http://slow.writerscafe.org/dressgirlthing The original writings of author krissie en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776047122 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 dedicated to my friend, Runny http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dressgirlthing/331351/ They were all breathingTheir breaths making misty puffs in the airThe celebration of life and a new beginningYears passed.They were all laughingAt jokes, the irony of life, and all the comedyThe grandeur of words and conversationYears passed.They were all livingStruggling, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dressgirlthing/325488/ Playing the songs on repeatLike reading books;I cannot get enough ofI listen through the listAching for more to go onSerenading my life with songEvery lyric is my redemptionEvery tune my lullabyMy heart and soul all in oneI people-watch with music onVisions of pain lingerin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dressgirlthing/323093/ still experimenting. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dressgirlthing/322226/ Itsy-bitsy spiderClimbed up the water spoutA water bomb flew by andWashed the spider outBefore there was a boy whoMade water bombs for funHe made bombs forFriends he did not haveFilled with water, the bombs wereThrown with deep resentmentNo anger, for he believedIt wa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dressgirlthing/320906/ Sinking, swimmingMy thoughts are way too complexFor me to comprehendDreaming, dyingMy friends are helpless andDeeply in distressCatching, callingThe words of advice resoundClearly in my headThinking, touchingThe physical touch is moreImportant than anything elseI am f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dressgirlthing/320905/ It is the last day of school. Watch the girl as she moves through her classroom to the main door, ready to step out and never step back in again. Her hands grip her results, and they were of much satisfaction. Still, the girl looks almost sad as she turned back to look at her teacher.Her teacher.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dressgirlthing/317554/ I could start off by saying that I had an eventful childhood, but that would have been wrong. My childhood might have been eventful for me, but it probably wasn’t even considered interesting to someone else. 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