http://slow.writerscafe.org/abananapepper The original writings of author Xayah en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776388403 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Sacrifice yourself in the mouths of others.Taste your own despair and bloodas you bite your tongueand nodbow your headand turn your cheekto the one who once carried the world with you,the one who once hung the stars for you,the one for whom you captured lightning for.The lightning you caughthas esca.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/abananapepper/2054786/ A six-word poem http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/abananapepper/1298423/ I often wonderwhile I lie next to you in bedif you feel you madethe right choice http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/abananapepper/1298418/ as you text the girlyou used to loveand talk to the oneyou met onlinemy head will not stop screamingthat I will neverbeenough http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/abananapepper/1298416/ you thank her for the courageto do what you lovewhen I have said from the startthat you should dowhat makes you happy http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/abananapepper/1298415/ I hope someday you’ll love meas much as you wanted herto love you http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/abananapepper/1298413/ I remember screaming "don't go"as you took the pieces in your handsto grind to dust.I remember a vague pain in my chestwhere those pieces belongedwhere they should have stayedbut the pain wasn't enoughto keep me from screaming"don't go."I remember reachingmy hands out to youin a desperate attempt to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/abananapepper/1247065/ Love poem. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/abananapepper/1241994/ Her brew starts in the morning;strong and black to jumpstart her day.My brew starts in the evening;Herbal and sweet to ease me to sleep.Her day starts with a boy;One she kisses but doesn't love.My day starts with a text;One to the boy I love but cannot kiss.Her day ends with a story;Back-lit and rea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/abananapepper/1241978/ You are a mirror.I tell you that I miss you, and the words come back to me.I tell you that I love you, and the same is repeated.But these words are never saidUnless I am to say them firstBecause a mirror cannot feel;It can only imitate. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/abananapepper/1240046/ A memory of my grandfather. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/abananapepper/1233719/ Inspired by Owl City's song, "Cave In." http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/abananapepper/1232654/