http://slow.writerscafe.org/buhbonka The original writings of author becca en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776245742 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 A beautiful untouched soulGraced with the looks of an angel and heart of a saintTainted by his tormenter meant to guard himThen cast his maker away of his own volitionForced to pay for the choice he has madeHeaven crumbles below his feet faster than he can rebuildCasted out of heaven by his tormento.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/buhbonka/2767368/ i wrote this in july of 2020, it was a very rough time for me and this poem was means of coping with what had happened between me and my ex. i hope you enjoy the emotion in it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/buhbonka/2767367/ a very short poem in relation to my drug addiction http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/buhbonka/2767366/ you’ve seen the effect you haveyou are not someone i take lightlyno, no, something much moresomething of a burdennot in a way one would think, of course noti know that if i continue to roam this world without youlife will lose it’s colors yet again with little lefti believe you see yours.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/buhbonka/2468157/ This is one of those letters that you write but don't send. Love is a very delicate thing and something I wish I didn't indulge on. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/buhbonka/2461138/ I think the writing speaks for itself, I hope. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/buhbonka/2176223/ Based on a true story B) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/buhbonka/2175717/ Answering the question of what love is, in my own words of course. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/buhbonka/2169023/ I long for a soundOne that is distant but near; calling my name.I’ve heard it a million times,It swirls in my deepest chasms and swallows my heart whole.The pain is music and the orchestra comes alive when it’s closer,Closer…I wish we were still closer.I can sing and play to my he.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/buhbonka/2168877/ You ask why you’ve been wronged,You ask why I have done this,You even go as far as to ask, “Why are you acting like this?”The reasons a soul goes sour are plentiful,My answers lay deep within my being,Something not even a heathen could scour dusty dark caverns to find.I wish I coul.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/buhbonka/2168856/ nothing could prepare me for thisthe winds used to sway around the treesthe breeze was music to my earsit followed me sweetly through the rhythmthe wind is quietit used to flow around my fingertipsa cool feeling surrounded my limbsconsuming mekeeping me safeit guided mei've lost my compassmaybe that.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/buhbonka/2168827/ A short poem detailing the loss of a long-distance yet wholesome love. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/buhbonka/2168799/ This poem, while it has no rhyme scheme, tells the story of love from the perspective of seemingly losing a soulmate. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/buhbonka/2168797/ This short story is somewhat based on real life. I feel that to properly "move on", trying to make up a second perspective or accurately portray one would be helpful to truly make sense of it all. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/buhbonka/2168785/