http://slow.writerscafe.org/kyraboyd The original writings of author Panini_girl en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776013110 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 We've all heard of it. We've all seen it. We've all lived in the moment that we realize it's staring us right in the face.A dark shadow, overthrowing judgement gving us the temptation to make rash decisions, even if the outcome is darkness. Darkness breathing cold air on your neck and cre.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kyraboyd/2146521/ The magic lies in the trees Where love is bredBlown through the leavesTo catch unknowing breaths🧚🏻‍♀️ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kyraboyd/2145934/ It's lyrics not a poem http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kyraboyd/2012263/ You were different than everyone elseYou didn’t believe in marriageNor romantic relationships But what you did care about wasThe physical and not the emotional Even though our friendship meant the world to you or so you sayBut you keep playing with my emotions&nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kyraboyd/1960147/ ek kyk na die see wat ek sien is merkwaardig ek sien nie net vir branders wat breek nie, en strome wat deur trek nieek sien kleure, van verskillende temperature, en ek sien die lewe daarbinne so nou en danek dink aan die see en ek sien vir jouoe so diep en blou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kyraboyd/1953341/ Deathwhy is it so commonwhy do i talk about it so muchwhy is such an imminent part of our, my lifei’ve experienced death three times in the past yearone of a guy in my school. suicide.and two. of my dog, a heart attack and both of them was, is too much to handlebut the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kyraboyd/1953339/ Seasons change and so do Iwe are told that seasons began from our sins, but it is a way of life, we grow, we are born, we live, we age and we die. repeat. we believe winter is death but what if it is the growth in the womb and the end of our lives ? is it possible that somethi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kyraboyd/1914180/ I am not afraid to keep on livingwhat surrounds us when we are deaddarkness or lightdo we feel empty or fulfilleddo we sleep or do we livebut what happens when we stay alivewhen we choose to take the road that will lead to death, young or oldwill we feel good enoughwill we.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kyraboyd/1905843/ TOPIC: "Great heroes need great sorrows and burdens, or half their greatness goes unnoticed. It's all part of the fairy tale"               Peter S. Beagle, The Last UnicornI'm done, I'm tired, I can’t do this. Great heroes need great sorrows and bur.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kyraboyd/1894667/ Being a wife of a soldier is never easy, and being a mom of two while your brave husband is off fighting many wars, is exhausting. Your children know they have a daddy but they don’t understand why he is not there with them. He fights for 10 months and visits us for two, separate times of the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kyraboyd/1888432/ Gender Disparity in the World: Why It Exists Gender inequality exists because it is situated in the human brain, being exposed to it from a young age, and it leads us to have certain interdictions. It may be the cause why we have prejudices on how we perceive things. We have been taught, from.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kyraboyd/1888430/ Moet my nie beoordeel op my kleur, gewig of voorkoms nie, anders gaan jy mis wie ek werklik is. As n mens, het ons gedagtes. Nie alles goeie gedagtes nie, en ook nie alles sleg nie, maar as n mens moet gaan sit en dink, oor wat ons mens se slegte eienskap sal wees, is dit beoordeling. Ons i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kyraboyd/1888429/ dit is vir my skrikwekkend dat ek ouer geword heten bruin oe vir my goed genoeg wasen blou oe net nog n stereotipering wasen toe glimlag jy vir my en jou blou oe het my gevang so sprankelend in die sondrink saam met my n glasie rooi wynen ons sien hoe ver dit ons vathopel.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kyraboyd/1888428/ jou oë is blouen ek vee my trane met my mouwant ek dink aan jou en my kort klop hardmy wange word bloed rooias ek jou vang loer vir myek is naief om te dink jy is die eenek soek n kans maar maar niks weet jy ooit ek bestaantog as ek jou smeek&n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kyraboyd/1888426/ ek wens met al my moed dat jou warm bruin oëmy sal vergoeddaar is n lang eeuwat wag vir kalm met die daelikse sneeuin die vale sonmet n rooi wynwat dien as n bomsal jy my dan aanvaarin diep gevoelens van duisternisdaar is dan n nuwe liefwat dien as n klief http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kyraboyd/1888424/ jou warm bruin oëkyk diep in my eie,wat moet ek doen om jou te verdien?in die met land kruiehet ek jou gesienhaar glimlag breër as myne,maar jou frons dieper as syne.jy is my gunsteling mens,maar hier sit my wens,daar is te veel goed,maar hou moeddaar is vele ander bokk.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kyraboyd/1888423/ Dit was die tyd van my einde. Die tyd waar ek my mens wees verloor het en die tyd waar ek vir my ouers vir ewig moes totsiens sê. Die bomme het in die verte geval, die sirenes was hard en die trein se fluitjie was n kanon in my ore. My voete was lood en die trappe van die trein was ho.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kyraboyd/1888421/