless beings, in the darkest search of the nebula found souls not close to that babe called Pain. A pursuit as such gave nights-sleepless to residents shy of the starry way. It was in the gloomiest moment of the ambient search did mother partition her shade, all in all, unleashing the hurt from.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Buniheart/965976/ Drawn intoto the ambience.A sweet escape.Closed away,from what's not heard,but seen.Silence,once golden,has lost its touch.From hushed tears of, The infinite search.Those hungry evil-eyers,killed preys stone-harden,who lost  lives precious for,The Child called Pain. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Buniheart/965974/   Held me him, in the loose skin of his arms, whilst sitting in his grande chaise. I could feel his warmth radiating softly against my skin, mingled with the scent of cinnamon; bitter-sweet. I loved him unconditionally, and whole-heartedly i gave him my all. He was after-all, my grandpapa... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Buniheart/965936/ Feelings of a first crush. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Buniheart/962623/ You are most dear,Hold to, strongly.Love you, completely. But, to meNothing but hatred,Though I be your lastLiving bloodline.To you, nothing moreThan ______ child,But to me, you’remy Grandpapa.And as child,Unknowingly, i love you,Unconditionally .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Buniheart/958748/ Between her thighs, deeply in pain, on the streets of nowhere with empathy-filled strangers and her mother, my grandmother. I struggled, pulled, screamed into the sadness surrounding the world i was soon to be a part of. Before i could give it a moment's thought, i was out. Pulling through forceful.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Buniheart/958732/ I was born in pain, and in pain did my mother conceive me. In hatred and despise from others did she meet my father, but love conquers all.  Out of the emptiness of my mothers womb, i was formed and in great pain she screamed out, "the water is broken, the water is broken".  But there was.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Buniheart/958696/ I always come back to the place where i took my first breath. In my mind’seye, its so beautiful, carefree and pure.  I always come back to the place wherei took my first steps. In the corners of my heart, it is engraved.   In everyfiber of my being, it entwines itself - t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Buniheart/958661/ You still have...All of me.The thing that hurts me the most,Is realizing,The most important people,I held dear to as a child..I’ve lost.The thing that tears me the most,Is realizingThat all those memories,I hold ever so closely,Will be completely destroyed...When I set foot in the place,I took.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Buniheart/958659/ Story of someone i know, just begining to write this. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Buniheart/958654/ The thing that tears me the most, Is realizing That all those memories, I hold ever so closely, Will be completely destroyed... When I set foot in the place, I took my first steps. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Buniheart/958640/ Beyond true eyesSometimes I feel  Trapped. In what the world wants and not what I wish. Artificial happiness, And Unseen boundaries far greater, Than the laws of gravity. Are naked to the eyes.  Seeking for what does not truly exist, Al.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Buniheart/958042/ The feeling of sometimes being confused..about love http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Buniheart/957659/ Wash away this time, From the corners of my memories, Seeping into the resonance of my soul http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Buniheart/955882/ Fall out of heart :P http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Buniheart/955840/ A bittersweet love poem! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Buniheart/955818/ “Somewhere over the rainbow, way up high,are the dreams that you dreamed of once in a lullaby.” There were manycrazy things I did as a child, but this was by far the craziest.  I was seven years old; my brothers were twelveand my cousin eight. We were naive kids going about ex.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Buniheart/944487/ Love in unusual placesI didn’t expect anything,Then out of blue You appeared.Like a sweet dream, I didn’t want to wake up from.Trying to make this last Stretching the minutes, That where stolen by hours,Bringing life to endless, breathless days...&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Buniheart/944270/ Breathe life My heart flows like a river when ihear that sound - its free and pure.The melody beats in tune with myheartbeat, and i'm puzzled " some say lost.The calm sincerity it carriesremoves all fear and sadness.Then it stops, remaining still for along time " alm.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Buniheart/943850/ In every waking second, And every ticking minute, With every stolen hour.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Buniheart/943489/ Home is were the river flows, Humming through the willows. Home is milkweed in your hair, With hemlock moss your pillows. Home, if only you could know, is the place I see you – it’s in your heart... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Buniheart/943483/ Click One. What a wonderful world Micheal Buble cover Click Two. First Love by Utada Hikaru Click Three. The Remedy by Jason Mraz Click Four. Fireworks by Katy Perry http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Buniheart/943471/