http://slow.writerscafe.org/Teeya The original writings of author Teeya en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776017871 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 ;-) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Teeya/2071841/ When those things most precious to us is lost. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Teeya/2071840/ You call me your beyondBeyond beautifulBeyond intelligentBeyond exceptionalBeyond an entity of imaginable lightBeyond any prayer, spoken aloudor from withinBeyond all which lovecould ever hope to beAnd you make me knowI am beyond byloving my beingbeyond your own But,you’renot him;and his .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Teeya/2071837/ When it's time to let go http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Teeya/2009149/ White bodies betweenblue lines breathe whenblack blood gives life to pagesBlack bodies outlined between white lines;death stains concrete pavementRed lines strike through black linesexecuting their existenceRed lines stream from Black lives;executing their existen.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Teeya/1586291/ The process of revision http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Teeya/1586245/ Chameleonsof persuasion:lines and lullabiesinciting senses at will,spilling secrets fosteredbeneath my breastwhen my tonguehas yet totell a soul Melodic whispersof satin stringsosculate somber woescradling me from myselfas gentle strands.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Teeya/1586232/ And they becamewho they were;manifestations of the Creator,tiny vessels of His presence cultivated inside me,within me, conceived in my womb;the fruits of menourished by the fruit of mebefore lifebeyond my being would becometheir own A.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Teeya/1586216/ Not being beautiful is one of the most fascinating compliments one could ever receive. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Teeya/1530899/ We're the same, yet so different. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Teeya/1530897/ Never had I breathed until you http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Teeya/1469084/ Never allow life to take time away from life... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Teeya/1421755/ There is nothing more simple than the complexities of life. 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seemingly callous selfishness,I inadvertently placed unbearable and copious amountsof weight and pressure upon your shoulders It was my desire, my want, to have someone tofeel me with him to…fill me…with…himto patiently pore over me so I might wan.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Teeya/1342408/ The impasse crossed when the one killing you is the one you can't live without... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Teeya/1342405/ In this that once was…quietus sighs lay amid intimate sufferingas festering bodies take life’s place…where numb grows the bed beneath themas gelid frames consummate withbroken souls to harden a once sacredchaise of devotion into anunforgiving glacial mass of regret… A.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Teeya/1306677/ The only difference between making love and f*****g is perception, not the subject nor the action http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Teeya/1278500/ Love can never be defined by any single person because it is personal to each individual...but 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http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Teeya/1256839/ She stands there looking in the mirrorwith an ambiguous stare at the one staring back.She seems baffled by who she sees,yet she embraces familiarity in the image.She touches the face of it, tracing theoutline with her fingertips.As her mind fills with ill faded thoughts andsearing regrets, the lucid.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Teeya/1251267/ To let my babies know the gifts they are to me http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Teeya/1249368/ I am A perfectmind full of deceptive fablescandied with hope fillednightmares born of dilutedfantasiesI am A perfectcarcass of misery,whose, while waiting for charming,heart was blackened by venomous kissesleft by an evil princewhose lips taintedthis poisoned a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Teeya/1249359/ You take my breath awayand live on my pain...I'd die for you today,but I survive on the hope thattomorrow you'll love me too... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Teeya/1249356/ My grandmother was my Angel on Earth and although she's in Heaven, her role as my Angel remains the same. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Teeya/1249325/ The harsh reality of girls and women paying to lose themselves http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Teeya/1249312/ Never take for granted life's simple pleasures http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Teeya/1249308/ You are as God intended... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Teeya/1249306/ I lie here in the faintness of lasteveningspellbound by rememberances of heat and lust.The sun pierces a sliver of lightthru the eye of the window andlays itself across my bare-skinnedbody.The scent u left on my pillow is asalluring asit was when you wore it...and m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Teeya/1249226/ Never imagined making love to meto be calendar worthyhaving to find time in your dayto fit me inCompliments stopped rolling offyour tongue months ago...no longer the most beautifullistthing in your worldDate nights have been 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