http://slow.writerscafe.org/Pi%20Cee The original writings of author Pi Cee en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775980199 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 What is it? In this scrawling text of virtual ink on pixeled pages. That brings to mind a voice, from a face- your face that I still have yet to see. What is this love, that haunts the very bottom of my heart. With warm glows and whispered inspiration to just keep going? What are you. This magnifice.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pi-Cee/1713625/ Just a girl, lost somewherein the rain, with a wolf and an umbrellawatched by an owlwandering through hills with beautiful golden lightover bridges built with pages and penning inkthrough mystical mountains, charmed with so many creaturesHer wolf always kept her safeher umbrella always kept her with.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pi-Cee/1713476/ Those old roads we walked So many timesWe wore our footprints in the dirtWhere we always found starsWhere we always found song Where we always lovedAnd got love backThose forever ago times we never knewWould becomeJust those old memoriesWhere we stopped timeAnd embraced l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pi-Cee/1514245/ Did you feel it, could youWhen you lost meAnd my foggy trail at lastSlipped from your weathered handsDid you feel it?Was it an ache, a sharp pain Or merely a smile you woreWith nearly forgotten memoriesDo you still? My place in your heart was so warmDoes it feel anything less.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pi-Cee/1459717/ That ring-that ring, in the sunlight.                      A sleepy gaze brushing across his hand,remembering where it had been, what it had done.        And th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pi-Cee/1365713/ The last second chance to pick back up the pieces the minute after you see all the little broken shards. That song, that turns sound into feel and a tiny hole opens up again in the middle of your chest. The hurt, that you can't get back. Moments.Infinities. Like this, in snapshots with moving c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pi-Cee/1339673/ I feel, that I've missed too muchto come back,come down,from the clouds of watchingand wondering,back to what was once my solid ground.Too much has grown over,I've not skipped under too many seasons of rainIt's been too long,and I thinkI must move on http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pi-Cee/1309228/ Where did the words go?I'm questioning the pointI don't see the skyI have nothing to sayI'll be here and stay quietOh so very quietbut never ever silent http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pi-Cee/1289732/ Here is the story of loving and seeingand then no longer needing. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pi-Cee/1282719/ You lie like candytasting oh so sweetMy heart beat quickenswith such a sugar rushDon't hold back now,my sweet tooth achesWishes to throbvictim to your careless abundanceof syrupy voice http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pi-Cee/1281309/ How is it? This kiss,stained with cigarettes and misplaced smilesthe cold freezing our handsas chapped lips and hot breathcause my glasses to fog http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pi-Cee/1272435/ A wind of freedom, just barely a breathis captured within the daughter's lungsbeing saved for a better causeanother lifeThe daughter's eyes are caughtby the subtle movementsof necessary lifeThe daughter's lungs will breatheThe daughter's eyes will dreamThe daughter's heart will expireThe daughter's .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pi-Cee/1268249/ To the love my heart must glowand to the pain I find my most humble abode http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pi-Cee/1260131/ Heart beats quickened, warm went warmer, cold turned searing as a first kiss turned devilishly unnerving. In the joining of two well muscled thighs, a coil tightened with such force only an animal hunger could release. And this coil was weeping for a ravaging release. To be thrown open at the thrust.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pi-Cee/1242607/ To look upona mourner's eyesIs that of a most intrusive crime http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pi-Cee/1242603/ There by the trees lies the river of lifemy life, or your lifewith perfect view of the skyThe sky that with gracebehaves such a waythat upon first sightyou've met a lovely wedded dayDay that bring joyand days that bring paindays just of beauty and days just of sameThe beauty here strikes with awein .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pi-Cee/1242600/ You thank me, for the time we spent above the earth, in our little bubble of voices and words. You stop and you shout at how the bubble broke, how it turned to glass and shattered us both. You leave me with nothing other than hurt, and a bittersweet memory of a young boy's new becoming birth.What's .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pi-Cee/1242597/ I'm not quite sure of the seductive powers of being herbut the thrills in such a simple pronounare addicting http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pi-Cee/1239572/ When I find this place to which I belong. The force of the feelings that overwhelm me at first sight shall knock me to my knees. With such a force that tears will be pulled from my eyes, and my heart will finally untwist it's gnarled fingers and embrace hope rather than cling desperately. I hope you.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pi-Cee/1239557/ I hope to raise you as observers in the world, who see first, think second, and act only last with honest feeling and a rational head. I hope for you to see every person as an individual, and not put them into a category based on a superficial surface. I hope for you to go about knowing some.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pi-Cee/1239547/ Don't end the momentKeep the momentMake the moment last http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pi-Cee/1225156/ Luck they say,and in my simple momentsI say sure.But we, keeper of my heartare not just a stumbled upon passionbut destinyin one of its brightest moments. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pi-Cee/1224575/ For you do I writefor love do I dreamto have both in the breathof every day of lifeis what makes this momentsimply divine http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pi-Cee/1224529/ Love in lifeour paradisewhere bright red rosesbloom in the sun's rise http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pi-Cee/1224527/ You're feelingsthat become minethrough your verseMy love,you give to me the breaththat pumps my lungsand for my heart providesthe beat that pounds for you to hearjust so. For my own wordsare only but a glow givenby the dust of your starry self. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pi-Cee/1224520/ The perfect temperature for my nameis the same of the air that is your breathin a coffee shop, where our eyes meetfor the first time. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pi-Cee/1224516/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pi-Cee/1224510/ You walk into a coffee shop, sit down across the friend you said you'd meet. A friend you might like to pursue something more with, but at the present moment you don't have enough knowledge about this person though you have quite a many, and some conflicting, assumptions. Assume you two are on .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pi-Cee/1220066/ I'll be honest, if I could change my past I would. I would've made better decision when I was a kid and my life glanced through hell for a bit. But I can't, and to continue the roll of honesty, right now I am happy. Right now the way I feel, the giddiness I get when I make it up early enough for a b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pi-Cee/1215442/ Her eyes appear like glass. Reflecting the light like so. The star of my thoughts, that twinkle in and out of a much bigger and far away sky of some distant untouchable world. This girl, with golden hair in the sun's grace, a survivor of a cruel and cold world that only had a small candle .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pi-Cee/1186843/ Bloomed red roseswhite lies A picket fence around my dreamslove in boxeswild scenes http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pi-Cee/1180475/  Whisper to meour story of loveso so very far from any kind of fairy tale Whisper to meof usand our futureand our future's past Whisper to meof the starsin our eyesand of the growing acheto keep each other alive  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pi-Cee/1180415/ You showed mehow to feelyouwhen youlooked atme How your eyes gently wound themselvesdown my curvesacross my neckcaressing my lipshow you found everythingsoftand warm You made me feelthe loving touchof a manwho didn't know he knewhow to love .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pi-Cee/1180413/  The romantic air is gone now from my lips.Until the next timelove will not find me a vessel.   http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pi-Cee/1178789/      Passing through the crowds, a faceless face that blends in with the gray of nothing everbody sees but doesn't notice. Silent dreams cry forth from the mouth of the very real fiction filled person. A little boy, caught in the stars of books in the back of every mind he reads... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pi-Cee/1171930/ The light's coming through the window, angling down throw the blinds, through the black lace thrown up as curtains. The bed curved down with her weight, her legs drawn under her. Thoughts and music notes float in and around her mind. The golden light through the window lighting her hair in a perfect.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pi-Cee/1161242/ I like the spacebeside the pageout in the airopen thoughtsunrelatedand disconnectedfrom the rest of the thoughtsupon the page http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pi-Cee/1159489/ On a desk, scrawled into paperare the hopes and dreamsof a lost little girl.Her tears make treeswith the roots blowingand swaying in a breeze.On a heart, etched deepinto a lover's last chordis a hopeand a dreamof a lost little girl. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pi-Cee/1159471/ Just a broken recordyou've heard it all just spinning aroundnot gaining any ground http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pi-Cee/1154790/ You have moments, when the sun beaks across the horizon of discovery. When the light, gorgeous bronze light, shines and shimmers through your thoughts and you realize, you could someday be happy. Someday, when that light gracefully dances through your thoughts, in specific seconds, you'll lean back .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pi-Cee/1154621/ Random rant of the day. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pi-Cee/1154618/ I fall among the broken starsand dimming heartsWhispering alone to the disappearing nightwishing my love all awayfor the chance ofbeauty's might.I fall among the thrown out trashrightly among its stenchBurying body and soulin all of life'smistrust.I fall among the broken starsand dimming heartsof so.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pi-Cee/1153076/ Star lightstars brightmake me somethingbeautifulto hold ontoevery night http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pi-Cee/1153072/ You will live onin every dying breathof every special personyou'llever love http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pi-Cee/1153070/ One day, you'll find a soft whisper in the winda sparkling light in somebody's smiling eyesthat points to you,and finds youin all honestyand in all faithand makes you see somebodyin their smile and in their eyessomebodyyou've long forgottenin everythingbut your heart. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pi-Cee/1153068/ And you're, hereand I'm, thereAnd our smiles find the light in our eyes and your touch finds mineand the sun, ablazeand the moon, so blueAnd our hearts, beating, so freeand our breath mingling close for its warmthAnd your hand, so very real under mineand your smile, so very bright to my eyesAnd our .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pi-Cee/1153067/ "I'm sorry" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pi-Cee/1132439/ You bury your life in make-believe,in words and visions,and far away dreams Little girl,you can't possibly see,alone in the worldof freedom and need Little boy, you can't be shythe world won't let youif you want to fly high You bury your life of captu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pi-Cee/1132330/ For another,they could neverlove me likeyoudo. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pi-Cee/1131496/ "We have forever""Where'd that come from?""The nowhere that is my brain""Alright then""I was just thinking about paper and linesand how people write out their whole livesand then they live on in the thoughtsof the people who've read them,making references to idea and essence of the person.In that wa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pi-Cee/1128639/