http://slow.writerscafe.org/michichi The original writings of author Hviske en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776003154 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I have no keeper, no reason to stayMy soul in need of another place today Your love for me will drive you wildI will be for you everything, but mildDon't try to cage me I belong to no oneMy heart is my own and cannot be won Today I was ready to leave this placeBut my need for fre.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/michichi/1942699/ I want to bare my sad old soul to youI want you to undress the inner workings of my mindI want you to run you fingers through my dreamsAnd kiss the fears that secretly I hideI want you to tightly hold my hopesCaresse the twisted lies inside of meTo breathe new life into my woesTo gra.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/michichi/1702233/ I will write a book about you I will tell you all the ways you've taken up my mindI will tell you all the secrets that I hide insideI will write a book about you The way your eyes touch every inch of my bare skin The way your hands caress the softest part of all my sinsI will write.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/michichi/1701887/ So it hits me fiercely, hardThis abrupt occurrence called loveStupidly my heart I forgot to guardFeelings I never dreamed ofLet me run my fingers across your skinLet me smell the smell of youLet me be as happy as I've ever beenLet my love break throughYou, me, we could lay here .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/michichi/1701475/ You're worried because now you can't sleep at nightIt becomes so strong you've lost your appetiteIt's terrifying how strong and hard you fallSo around your fragile heart you build a wallHe doesn't understand why there is so much distanceYou reply "these words you must listen.""My heart h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/michichi/1698026/ sandwe fell through the crackswe shifted time destroyed empires knawed away at buildingsslithered through dunesgritty and dry yet were so smallfit in the palm of your hand insignificant yet powerful streching out over miles and mileswe populate the seas swallowing quickyet .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/michichi/706790/ My Morning Bird You are my songSkin as soft as feathersEyes as bright as the stars...My Morning BirdMy spring breezeMy summer nightMy autumn twilightMy winter snow...My Morning birdWe sleep in your nestTangled and Intertwined like twigsWe sleep in perfect warmth...You.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/michichi/603542/ A heart thats freeI have no keeper no reason to stayI sleep where I like---you dont know meyou never willim here todaygone tommorow---ill drive you wildwe'll make love under mango treeswe'll kiss under the silver moonyou'll be scared to lose me---but today when i was pa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/michichi/603541/ I thought for most It was just like mewalking through the streetsjust me alone the wind blows through meim transparent nowIm invisible even in the middle of this busy street the honk of a car hornthe screetch of car tiresthe scream of someone who di.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/michichi/603523/ JUNKYARDIN A JUNKYARD OF DREAMSLIES WASTEDABUSED BUT CHERISHEDOLD BUT YOUNGOUR LOVEA FALL FROM HEAVENWITH ITS WHITE FEATHERSSCATTEREDTHROUGH THE DIRTY STREETSFLOATING ON THE SURFACE OF PUDDLESALONG WITH OLD CIGARETTE BUTTSAS SAD AS THE FACE OF THATANGELWINGS TORN ON ITS W.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/michichi/413003/ This poem is dedicated to one of my best friends and an old part of my life. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/michichi/388255/ YOU LEAN  AGAINST A BRICK WALLIN OUR SECRET GARDENYOU PULL ME TOWARDS YOUR BODYA BEAUTIFUL SILENCEI CAN HEAR THE SOUND OF CRICKETS CHIRPINGAND THE SCENT OF A SWEET FLOWER I CANT NAMEAND SLOWLY I LEAN CLOSER TO YOU ::STARS GLISSTENING: WE STARE AT EACH OTHER FO.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/michichi/287371/ IM TIRED OF BEING TOLD WHAT I AMIM TIRED OF BEING WHAT IM NOTIM TIRED OF BEING CRITIZIED BY HYPOCRITSIM TIRED OF FIGHTING IM TIRED OF YELLINGIM TIRED OF CRYINGIM TIRED OF HURTING I WISH I COULD TAKE ALL THE PAIN AWAY AND TODAY FOR SOME ODD REASONI FELT LIKE DYI.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/michichi/280477/    Its Easter Sunday. Jeez! My morning started when I got a text message from Danilo.I looked at my phone in that dazed, confused sleepy haze you usually have a 6 in the morning.The txt message read:“Hey sleepy”“Hey” I replied“Wanna call m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/michichi/280023/ NEVER FOUND SILENCENEVER FOUND PEACEA VIBRATIONTHERES LIKE THIS BUZZLIKE ELECRTICITY ITS LOUD AND I CANT ESCAPE ITIM LIKE A CHILD TRAPPED INSIDE A BURNING HOUSEALL I CAN DO IS SIT AND WATCH AND CRY AS THE FLAMESCONSUME MY SUROUNDDINGS I WANT SOME SILENCEI NEED .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/michichi/278993/            Last nightLast night was the most perfect nightA beautiful nightJust you and me Our only witness was the silver moonThe world as we know it was melted away with the heat Of our bodiesYou made .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/michichi/265575/ Something like lovelove, a love so deepdeeper then the sea it bindes me makes me desperate when I think about himmy soul escapes mehis eye penetrate deep inside of mereading mediscovering mehe's my keeperim no longer the owner of my own bodymy lips are his my hands are no lon.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/michichi/263877/ its 5:21 ami cant sleep... awake in bed scaredscared  scared of tommorowwhat will i face ....i think about it a world full of ignorance full of arogance  full of hate a world where only sex moneyand powerrule our existence everything .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/michichi/260143/ Its In MeIts Runs through my blood the sound of the rhumba drumthe spicy taste of rumthe smell of tabacothe twinkle of starsthe red the white and the bluea star tatooed on my foreheadthe blackest of coffeeand the taste of melao de caña riding bare back through the fiel.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/michichi/259763/ Cuba Mi Cuba linda theres nothing more beautiful than my Cuba the solitary star of the carribeanshe has suffered many many years her splendorous beautyDeteriorated by the angry hearts of greedy politiciansher heart heavy withthe pain of her peopleshungerhungerne.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/michichi/259748/ Im not supoused to be herenope, no sirim okim finei sit here in this cold roomon my bed everyday i think about himit makes me smilehe was always so very happywhy wouldnt he be he had everythingi breathei dreamim finei was just a little madok so i stabbed him a little.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/michichi/259425/