http://slow.writerscafe.org/Kiwijh The original writings of author Kiwi.jh en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776010189 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 How much pain - how much suffering - does a person need to go through to be sad?to be a little upset with their situationmust they carry the weight of the nation? We live in a society that needs to fallinto the configuration,the realization,That depression - has no discrimination. Tha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kiwijh/2088535/ How can people claim to see? Claim to have vision and sight?The world is a trap, the people its mice.Deception surrounds us. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kiwijh/2080170/ A piece of the pain of not knowing your parents. I don't know... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kiwijh/2021804/ Mabel Kingsley wants what every teen wants, a normal, easy life. As Mabel navigates high school she must learn to find a balance between love, school, and family. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kiwijh/2020418/ There is a feeling,It plants itself in the center of the soul,and lets its roots take control.It grows until your mind and heart are entwined in vines of loneliness.And you don't know how to remove them,Because every time you pull,they grow taller. They feed on your disappointment,and on the ne.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kiwijh/2019930/ This is my improved version of my earlier poem, Blanca. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kiwijh/2018731/ I woke up in a white world,Surrounded by billions of bright colors - that I cannot see.This world, so simple, so ordinary,Was in fact nothing short of extraordinary. this white world, the placeWhere we live our lives,unaware of the colorsThat we can’t with our eyes.On a cold winter day, we wen.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kiwijh/2018730/ This was inspired my Maia Mayors "Perfect"(Which is like the best slam poem I've ever heard!!!!!). It the same parent perspective sort of thing. Hope you like it... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kiwijh/2018726/           Macy Bellman's clock stroked twelve, marking her fourth hour in front of the monitor, writing her soon to be novel. Her interest in the world brought before her while engulfed in the realm of fictional books was almost unhealthy. Macy was always a sucker .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kiwijh/1986300/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kiwijh/1986291/ It is a cruel world, One that eats away at her heart.She knew in her heart, that she was going to break.So she picked up a pen, and placed words on paper,And with every stroke the weight in her heart grew lighter.She wrote to escape the world that picked and pulled at her soulShe wrote to expre.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kiwijh/1979183/ She painted a pictureof the good in her life,just to see if anyone would notice,that her finished canvas was white.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kiwijh/1978845/ I lay awake at night.Staring at the celling engulfed in darkness,a single tear runs along my cheek.I argue with myself, About how I could be differentTwisting and turning on the springs in the mattress.I wonder, am I okay?I stare now, at the wall.My eyes dry, my heart heavy, and my soul crushed.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kiwijh/1978835/ I know a boy. He makes me nervous, the way he always smiles and twists his fingers together. I know a boy. He makes me laugh, with his corny jokes and silly faces.  I know a boy. He's the one for me, I just know it.  I know a boy. He's my friend, he tells me everything that runs through h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kiwijh/1978833/