http://slow.writerscafe.org/Apple%20Newhouse The original writings of author Apple Newhouse en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776033953 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15   you make me feel lower than a bulb planted in the gound. you call me dumb,retarted and other mean things you wonder why I let myself go when im alone and of waste  you continue with the lies when you hear my cries.  you have caused me more pain than a day of a break u.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Apple-Newhouse/1026971/   tears and anger are the comfort I only knowscars and deep scratches on my body are my coverwords of pain are my songscreams and cries are my calmthe deep sleeps after are my sedative the dark and silence are the only hug I seem to haveAll I know is the dark, All I know is isolation and l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Apple-Newhouse/993827/  one day I am bitchyone day I am in tearsone day I am on top of the worldone day I dont get who I amone day I am little miss save the worldone day I am miss f*** youone day I am miss martha stewert in the kitchenone day I am miss fancy nancyone week im alivenext week I am dyingone week I am sta.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Apple-Newhouse/971785/ do you struggle with "you"? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Apple-Newhouse/971780/     There is no bad,there is no good.there is no love,there is no hate.there is only nutral   All is counted by one'sthe clouds are a blanket of security and solitudethere is no life there is no deaththe only sounds are of echoesNo light no darkno pain no strengthonly being. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Apple-Newhouse/970759/   Ever since I was a little girl I had a dream,   a wish I wished at every wishing well    a wish I wished on every star  A dream I hope for after I die and pass through the beautiful white gates of summerland A beautiful beach Beautiful cool blue water I can swi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Apple-Newhouse/957590/   Everytime I think of you,   look at you   speak to you  It eats me,it eats me from the inside  the thoughts and feelings ofworthlessnessabandonmentbetrayalIf I was what you wantedIf I was beautifulIf I was worth something,even a pennyWould I have been hurt?If I f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Apple-Newhouse/955887/   Some days it becomes to much from,  a persons presence  a persons voice   a persons face    I need time to be alone,think alone,speak alone.  Hearing only my thoughts,being with my own presence,  Gives me reasurrance that I am going to make it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Apple-Newhouse/955536/    Somewhere safe and warm,   Somewhere I may rest my head,  Somewhere I dont fear,    Somewhere I may be accepted here,  Somewhere far away,  Somewhere I can safely dream away   Somewhere I can freely roam away   Somewhere I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Apple-Newhouse/955526/     far from distance,far from time,      far from light,far from kind,       full of cold,full of dark                  turn to the left the so.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Apple-Newhouse/955488/ The next morning Nancy tried to forget the night before,"Ok Keira,I got your favortie! French toast and blueberries!" Shouted Nancy with a smile trying to cheer her daughter up. Keira did not make any emotional aknowlgement. She stared down on her plate,and played hockey with the peices of french to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Apple-Newhouse/808222/  Keira laid down on her bed in fetal position,Nancy sat beside her while she said good night along with words of comfort. Keira just stared into the corner of her bedroom only blinking. Nancy got up, turned out the light and shut the door. She went out into the hall to meet up with Mic.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Apple-Newhouse/795122/ It was the next morning Keira woke up beside her mother in her arms. She had cried her self to sleep in Nancy's arms and Nancy fell asleeping holding Keira tightly.Sophia and Michael walked in the room to see how Keira was feeling and to bring Nancy some coffee. Sophia looked at Keira and&nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Apple-Newhouse/795121/ That night the equiptment was set up in Keiras room. Nancy tucked Keira in bed even though she was 18 she wanted to show her comfort and make her comfortable during this time. Keira said nothng she just stared and looked around with the look of fear on her face. She heild her stuffed dog tight .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Apple-Newhouse/795120/ Come on,its alright just rest Keira. A nurse took Keira a young 18 year old girl into a small room with a bed to rest. Keira curled up on the bed with tears in her eyes,some dripping down on to the dark circles under her eyes. She said nothing just staring at the wall. The nurse walked out of the ro.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Apple-Newhouse/795119/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Apple-Newhouse/795118/ Society today is so fixed on a RUSH and has forgotten to stop and smell the roses. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Apple-Newhouse/714789/               The littlest things are always the biggest things,                    the littlest candy lasts the longest, &nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Apple-Newhouse/714785/ A poem I wrote for those innocent who were murdered in the burning times. What I invision as being the last thoughts. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Apple-Newhouse/712711/         The children were waiting for their uncle in the Kitchen,while he ent down into the basement. "Uncle Edwick has sure been down there long,should we check on him?" Warren asked his sisters "I think we should." Takota said leaping off the table and hea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Apple-Newhouse/709000/    The next morning Warren and Cassidy met with Takota in her room. Takota sat at the edge of the bed while Cassidy brushed her hair. Warren said to Takota "Last night was interesting,witches in our family!Warlocks! Its a little to strange,I thought the witches were here in the 1600.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Apple-Newhouse/703360/        After waiting for over two hours the kids were a bit tired and very bored. Cassidy was braiding a small section of Takota's hair while Warren read an article about Neptune. Along the porch rail a white cat jumped up and sat down staring at the kids. Cassidy .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Apple-Newhouse/702526/    It was a cool day,the sky was covered in grey. In the car were three children, Takota age 12 who was tall and then with mid-length brown hair and green eyes,Warren age 11 who was tall had brown eyes with blonde hair that grew past his eye brows and touched his black reclangle .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Apple-Newhouse/702501/ three children are left with their uncle by their drug addicted mother to only discover a secret and history of their family http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Apple-Newhouse/701428/   Everyday I wake up thinking of what I am greatful to have, I see a beautiful happy healthy little boy who loves me and needs me. I hear from a handsome sweet amazing man who loves me for me. I have an education,I have a future to look forward to,im living in the NOW with my son everyday is fi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Apple-Newhouse/687101/  The Cycle of change is all around us we watch it everyday,the seasons,animals,the plants,everything in nature. Do we ever watch a cycle of our selves? I see how I have fully came full circle and come to terms with my self. I have grown I have accepted and now I shall bloom full o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Apple-Newhouse/687089/ The cool crisp air the scent of earth and dampness in the morning air oh how I feel autumn on the way,the feeling of butterflies fill me with excitment of the autumn moths to come,how do I love the colors and cool air.the smell of damp earth and dead leaves fills me with those butterflies once m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Apple-Newhouse/687088/ Everyday when you step outside,beathing the air in can you feel it?   can you feel the cool dirt, and mud squishing between your fingers and toes,the warm sand between your toes and fingers  can you feel the feeling of the green grass tickling your fee.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Apple-Newhouse/687086/ Life is to short to let my past weigh me down Life is to short to let the day go by and waste away Life is to short to cry over quick fixes Life is to short to dwell on the negative Life is not to short to stop for just a small second and think about the th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Apple-Newhouse/687084/ lima beans are not fun lima beans do not taste good lima beans do not look good why cant lima beans be like my lime jelly beans? why cant lima beans taste like limes? why is there lime in lima bean?  cant I just eat my jelly beans and they can co.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Apple-Newhouse/687082/ A poem to my son Leif Wyatt Happy first birthday my beloved son (2-28-10) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Apple-Newhouse/684250/