http://slow.writerscafe.org/emiajnas The original writings of author emiaj nas en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776359346 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Today is the 12th of December,In 2012 so you rememberThe day that we stoppedand looked at the clockAnd wished that it lasted forever. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emiajnas/1109049/ I'm here,Can't you see me?My tears,They escape me.You're gone,And i'm left broken.Like your death,My heart is taken.Your're my light,But now you're dimmer,My precious petal,But now you're withered. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emiajnas/1095557/ They're always saying goodbyes.They speak to me like i'm a child,But really i'm very wiseAnd inside my ageing feels mild. Some times i try to speakBut i'm herded back to the silence.They say i'm far to weakBut inside i feel so tense. Whenever i make a sound,The words come out, oh so slow.M.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emiajnas/1095544/ Some people ar cleverSome stay healthyNever catch so much as a fever Eventually become wealthy Some work for a livingSome stay healthySome end up givingOthers never quite get it Some will be funny Some will be coldSome will make it in comedyOthers arn't so bold Some are arty And love .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emiajnas/1095540/ Here comes the rain,Dripping doen my face.Cying from the pain,They inflicted with their ways. Wipe away the day,But alas, another is to come.I'll try to stay away,But in the end i always succome. Harsh words and lies are thrown at my,I crumple from the stress.H.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emiajnas/1094609/ The whistling in the trees,You never hear a lot.But when the whistling stops,You hear what now, is not. The absence of a presence,Maybe someone you hold dear,You never feel them when they are close,Only when they are not near. Stepping into a house,You see a closed wi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emiajnas/1094607/