http://slow.writerscafe.org/SleepiePenguin The original writings of author SleepiePenguin en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776151710 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Here is a short review on why I personally find Erased to be the best Anime Fantasy Thriller that I have seen. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SleepiePenguin/2823980/ I am working on creating a poetry book, let me know what you think about this piece in the comments below :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SleepiePenguin/2823977/ Another blog post :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SleepiePenguin/2823974/ This is from my blog, but apparently only friends can see the blog, so I will be posting them on here as well! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SleepiePenguin/2823972/ I need to change how I am,I want to change how I am.These thoughts of mine get so tiring,they even tend to make my heart sigh.The words I speak need to find a different form,they like to hurt others without meaning to.Everything I do--it needs to change,I don't want to be this way,but I think some p.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SleepiePenguin/1937535/ My mind screams to let go--'Let go of your pride,and let some kindness show.'I feel an internal struggle with mymind and heart--each telling me where to start.I want to let go,and rise to the light--but a hand is grabbing my souland yanking it back below.Maybe this Thing that I feel,is something I w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SleepiePenguin/1937197/ This thing I feel,It's unlike any other emotion I have ever had.It scares off a sunny day,and brings along with it a tornado.I can't describe it,but it does hurt.It ruins a good mood,and trades it for one with rain clouds.This thing not only hurts those around me,but it hurts my very soul--and for s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SleepiePenguin/1936941/ I can think of nothing else this very moment,besides two very different things:I think of how much my love for you has grown.It has grown as tall as a redwood tree,but yet--My mind wanders off into the part where I have been hurt--as if to remind me that leaves can't fix such pain.So here I am, lost.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SleepiePenguin/1934219/ Hurt--It doesn't disappear with the weather's despair,nor does it get swept and taken by the cold winds.The rain doesn't drench it, and have it dissolve like wet paper--and the sun surely won't melt it with it's rays.You can keep it underground,but if you can't bury a past then this surely.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SleepiePenguin/1934194/ Strip me of my pen and paper,For it is not what makes up my words. Say your harsh thoughts into my face,But know they will be molded into anew.Slap my heart with an angry fist,As long as you know of the pain you place.Strip me of all of my material items,Say your thoughts of hatr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SleepiePenguin/1933648/ Hold onto my heart, while I try to fix it.It shouldn't take more than a minute.I have been taught countless times,on how to mend a fragile heart.So bear with me, while I start again.I have been through this plenty of times,and I know I can fix it.Let me grab my red needle and thread,after this you w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SleepiePenguin/1932718/ Summer's ChildThe morning air seems too thick for one to enjoy,It sticks and clings to weathered sweatersAnd refuses to let go like a small child.The sun beats down heavily upon squinched eyelids,And casts their shadows to follow shortly after.And, yet, here we are daring to step out into the sun,K.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SleepiePenguin/1931969/