http://slow.writerscafe.org/lunarlightning The original writings of author Lunar Lightning en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776026277 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I can't really express emotion through anything but the written word, so often times I seem robotic, for the things I write are often to never be read, or to be posted here for strangers. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lunarlightning/783376/ So, I was sitting and watching some T.V. and what comes on but the most perfect inspiration. To have my creativity driven by simple every day things. (None of this is true) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lunarlightning/757594/ I really like him... Love him even... I just don't think I'm ready to let my emotional hiding place fall apart yet. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lunarlightning/738715/ Antonia JonesPeriod 1SPIES Essay                        When I was younger I moved around too much to learn how to really interact with people. It made me feel alienated in school an.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lunarlightning/611893/ People look to me for advise, guidance, stucture, a shoulder to cry on. They see me as the image of strength. Maybe it's because I'm always there to help and almost never complain, maybe it's because I put my all into helping others and don't think about myself. Maybe it's because I always have a sm.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lunarlightning/597581/ Nikki, I guess this is mainly written for you, but it applies to everyone, so listen carefully to what I'm telling you. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lunarlightning/590849/ Flames flicker on top of their candle's, giving everything a dark glow, and on the floor she sits alone. Her knees are pulled to her chest, her arms wrapped around them, and she feels as though her chest may collaps in on her. Yet the tears don't come. 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Michael couldn’t help but smile a bit, the thought of seeing his ex with her rebound, which she had made a point to parade around him, was quite amusing. As the bus pulled .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lunarlightning/550958/ I hide inside the hollowness that has become myselfI avoid you all, but you don't noticeYou don't see how I keep to myselfBecause if you see a smile here and there, it doesn't matterIf I'm smiling I'm okAnd so I do, I smile and smile and smileUntil there is no doubt in your self centered.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lunarlightning/549887/      We lie on my bed, my head on his chest, in silence. Somehow it's not a weird silence, it is nice, and we aren't silent because we have nothing to say, or because either of us feel awkward, but because we are comfortable. The beating of his heart sounds like a lullaby to me, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lunarlightning/539804/      The sun shined a brilliant orange through Rosalie’s uncovered bedroom window and her eyes flickered drowsily open. As she sat up her eyes watered from the punishing light that engulfed her dark-accustomed vision. Once she could see, she became slowly aware of where she.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lunarlightning/528764/      I can't honestly say I've ever liked her all that much, though I do admit to admiring her in almost every aspect, she is strong in her own way, self motivated, beautiful, and she somehow makes everything work out; the opposite of me basically. Though, I never thought I would.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lunarlightning/524376/ Through the darkness of the large room I see a little girl, dressed in an old fashioned nightgown, staring out at the foggy night through her very large window. 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twoRemember? I used to think you were superman and as long as you were her I was safeBut that was lon.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lunarlightning/490034/ You have so much to learnNew to this world and blind to its dangersSo small and helplessToo fragile to let you freeI'll watch you grow and learnAs time goes by a year in a nightAnd when it's time for you to leave meI only hope I've taught you rightBut for now you have so much to lear.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lunarlightning/488909/ Although you may forget meAnd you may pass me without a second glanceSomehow I know if you heard my voiceYour heart would ache with my memoryIf you heard my name you'd see my face in your headThough you may not know whyNo matter whatYou'll never really forgetThe first heart you tore .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lunarlightning/488907/ Come on nowLets be realisticI know you can't resistShe is just so perfect she's hard to avoidHaunting your dreamsStalking you as you go about 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on earth are sure to endVut one thing is eternalPainForever immortal http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lunarlightning/488277/ What do you see when you see a roseSimply a flowerA symbol of loveOr do you look a little deeperDo you see the reaching thornsKeeping gaurd of the ruby aboveDo you see the aphids in their menacing questTo destroy the red queen atop her throne of thornsDo you see the simplicity devine.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lunarlightning/475713/ I used to be your favoriteThough I know it wasn't fairYou used to tell me everythingBut now you've got me scared I fear thaat you are drifting awayYour mind too busy for meIt seems as though you're letting goAnd leaving our bond behind Although it pains me to admit.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lunarlightning/475709/ You look the part of an adultSave for your juvinile dressYet no matter how old you getYou cannot play the part Would it kill you to at least pretendIf only to make yourself less of a pestYour immaturity brings them downAnd slowly they forget how to grow up For now you a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lunarlightning/475707/ We all know someone with everythingEnvySomeone we wish we could be We all enjoy bragging and showing offPrideThe secret love for ourselves, less secret then we'd like We all enjoy watching a sinful act of pleasureLustBe it sex or something only slightly less We.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lunarlightning/473570/ This is a poem by a friend of mine named Anna Hughes http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lunarlightning/473557/ I leave my phone in my roomSo I can't hear if I get a call or a textI keep my eyes down as a move through the halls of the schoolThis way I don't see who passes byI no longer get onlineJust so I don't if I have messages to checkI live in fear of the pain you caused meHiding from a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lunarlightning/473258/ There you go againThrough the pain, through the ragePlaying a game that you continue to loseMaking a fool of yourselfYou don't know the right movesNor do you know the rulesYet you choose to move onBlindForever naive and voulnerableUnpreparedKnowing you are going to be hurt.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lunarlightning/471893/ Ever since you came along you've been nothing but a problemTaking his mind to a place of pain and confusionNow look at what you've done you coniving little b***hLook at the mess you've made He is contacting Her and it is destroying his brainWhen I go to Him for help He just says to .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lunarlightning/471097/ What beauty lies within us allBehind our beastly shellsBeyond all acts with selfish thoughtsLocked inside some internal boxAnd gaurded by chains and painHidden for reasons we do not know It is a wonder how our instincts workHiding our better halvesKeeping what may make us voul.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lunarlightning/469976/ Halloween is such a frightful nightFor those who let it beBut then there is that little groupMade of kids like meWho sit at home and roll their eyesAnd think of how pathetic it isTo stroll the streets in costumePretending to be what you aren'tWho think about the darknessAnd how nic.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lunarlightning/463818/ I love youThese are words that have come to mean nothingThree simle words that used to man so muchNow they are thrown around just like the restJust one move in the famous Heart GamesIf you love meA way for the players to pull the strings of their challengersSo easy to manipulate and so.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lunarlightning/458266/ I see the way you shy away from crowdsHow you sit in a hidden place durring the one time for friendsYet you so often smile and walk with your head held highThe image of both beauty and perfectionDo you even see how boys admire you with devious eyesOr how girls glare at you with an envious .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lunarlightning/458264/ People may practice the art of humility in publicThough who are we to say that is really how they areDispite the so-called humility they judge othersDoing so they feel better about themselvesPeople notice the flaws in othersBut the one they admire and critique most is themselvesCommiting.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lunarlightning/458259/ I am usually so careful to keep up a smileTo try my best and to careBut today just feels differentI'm drowning in hidden tears My mind keeps going back to all those thingsThings that I should have cried aboutYet I pushed them aside, put on a smile, and nowI'm drowning in hidden .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lunarlightning/458256/ Every day we see a certain group of peopleThat don't seem to notice the darkness around themWith smiles so genuin that they look like childrenFor it is hard to conjure a smile when you can seeAll the little events that show a shadow of hate or painSome one with bruises that are so clearly .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lunarlightning/458254/ She falls so quicklyTaking three simple words so seriouslySetting herself up for a shattered heartSo here I standReady to pick up the peicesStanding beside her through it allHolding her as she criesIt happens over and overFallCrashShatterTearsDe-ja-vu http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lunarlightning/458252/ Can I talk to you about somethingOf courseWell I like this guy but I don't think he likes me backYou should ask himBut he is a friend of mine and I am pretty sure he likes someone elseI could see that being a problemYeahWell he could fall under one of three catagoriesWhich are.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lunarlightning/457221/ This is actually a song written for a close friend of mine.... 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