http://slow.writerscafe.org/ohitskianaa The original writings of author Kiana en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776028668 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 It’s 2:43am and I can feel you,how you’d hover above me, staring at me with those baby bluesand with every pull of the bottle,the taste of your name becomes less awfuland my thoughts start to blurbut I don’t think there’s any cure. 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I realized what pen and paper meant to methey cleared up the muddled feelings so I could see. But now I wish I’d seen you, they didn’t warn .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ohitskianaa/1648702/ Easy come, easy goit hurts a bit more than a stubbed toe.The hurt means I cared,but I can't let getting hurt make me scared.I have to believeeven if you all will call me naive,that not everyone will leaveeven if the notion, right now, is hard to conceive. Easy come, easy goyou packed up and lef.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ohitskianaa/1638394/ Raw; I want you to see my flaws.It’s crazy, right?When my skin’s bare, caught in your stare, I don’t want to take flight.You need to see me, the real meand not want to fleebecause then I’ll know it’s real-that there’s truth in what I feel. Your han.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ohitskianaa/1580701/ I don’t thinkyou understand, because I don’t, this wasn’t what I planned. 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Is love enough?Will it survive if we both storm off in a huffof annoyance because we just can’t take it; real q.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ohitskianaa/1572010/ Believe me when I say,I never thought it’d work out this way.You fell in love with me,with something more than what you could see,or that’s what you told me. You’ve always said I was an open book,and when you first told me that I made you promise not to look. I want t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ohitskianaa/1570014/ I thought you’d be easy to forget,but I still haven’t accomplished it yet. See, the cigarette smoke didn’t flush you from my lungs,like I hoped it wouldbecause it seemed you were a part of every breath I took. You had consumed every part of me,and the alcohol didn&rsquo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ohitskianaa/1570013/ Summertime is sweet, with memories of you sweeping me off my feet. Sun washing over my face, hands clasped together at dinner as we said grace. Those splash wars with salty water, cooled us down during a summer that couldn’t be hotter. Summer dresses, stolen kisses, shooting star.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ohitskianaa/1549526/ When you’re young, you’re malleable, learning things that’ll make you who you’ll become.I remembered growing up, shying at compliments, it was programmed in me, but it didn’t truly reflect my confidence. As women, we’re trained at a young agethat we.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ohitskianaa/1549504/ It’s never straight forward. It’s always redirected, people trying to save face, but that’s expected. I’ve gotten so tired of the games, trustworthy- the definition just isn’t the same. I just wonder when it changed, when words became so perfectly arranged. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ohitskianaa/1548588/ The world is ugly, and brutal, but we can’t believe our attempts for change are futile. It’s time for change, for better things ahead, but we need to change together, too many have been left for dead. Too much hate, and at this ratewe’ll all suffer the same fate. Bandin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ohitskianaa/1548142/ Truth or dare?You said you didn’t care. My eyes met yours, and I witnessed firsthand, those dimples I adore. Nobody’s perfect, but I found no obvious defect. There was something about you, overwhelming, passionate, and all-consuming too. I lost myself in that first glance.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ohitskianaa/1548074/ In the beginning you were the sweetest drug.A kind of prescription I didn’t need to sweep under the rug.Innocent, and foreign but strangely beautiful, you had this way of keeping us youthful. But it was that night in the dinerthat now serves as a reminder. 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The rain felt like hail, your words felt like bullets.Nothing about that night was easy, I remember feeling queasy.It was such a co.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ohitskianaa/1544140/ It’s not the type of ugly, like the bruise on your arm. It’s the type of ugly meant to disarm. It’s brutal, and gut wrenching, and it hurts.It makes you feel as though you’re constantly trying to avert. It’ll make you feel numb, until you’re do.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ohitskianaa/1544093/ Our generation has become so use to temporary feelings,things and peoplewe aren’t surprised when there isn’t a sequel.But it’s sad really, how accustomed we’ve become, detachment has become a rule of thumb.I don’t want temporary feelings, things or people, I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ohitskianaa/1544079/ Somethings flow easier in the written word, that's something first hand that I've learned. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ohitskianaa/1524775/ I remember it, like the back of my hand.You walked towards me and I stood, sweaty palms intact. You started talking and I swear I couldn’t breathe. And worse off, you'd only said Hi to me.. I didn't know where to go from thereI'd dropped my books in the hall, your fingertip.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ohitskianaa/1522943/ My chest weighted by a million pounds, my ears crammed with a million sounds. There’s so much to take in, so much to be seen. There’s half a million sides of me. I want you to know, every little piece of me. But, it’s hard to expose the parts.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ohitskianaa/1522942/ At the end of the road,There’s someone staring back at me. I see it, and it looks like me.But, it can’t be me.Her hair untamed, like a lions mane her eyes don’t shine, and I feel to blame. Her heart lays broken, on the floor in front of me. She ca.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ohitskianaa/1522940/ We've all lost someone; a lover, or a friend. 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