http://slow.writerscafe.org/moonlights13th The original writings of author Ryoko Niwa en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775312705 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 To earth day... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/moonlights13th/403105/ Pain... It's something that we all have to deal with. It hurts, it stings, it makes us cry. Locking up our feelings only make it worse. Despite all we try, pain conjures up what ever it can to slow us down or bring us to a stop. We create it. we destroy it with happy thoughts. But, some times h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/moonlights13th/382890/ its not really a story....its like a questionable hort story. of what we(humans) think about what "rain" represet. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/moonlights13th/379056/ I wrote this for a friend on Valentines Day. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/moonlights13th/378680/ I am inking darkness, enveloped  by fears of warm light.I am col tears that trickle from the face of smokey clouds, flying up and down upon the ocean-night sky.I am forever warm-loved , caress by stars of the icy night.I am a bleeding song, forever waiting,waiting  for a chord to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/moonlights13th/370338/ I thought how painful we all have to deal with life and time and this is what I got from that thaught. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/moonlights13th/369773/  As midnight weeps,Midday creeps onto the earth,She fears,The pain and cures,He does not care. Midday sits there,In spite of her tears,He smirks,His quirky smile,The pity clings here. Days pass by,Lightly taking in all that is right,The heat flies to the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/moonlights13th/367963/ I am surrounded by love ones,Though my heart says no,That I am hush of so,That , of which, no one knows. My soul,Eaten and spitten by those of hollow,A shell and sea below,The darkness divides into blue meadows. Empty I be,As you can see me.  -DH RKK- http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/moonlights13th/325991/ Aoba's eyes  darted back and forth behind her eyelids. Suddenly, she jolted out of bed. Her face was covered in sweat and horror. The same dream that she has had for the past few days had goten worse. She slowwly sat back down on the comforting bed and ran her finger through her uncombed hair... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/moonlights13th/324788/  What have I done to endure such pain and agony?What is it that you hate about me?Why do people look down on me?Why do you people torture me? When can everone love me?When will people notice me?Am I that invisible?How can I get you to notice me, like me, understand me?&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/moonlights13th/324496/