http://slow.writerscafe.org/susiebuckmiller The original writings of author Susie Buckmiller en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776016794 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I find myself missing you more every day.What have you done to my heart to makeme feel this way?I miss the sound of your voice and keep every letter you send.  I find myself dreamingof you at night. What have you done to my mindto make me feel this way? You have stolen my h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/susiebuckmiller/442542/ Voices turn from low murmurs to angry shouts. Happiness in a room is replaced by adark cloud of anger. Tempers flare, egos are bruised, self-esteem iscrushed and happiness turns to dread in a matter of  minutes. She's seen it before and a knot of fear settles in her .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/susiebuckmiller/434406/ Roses are redViolets are blueI didn't have a clue to howyou felt about me until you said:I love you. Now you've turned my world upside down and crumbled my defences. My world  wouldbe blue and cruel without you. Who knew that three little words would melt my hear.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/susiebuckmiller/424283/ More of a story rather than a poem even though it reads as a poem. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/susiebuckmiller/418160/ She walks the earth alone.Doomed to an endless  life.One of the undead for enterinty. She is lonely and has tiredof the thirst for human blood.She knows the difference betweenright and wrong and yet she can't help herself. She is the loniest vampire... No .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/susiebuckmiller/418154/ The evening sky is a pale greyand the temperature is steadily falling.Bugs are flying around irritated as a gentlerain begins to fall on the earth. You can smell the rain on the air as thesky gradually darkens and the last rays of the sun dissappear and the moon begins to shine it.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/susiebuckmiller/417787/ H- is for all the hugs in the world that you deserve.A- is to show how much  appreciation I have for you.P- is for the pride you have in me.P- is for all the precious hours spent raising me.Y- is for your special day today. F- is for all fun times we have toghter.A- is for al.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/susiebuckmiller/410308/ H- is for all the hugs and love you gave to us children.A- is for how much we appreciate all you did for us.P- is for the patience you showed.P- is for the pride you have in your children.Y- is for the years spent caring for us children. M- is for the memories that we will always tr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/susiebuckmiller/410306/ It is  a lazy spring dayand all is quiet as the cloudsbegin to gather and time slowly passes.Children are no longer playing outsidebut are probably inside taking a napso they can run back outside later.Even the birds seem to be singing softly while the wind w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/susiebuckmiller/406478/ This is for everyone that has made some sort of mistake in their life. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/susiebuckmiller/404935/ I was inspired to write this while out side working on a tan and watching some kids play outside. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/susiebuckmiller/401298/ He has many faces He has many names He is a monster A master of teror He sleeps in a coffin by day Spreading his horror by moonlight He searches for his vampire bride For she can end his curse He was a man made pure evil By a demon with no soul And no mercy With sharp white fangs The vampire .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/susiebuckmiller/383509/ This is a small sample from a story that I'm working on. This is from the beginning story and is a work in progress. Some things might have been changed as I am doing this from memory. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/susiebuckmiller/378249/ There once was a manwho swore he would be true to meHe lied and left me with a blue feelingTime passed and this feeling stayed with meI began to see all the good I still had in my lifeMy feelings changed and I became a new personThe icy wall around my heart melted I began to feel love .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/susiebuckmiller/376855/ Looking into a mirror...I see me but a stranger toWho is that stranger staring back at me?Looking into a mirror...I see a woman yet a childWhich one is she?Looking into a mirror...I see doubts and questionsWhen will they be answered?Looking into a mirror...I see a woman as she is.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/susiebuckmiller/375448/ Love is...Finding rose petals on your bedThat first kiss with your true loveIs true but can leave you blueHard to find but worth fighting forLove is...Missing that special someoneLong walks on the beach in the darkAfternoon picnics in the parkLove is...An aching heart during a fi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/susiebuckmiller/375443/                 When the stars fall from heaven                   I will be there to catch you.        &nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/susiebuckmiller/375439/