Hanakuso | WritersCafe.org http://slow.writerscafe.org/t0kiio The original writings of author Hanakuso en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776042724 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 On Letters. Simply put. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/t0kiio/1271286/ On Simplicity. He asked me what I liked. I replied. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/t0kiio/1271139/ On Trust Falls.      November 22, 2013     10:52 A.M.          Remember when we used to do those trust falls in third grade? I do. Everyone else was doing it, so we thought it would be fun to try it out for ourselves. Complete, utter morons, that's what we.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/t0kiio/1270629/ On Sleep. Forever night-crawler. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/t0kiio/1270353/ On Smoking. I've smoked on and off for years, but it's not for me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/t0kiio/1270351/ Flight to the Stars Someday, we'll burn even the sun. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/t0kiio/1270338/ Forget and Hide. I'm counting to a hundred - run. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/t0kiio/1270285/ The Incognito Files of Hanakuso My private thoughts and musings. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/t0kiio/1270268/ The Proper Art of Living My feelings are more than words. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/t0kiio/1195222/ Tell Me Something I Do Not Know An adieu to the sea who held my hand. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/t0kiio/1166354/ A Note to Self Just because you know what I feel, doesn't mean you know how I feel. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/t0kiio/1067968/ Demonophobia Nobody's here, but life is full of ghosts who never existed. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/t0kiio/1067405/ Clocked Seconds You are my time. I am the time-keeper. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/t0kiio/1067349/ Addiction at 27 Percent Personal thoughts on the cyberspace world. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/t0kiio/1067335/ Parallel Raindrops The story I was looking for, began with your words. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/t0kiio/1066799/ You Don't Know Me At the end of the day, it's not your name I write in my diary. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/t0kiio/1066781/ And There was None Resentments are climbing, jealousy is threatening to topple me over. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/t0kiio/1065825/ Filth in the Beauty The reverse side of beauty, dyed by beloved filth. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/t0kiio/1065228/ Helvetican Ouroboros 20 years old and still forever alone. If ever I have the courage to have a one-night stand, this is a letter I shall be leaving on his pillow - a letter to apologize and to remember me by. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/t0kiio/1065202/ 45 Minutes in a Shell Inspired by my patient from the Psychiatric Ward during our stint in the Mental Health Unit. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/t0kiio/1064841/ I Had the Words I love words so much. They should be respected. I might be a lexophile with my obsession with them. Truth is, I'm not very well-versed with words myself, but I am fascinated with them. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/t0kiio/1064823/ Another Bad Day It all starts when sadness and happiness does. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/t0kiio/1064740/ Let Me Write One of my early poems in college. I apologize if everything's a mess, but I was so stressed at this point in my life that it became sort of a slogan for me to carry on. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/t0kiio/1064728/