http://slow.writerscafe.org/angela_hunter27 The original writings of author Angela Hunter en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776013070 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Found this in my writing folder and I thought I'd post it. :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angela_hunter27/1490775/ That old familiar tug... How does one deny it?How could I ignore my fascination with the way that his life visibly wisps, swirling from his lips on the days that nip the feeling out of my toes?He steals the cold, like the sun can eclipse the frost by painting your skin.Who would believe my pretendin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angela_hunter27/1490752/ A jolt speeds my heart at the sound of my phoneBut I know it’s not you that causes the toneMy spirit falls and I wonder where we’d beIf you hadn’t found heaven; if you’d stayed here, with meMy future looks empty without promise of youMy hope of a life together, neve.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angela_hunter27/1450590/ The weight of her hand condensed her spirit as she waved to his disappearing figure. He waved back, but the depth of worry in his face sent arbitrary signals to her nerve endings. His trade forced him far away, and horror was the fruit of its tools. Horrors like a single point that overcomes everyth.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angela_hunter27/1448755/ The more I look, the more I seeThe type of person you must beNot for lack of good insideRather that I cannot confideTo my best friend, but I guess whenI gave up my love, I lost you thenTo herBecause we blurred the lines everydayBy how we'd act and what we'd sayHard to believe I gave you awayAnd now .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angela_hunter27/1444240/ My mind clears as fast as the smoke from my pipe. I do not want to dream tonight. The dreams are getting more and more vivid and I refuse to look on her face for one more night.I can't remember how this started; all I remember is sitting on the porch with him, sharing the excitement in the novelty o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angela_hunter27/1444239/ SerenitySlow, peaceful breathsCaressing your lungsYour muscles relaxAllowing no movementIn the musicSoft rhythmsFlowing through the airSliding in your earsGiving weight to your eyesIn the silenceStillnessNothing is movingBut the easy breathingOf easy lungsIn the darkNothing you can seeYet calm all a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angela_hunter27/1434739/ Pour me another glassI've a lot to drown outLike reminders of good timesI cannot think aboutOr how my house has crumbledYet continues to fallHow, though I shove it outI'm still sick from it allThe way I paint on smilesWhen I wake up each dayThe way I forgot tears;It is the price I payThough it's a l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angela_hunter27/1434738/ There he isHe standsExpectantA smirk plastered onAlluring lipsIrresistibleEyes traceHead to toeAssessingPredator and preyI know it's wrongSinfully stuckIn the deliciousnessOf deceptionSelf-inflictedJust can't help myselfLike metal to magnetHelplessIn this feelingIn todayMy greedOnly presentIn the pr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angela_hunter27/1434737/ I'm not afraidWhooshRipped out of placeScreechNo time to call outClunkMetal on metalTo be laid downBlurWhipped in circlesStillFrozen in timeCloseRight besideTo sleepBurntWorn-out rubberRottenEven in foreshadowingIronFrom the inside-outPerchance to dreamPainIn the headachePainIn my crimson makeupPain.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angela_hunter27/1434735/ The boy of my childhoodWe spent our winters kissing under the snowfallOur summers lying on the grass, embracing the starsWe spent our days in alternate realitiesAnd our nights speaking love by the roadsideThis boy was handsomeness to meAnd I beauty to himAnd nothing in the world could tear us apartB.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angela_hunter27/1434734/ I have a confession: this incessant procession has got me obsessively pressing towards youAnd I don't know the impression this possessive profession is makingI don't know but I question this oppressing depression I feelMan, I wish I knew discretion, but suppressing this essence feels so much like a .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angela_hunter27/1434729/