http://slow.writerscafe.org/Kiya The original writings of author Kiya en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776002410 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The scissors were bored,As bored as bored can beAll the other stationeryHad gone to morning tea He thought a wicked thought And smiled a wicked smileHe'd cut up all their homework Laughing all the while! He cut up the rubber's homeworkThe pencil sharpener's tooAnd a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kiya/302457/ For a contest http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kiya/298864/ Another point of veiw on a poem by Kyle. This is in his point of veiw, and his hopes for things to come. Enjoy! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kiya/280133/ Ewww! Can't you just be normal? All that kissing and stuff is just, well, ewwww! The way you hold each other's hands where ever you go just makes me want to puke, and the looks you give each other are equally disgusting. Why do you have to do that? I have friends who are boys and we play in the sand.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kiya/279284/ A poem I wrote after a particularly diabolical paper... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kiya/278491/   The fly does not see it until it is too late. Fluttering painfully, it grows more and more anxious as time goes by, stuck in this web. Frantically trying to piece the strands together, while growing more and more agitated.A large, hideous spider waits at the edge. It approaches the&n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kiya/278005/ This is a true story about a bird I rescued from the jaws of death literally. I added the bird's point of veiw for a change, but my perpective is really how I saw things at the time. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kiya/270310/ Me with people I don't know:) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kiya/269383/ I find myselfBefore the QueenThey ask me to tellOf where I have been Yet I will not shareIn my secret delightThe secret I keptThe secret of Flight I know how to flyWithout help at allJust think of the skyAnd don't ever fall They want me to tellTo them i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kiya/268654/ I dedicate this poem to my grandfather, whom I called Babu, who died in 2006 from leukemia. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kiya/268132/ There's a hole in the wallThat nobody seesIt gapes at meAnd shows me my fearsYet everyone elsePasses it byWithout giving it a second glance I sometimes try to fix the holeThe stupid hole in the wallYet my cement won't stickAnd my bricks fall downBut the hole in the wall-.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kiya/264599/ The story of my cat's life :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kiya/264285/ Where do the stars go during the day? Are they just as bright? Do they get blown out like a candle flame And then re-lit at night? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kiya/263815/