http://slow.writerscafe.org/chocolatemilk81 The original writings of author Noemi en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775971052 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I took him in my arms. He looked so defeated. His chocolate brown eyes seemed to melt into a puddle of despair, his shoulders were slumped and even his broad chest, something I believed represented his pride, seemed to shrink. " listen" I murmur, giving his ear a supportive kiss" you can tell me any.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chocolatemilk81/2143418/ I once looked at my friend, and noticed she could besomething more.I looked at another good pal of mine, and realized my heart feltsore.I turned left and smelled a romance, I shifted right andtouched a feeling. My whole life I’m lookingfor more, constantly reeling... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chocolatemilk81/2118658/ Something I wrote to express the fear I have of complacency http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chocolatemilk81/2106260/ A song I wrote for a dear friend of mine http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chocolatemilk81/2092931/ Every time he meets someone, he gives his heart away.      As they take their piece away, things slowly fade to grey.  He met his friend and, in the end, in the mirror when he looked,      his eyes had turned from an ocean blue to a muddy, greyish gun.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chocolatemilk81/2089802/ High school sweethearts sometimes work out. It didn't for me :P http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chocolatemilk81/2008697/ This poem is basically a sappy love letter dedicated to my best friend. Read it if you'd like to. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chocolatemilk81/1935824/ There’s a memory I am fond of, that runs through my veins and is as much myself as is my blood. It was when I was twelve and frequently canoeing with my family through Florida waters. Deep green and teeming with life, it was a common occurrence for me to dip my fingertips in the water. As.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chocolatemilk81/1932792/ A poem about how a man won't love you even if you change, but if a man loves you, he'll still love you even if you've changed. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chocolatemilk81/1931749/ Soleil, my son. Your energy sparks and your future shines. From the beginning of your birth, I witness each day I see how brightly you light the world around you. 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