http://slow.writerscafe.org/sincerelyhannah The original writings of author Hannah Berry en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776003401 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 and i noticed my palmsstart to sweat and my faceheat up-even though it wasrelativelychilly outside.my endless andtroublesome thoughtscame to an abrupt halt,and it was the strangest sensation i hadever come toknow.the quiet was so rich, sopure and that’s when i knew;knew that you coul.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sincerelyhannah/1261139/ It’s 3:00 a.m. and I’m awake,craving you.I’m alone with my thoughts, and you’re in every single one..is that at all pathetic? Obsessive?And it’s the witching hour, it’s dark and lonelyyou’re so far away... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sincerelyhannah/1242839/ You make her world everything it shouldbe,and she can’t explain why;Why your perfectly crooked smile puts the stars in her sky,andyour wide eyes and soft lipscause the waves to crash against her shore,the shore that she loves more than .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sincerelyhannah/1216537/ With our lips painted red and eyes looking so dead,let's paint the skies black with the sense of defeat. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sincerelyhannah/1208863/ She’s sinking down and down.I try calling out to her, reaching out my hand-“I’m here,” I cry.. “I’m here,”but she fails to see me for what I am,which is there;ready to save her from herself,and all.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sincerelyhannah/1208860/ I love him. I do. I sincerely do. One day it won’t even matter, nothing will have mattered andwe will all be lost- forgotten. Our story will be the dusty book in the crumbling attic of an abandoned house. A jewel dropped into the ocean's abyss.No one will .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sincerelyhannah/1199744/ and when the sun fades awayand the warm breeze dies downwhen the chill paralyzes your lovely bonesand the grey skies pierce your heartwill you remember me?and when the trees shed their clothesand stiffen, losing lifewhen those we love begin hiding behindfrozen window panes and ironically pastel.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sincerelyhannah/1193963/ Purple and blackblack and purple,the skies seem to turnwhen the sun has given up.Red and orangeand yellow and bluethe skies seem to turnwhen the moon has had enough.Everything changes,spirits die,even the moon who holdsher head so high.The sun closes his eyesand we come alive,the wild ones of thenig.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sincerelyhannah/1193947/ Her soul ignites into the universe'sbrightest of colors.The glow that radiates from herspawns and leeches onto thosearound her.Little do they knowbehind closed doors her soulbleeds the reddest of the redand her glow flickers intonothingness,nobody knows. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sincerelyhannah/1193237/ "Fix me" she cries outat 2 a.m. when the rest of the worldis silent“Hold me” she cries outin an empty room where only thewallscan hear her plea“Love me” she cries outwhile people embrace each otherand drownher out with their full-hearted laughs“Listen to me” she c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sincerelyhannah/1192774/ WeWe can defend ourselves andpromise that we'renot too broken, promise thatsomething will change-and maybe it really will.Maybe someday.We hide parts of ourselves awayand try to forget “it” exists,“It,” being something ugly or maybeeven shameful;not only to our own being, but.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sincerelyhannah/1192769/ Yeeeeep. Not my best but whatever http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sincerelyhannah/1188506/ i feel like this is for anyone who i've ever hurt, anyone who wanted something that i could not give them. i'm sorry, and you deserve better than me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sincerelyhannah/1188031/ wrote this within 2 minutes of sitting down and opening my journal. i like it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sincerelyhannah/1188027/ wrote this when i was feeling very isolated and hopeless. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sincerelyhannah/1188023/ I found this piece in an old journal of mine from the 7th or 8th grade. Thought I'd share my findings, my poetry I suppose. (It's not too great, keep in mind this was several years ago.) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sincerelyhannah/1188020/