http://slow.writerscafe.org/jennilouhoo The original writings of author jennilouhoo en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776036098 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I remember the day I first fell in love.it was March- the first warm day of SpringI didn't need a jacketI had your hand to keep mine warmthe sun's rays danced off every shining surfaceyour eyes were crystaland your smile invitingI couldn't look awayI remember the day I knew I was in love-and would n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jennilouhoo/1289331/ My skin has been branded, by your lips.It sears with phantom flames, they linger.Unseen by naked eyes, our are wiser.Markings saying that I'm yours, and you are mine. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jennilouhoo/1185316/ I can't get enough of you.The things you say, the things you do.My knees are weak, I can't stand, unless you hold my hand.I'm counting down the hours until  I can be with you again. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jennilouhoo/1185310/ I watched the delicate snow slowly descend from the sky, appearing out of thin air,only to perch upon my nose and burrow in my hair.The peaceful quiet that came with the snowfall blanketed the earth, even quieting my mind.It was not to be interrupted for even the mightiest god.I wished to be covered.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jennilouhoo/1129251/ Anger devours the soul from the inside out.I can feel it burning my lungs,infecting every breath I take.This fire tears through my heart until it's all I feel.I'm blinded by my fury.My fists, tightly gripped, are shaking.It's left a bad taste in my mouth.A taste for bloodA taste for vengeance.&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jennilouhoo/1127436/ I knew him before. But how? Based off a dream I had. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jennilouhoo/1108360/ A hole opens in the ground and it leads to another world. Based off a dream I had. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jennilouhoo/1101091/ You're the echo in my head,The pounding in my chest.You should be out of breathwith the circles you run 'round my head.I am helpless to this feeling,to you.There's nothing for me to do but sit here and rot,with just the thought of you,nothing more.Waiting for something,getting nothing.You're the mem.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jennilouhoo/1100332/ Thunder echos in my soul,     lightening's struck my brain.A storm is a new beginning,     even with the rain.Energy courses through my veins,electrifying and all together terrifying,I'm ready to start again.December 26, 2012 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jennilouhoo/1100328/ A poem I wrote after sitting with my five year old cousin of sorts at a funeral. Him looking at me and whispering "I miss my uncle. He got run'ded over" while tears were in his eyes were just too much http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jennilouhoo/1100315/ A poem written for my dog when he passed. Written back in 2010. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jennilouhoo/1096131/ A little story of what happened when the day met the night. Inspired by the Panic! at the Disco song off Pretty Odd. I hope to make this into a video one day... we'll see. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jennilouhoo/1096119/ Memories are haunting, like an old, weathered house. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jennilouhoo/1096025/ Karys has lost her parents and has no where left to turn, except for two voices. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jennilouhoo/1096015/ Jane and Leo will stay together. Forever. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jennilouhoo/1096012/ An offbeat story about a bad day. Open to interpretation. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jennilouhoo/1096010/ Here's a little doomsday writing for last week's apocalypse written this past summer, inspired by a dream and Robert Frost. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jennilouhoo/1096009/ A poem about someone meaning so much. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jennilouhoo/1096003/ Mary is Charlie's babysitter. Things turn sour during a simple trip to the park. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jennilouhoo/1095787/ Sticky sweet and scarlet red,my innocence has been misled.What's the point in staunching the bleedingwhen my whole heart is still seething?Looking out with starry eyes,I found demons to make me writhe.Insecurities and flaws that bring me to me kneescouldn't help but get the best of me.A gaping wound.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jennilouhoo/1095735/