http://slow.writerscafe.org/sihlecebo The original writings of author MAGIC en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776006508 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I need you to hold ma hand... then forever can begin Smiles... this piece is supposed to have more than 3 months here http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sihlecebo/1228355/ I want you back http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sihlecebo/1228352/ Just those too emotional writings you wish you could put to better words coz now that its on paper you dont evem know what it means. #poetic unjustice http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sihlecebo/1213836/ A dying man's wish http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sihlecebo/1209118/ Just something I wrote about this Queen. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sihlecebo/1207832/ So this time don't cut my neckI need you read me insideBefore you judge me sit backWatch me carefully taking that diveThis round i know muchI'll do the twist bend my wristI'll do the crunch throw a punchI shall land the perfect way.I've learned the other dayNow taste my food its .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sihlecebo/1070348/ me was trying to write a simple modern shakespearan piece... what do you think http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sihlecebo/1041822/ an interluded piece by me and my best friend... we had so much to say at the time so the poem might be that long. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sihlecebo/1041813/ when an emotional injury takes place,the body begins a proccessThis is the case, When you start to progressAs natural as the healing of a physical woundLet the proccess happenYou shall feel the heavensTrust that natureIt's better for the futurefor it will capture,All the pain.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sihlecebo/1041384/ I don't know where am headed but this is what I feel when we go http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sihlecebo/1034568/ my second ever written poem.... should be pretty much immature... what you think? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sihlecebo/1033614/ I am a miracleI give lightWhen darkness possesses its spaceI make loveAnd bring a smile upon a faceI am a fallen angelLiving what is set not to existI am a miracleI have the power to beat the beastI am the truthWhen lies stare us blindBe it I am the windWhen whispers cr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sihlecebo/1031921/