http://slow.writerscafe.org/Hannah%20Tongco The original writings of author hkpt08 en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776041582 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Gathering dust, I stand side by side With those like me you refuse to see. Past memories, in me, abide. Still I wait patiently. Remembering those times I captured a smile On your now so sullen face, Images you once deemed worthwhile Now preparing to vanish without .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hannah-Tongco/1247683/ I have a sister, named Katie.She sees in color, in rainbows.In her eyes, the world is a beautiful, flawless place.  She brags of this little universe only she understandsWhere unicorns run wild and houses are made of candy.People say children like her are put on earth by mistakeBut I say s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hannah-Tongco/1170709/ The eve before my sixteenth birthday passed by quicker than I would’ve thought. As expected, Jason came early to help me decorate the house. I found myself smiling while I swept the floor in preparation for the party. So, this is it. I’m finally sixteen.I’m finally a woman... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hannah-Tongco/1155057/ Staying completely frozen on my swing seat, I felt fresh tears fall from my eyes. When I regained control of my emotions, I reached for my purse and took out my wallet. Inside was a picture of us that was taken years and years ago. Our last picture together. I remember the day this picture was taken.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hannah-Tongco/1155056/ Never have I seen such intense passion.No words can describe my awe at his art.He plays his music in such a fashionEnough to captivate anyone's heart.Whenever he begins to sing a song,Everyone gathers around to listen.Near his instruments is where he belongs,His heart beating its own g.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hannah-Tongco/1154942/ The grass feels so warm beneathmy feet. But even this little pleasure can’t bring back the warmth I feltwhenever I was around him. His very presence made me feel all fuzzy inside. Ialways long for him, especially now that I’m here in our most favorite place inthe whole world... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hannah-Tongco/954807/ Not much has changed since I lastsaw this place. The tall trees I used to rest under when I got tired playingare still there. The warm green grass I used to lie around in, still there! Thebenches, the slide, the monkey bars! They’re all still there! And then itcaught my eye. THE SW.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hannah-Tongco/954806/ A tragic love story http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hannah-Tongco/954805/ The term “blood is thicker than water” doesn’t seem to apply to Marriane who mercilessly attacked her brother Richard with a broom. And he counterattacked with a swift hit of the dust pan. The top part bounced harmlessly off her head and she laughed with a crazy look in her.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hannah-Tongco/954798/ Loved you from the first time I saw you,And I’ll love you ‘til the day I die;Still dreaming we’d both say “I do”On the day that I’d walk down the aisle Loved you through all the happy moments,And cried by your side through the sadFor only you made my once-clo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hannah-Tongco/763772/ I act like everything’s okay.I sing, I laugh, I smile every day.I take my emotions and store them awayBecause I know it’s better that way. I may look like I have no fearI can always hold back a tearI know, to you, it may seem queerBut I’m not always how I appear In the si.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hannah-Tongco/763770/ You're my wildest fantasy,A romance that could never be,The sweetest dream I've ever had,One little smile can drive me mad. You seem to take my breath awayEvery time you come my wayI know you barely know I’m hereBut it’s alright, I won’t shed a tear I know I’m not t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hannah-Tongco/763769/ A Christian poem... ♥ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hannah-Tongco/762632/ Something doesn’t feel so rightI see you even when you’re out of sight,It’s hard to breathe but I don’t careAn illness like this is, indeed, very rare. Every time I go anywhere,The sound of your voice fills the air,And every word you say, which is a work of art,Seems to .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hannah-Tongco/762630/ In the middle of the sidewalk he stands,And there, clutched carefully in his callused hands,The little stringed instrument that always makes me singHis beautiful, wooden violin Every little note that you’d hear him playWould make you want to dance and swayYou’d tap your toes to the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hannah-Tongco/762629/