http://slow.writerscafe.org/peaches_bunny The original writings of author Paige-Louise JessicaBunny en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776190337 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Its not what your after that effects me the mostIts not the fact that you only need to see my blood to feel satisfiedI dont understand how you can feel so stone hearted about the things that are not rightThe things that usually would upset someoneThe things that one would not do to another.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/peaches_bunny/750698/ like a match sticki'm one in a millionbut unlike all the resti light a white flame not orangebut this white flame represends light, peace and puritywhen this light hsines, its one in a million, jus like a person,one  in a millionthey single out from the others, well that is on the insidenever s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/peaches_bunny/708334/ She wore her fantasies over her face like a veil.While she whimpered and weeped, wilted and weakened,Under that veil she made so strong. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/peaches_bunny/680434/ This poem is about an abusive mother.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/peaches_bunny/680012/ this is from an experience today =] http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/peaches_bunny/615882/ speeding in the dark dismal morningup a road that seems to never end, indulged with turns, twirls, flowers and grassi am fixed to the windowdropplets of the sky merging together, combining paths trickle their journey down, down, down the sky is a dark dark grey, almost blackpeoples .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/peaches_bunny/611969/ You dont know what they're saying about you..That they are planning to leave you.. You dont know that they're using you...In time you'l be useless to them... You dont know what Its like to know this...And be inlove with the person they're talking about... You dont kn.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/peaches_bunny/602976/ We were what your friends called cute. "they'l last for ages!""i couldnt imagine why you would break up!" I thought we were going well till you decided i wasnt your favourite toy any more  i find out youve been saying thingsdoing thingspreaching false history&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/peaches_bunny/601999/ The greatest degree of inner tranquility comes from the development of love and compassion. The more we care for the happiness of others, the greater is our own sense of well-being.Tenzin Gyatso, 14th Dalai Lamat  Thousands of candles can be lighted from a single candle, and the life of t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/peaches_bunny/586548/ After some time you learn the difference, the subtle difference between giving a hand and fettering a soul;  You learn that love doesn't mean to support yourself, and that company doesn't always mean security. You learn that kisses are contracts and gifts are not promises. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/peaches_bunny/583021/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/peaches_bunny/582979/ these are my thoughts.. its not realy a poem but i dont know what other catigory to put them in http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/peaches_bunny/582959/ just when you think its all perfectshe breaks your heart in the utmost unexpected place everything you have resembles hereverything you did in those years was meant for her, otherwise.. useless photos you cherished and smiled at everytime you sawnow lay torn in half in the ph.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/peaches_bunny/579701/ yet another night comes and goes,another sun gas risen and setI've repeated another day,repeated another routineI've washed and made everyone breakfast, including the pet thought the same thoughts,cried the same tearsmoaned at the time, so it gave me years compforted .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/peaches_bunny/576627/ TOTALLY RANDOM ^_^ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/peaches_bunny/576068/ the wind can travel all different waysback and forththey sway, they sway.. through the tree branches they climband on the leaves they dancedown down downnot eight on a leaf, but nine holding hands going round and roundtheir giggles and smiles make a sound of a .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/peaches_bunny/576060/ this is a poem, based on my brother and his point of view on the rules my father gives him.. and why my brother breaks them. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/peaches_bunny/573289/