http://www.writerscafe.org/sweetieanna The original writings of author Lumière Déclinante en-us Copyright 2013 Aresta Enterprise LLC 1368932013 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The trouble is,I had always thought love was like fireworksIn brilliant colours, lighting the sky But with your ice blue eyes you creeped in so quietlyWarm, like a whisperYou held my heart for a little while.And I only felt the cold once you were gone. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/sweetieanna/1060502/ One April dayI bottled rainAnd on the street sold lemonade.It was by another nameBut tasted twice as sweet. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/sweetieanna/1041851/ Thanks to everyone so far :) http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/sweetieanna/1025730/ With thanks to Kristine http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/sweetieanna/1024617/ Look to the West and you will see redThe sky is on fire tonightAnd we will stare down at the passing of cloudsUntil embers fade from the light. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/sweetieanna/1023113/ One hundred thousand hot air balloonsMade of dazzling whiteDrift in eerie silencePinned against midnight Each pilot panic-strickenFor he cannot see the starsIt would be of great comfortIf each knew just what they are. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/sweetieanna/1022525/ A Raven with it's silver beakStreaks the sky with feathers sleekCatches northern winds and soarsBegins the game played with the weak. Never leaving deeds undoneWatches as the fieldmice runTalons of relentless steel Carries towards the setting sun. One shade darker than midnight skyGoe.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/sweetieanna/1022522/ Little did you knowThe silence meant 'I love you'Wind blew it away. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/sweetieanna/1020882/ For L. 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Arrogant?Or maybe just a fool.Who chose the highest tower.Who broke the golden rule. You come with your sword bared.You ride your mighty steedRead.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/sweetieanna/973842/ This is to my older brother, the pessimistic-a*****e whom I love with all my heart. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/sweetieanna/973841/ Back in the days when emotion could knock the wind outta me... http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/sweetieanna/971434/ So many things we must look at from a different perspective... http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/sweetieanna/970831/ For Devon. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/sweetieanna/970830/ Reason and Madness went for a walk in the dark,Searching for meaning, for light.Feeling along jagged walls, rough floorboards,Not knowing their lefts from their rights. "Madness" said Reason "we cannot give up.I no we'll find the exit soon."And this is how they spent many years.Lost, searc.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/sweetieanna/967153/ Run with me.In the Summer,Towards the westWhere the sun sets.In dry grass.In bare feet. Run with me.When the swallows return,In our white, cotton thingsWith the blue mountains behind usAnd the horizon ahead. Run with me.Until our cheeks burnAnd we fall to the groundAnd look up to a sk.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/sweetieanna/962031/ I can recognise your footsteps coming up the stairsAnd hear your quiet humming by the door.A smile appears, I say your name and go to see you thereAnd remember that you never are anymore. At night I feel your breathing and your body next to mineWhen its silent and there are no lights on.Then I .. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/sweetieanna/961040/ You said that when I miss youYou'll be there in my mindBut baby, by now you should know I dream in black and whiteSo how can I rememberThe exact shade of your eyesWhen, whenever I was with youI was too busy being blind. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/sweetieanna/960540/ She was an old soulWho loved the seaAnd at fifteenIt was beyond meHow she could stay that quiet. When she smiledIt looked likeShe was holding in a jokeAnd maybe she was. Her eyes were greyIn a beautiful wayLike when clouds turn a lavender-steel.And she'd blink at me, inquisitivleyThough, s.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/sweetieanna/960455/ Young love through shadows... http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/sweetieanna/960448/ We don't always have to let go of the bad memories. Sometimes, they make up a little peice of us that makes us stronger. Not failing... just gaining experience. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/sweetieanna/960114/ A conversation between two native american men. I was inspired by how they use nature to explain the problems and meaning of life. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/sweetieanna/959534/ A plea for help I give sometimes, before the glass becomes fogged again... http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/sweetieanna/959164/ War poem, sort of opens the eyes a bit. I hope http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/sweetieanna/959161/