http://slow.writerscafe.org/ilianapeters The original writings of author Iliana Peters en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776062305 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Im in love with someone who isn't my partner,I try and ignore it but its getting harder, when I reach for my phone, I prey to see,a confession from him,saying he too loves me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ilianapeters/2167179/ p.p1 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Helvetica; -webkit-text-stroke: #000000}p.p2 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Helvetica; -webkit-text-stroke: #000000; min-height: 13.0px}span.s1 {font-kerning: none}I've lost myself. With the spark dimm.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ilianapeters/2117122/ I wish that I would get away, I crave to flay away, To anywhere but here.Because you, Who is so lost in their own space, So ready to give up their place,Will soon disappear.You're a butterfly on a stormy day, Getting pulled down by the rain,Your wings flutter and you're&nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ilianapeters/2099556/ Oh, we will die darling, but before then we must live.I know time is your enemy and I've mourned that already,But if I cry anymore, I will disappear.You haven't left me yet,and I will hold on to you.  Let us not say goodbye yet, darling,Let us be free and wild,Wicked and fearless.&nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ilianapeters/2088978/ You know those smiles, where your eyes are sad,but you're laughingOr the way you go out all weekend,and you dance all night,but you cry all dayThe constant searching for something in others,that you can never find in yourselfThe way every time you run yourself a bath, you bring a knifeThe .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ilianapeters/1976593/ I am a feeling, a siren, I'm not human.I am excitement, wonder, mystery. I am a feeling, a live wire, hot to the touchA whirlwind of emotions here to break up your family,Here to make you cry. I am a feeling, an addiction. I can make your father gamble away your parents savings if I r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ilianapeters/1860584/ There's nothing more exhausting, my mother used to cry,Than a girl who can't love or a girl who can't lieThere's nothing more frustrating, my mother used to moan,Than a woman in her 40s living all on her own Very few things, my mother used to say, made me want to be like her somedayMy mother wa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ilianapeters/1379578/ I remember the first time I saw them, it was the year 3030. I was ten years old, living in the small town of Okawa just on the coast of Calahur, small for my age but just tall enough to reach up onto the window ledge and peer through the curtains. There were storms all summer and my father thought t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ilianapeters/1379559/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ilianapeters/1379555/