http://slow.writerscafe.org/pandapoet The original writings of author Pandapoet en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776239627 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 For when she looked back to him, there was something different.A new look in her eyes, a new fire burned within her lost soul.Had he been the cause of that?Has he killed the part of her, that made her love? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pandapoet/1918369/ There's a beauty that seems to come from death.A beauty that just cannot be explained.By itself it comes to be a beautiful flaw.Alone.there is something that keeps you drawn to it, but at the same time it pushes you away from it.Death. The opposite of living, is the very thing that keeps peo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pandapoet/1918368/ You can tell who a person is, by The books they read.The songs they sing.The movies the watch.You can see how much a person cares by The jokes they laugh at.The words they say.The actions they make.You can see how strong a person is, byThe problems they face.The tears they ho.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pandapoet/1918367/ ll these thoughts that cloud my mind at night."Give up now, you'll lose this fight""Say goodbye." You know I just might.I need to be saved who's willing to be my night?Who will be the person to take me away from this flight?Who will guide me towards the light?For now, all hope is always .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pandapoet/1918366/ The girl that smiles so much, is also the girl who cries a little to hard.The girl who makes everything seem okay, is also the girl who has to tell herself its a lrigjt a little to often.The girl who remembers everyone, is a little to forgotten.The girl that was only a teenager, died a little .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pandapoet/1918364/ The constant 'tick' 'tick' 'tick' of the clock.The never ending cycle of the clock.The clock, keeping track of times as our mids do not.A man made thing does things that man have forgot.The constant 'tick' 'tick' 'tick' of the clock.Time is our cage.The clock is our escape. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pandapoet/1917988/ Your sunlight came in through the windows,leaving a few corners still in the shadows.So I opened the door and allowed you to shine throughout the entire house.The sun always Shined.Even when the clouds covered you, the lightstill came in, just not as bright.Even at night, Even when the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pandapoet/1917516/