http://slow.writerscafe.org/KohleenLyons The original writings of author Kohleen en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776105058 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Cover the windows.Close the door;Seal it shut. Blow out the candles; Take away the flame. Make it dark.Dark. Unseeing.Gone.Then stop, Listen.Whisper with me; Hear our voices Speaking to the silence- Raw. Open. Alive.It’s me. I’m here. A shadow. A caress. A gentle breeze On the st.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KohleenLyons/1175176/ To all those who read and enjoyed my story Lost Boy, here's a little sequel for ya :) I hope you enjoy it. Haha I love all of you and have a wonderful day! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KohleenLyons/1161235/ I want a marvelous dance in the moonlight,A magical swim in the starlight,A warm slumber where there is no flight.With you, my love, I'd spend all nightJust breathing and needingOnly each other as we stare at our eye's light.Tonight I feel lovely, so lovely indeed;I've realized you're the only thing.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KohleenLyons/1159360/ I’m an ancient wooden puppet dollAnd will never cease to beA dummy dancing on the popper’s knee. Words are written on my lovely lipPoems, sonnets, jokes, and songs,All as strong as winter’s silent nip.Limbs attached to iron strings,Moving with cracking wrist;Strings that always see.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KohleenLyons/1142358/ Things don’t always go the way we want them to. And sometimes, they veer so far off trackthey don’t ever return to what we once thought they were. Beliefs, points of view, dreams -all change within a person’s mind.Each one becoming distorted whether for good or for bad. We can&rsqu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KohleenLyons/1092471/ When a butterly is created,does the catipillar die?I know, in science, they are one;destined to live togetherforever.But when one leaves,and one comes forth,does that dying creaturehave to give up it's lifeto help the first one trapped?The catipillar,if this theory proved true,would be a selflessher.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KohleenLyons/1073594/ Lol It's kinda creepy and I'm not quite sure where it came from.. but check it out anyway and if you like it review it :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KohleenLyons/1042465/ Max is done, he can deal with no more abuse, no more neglect. And so, he deceides to fix the problem. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KohleenLyons/1041045/ I spin around, gravel crunchingunder my heavy riding boots.The dense darkness encases anythingworth seeing as lurking danger.Twigs snap and I whirl only to see a glimpseof what preditor is prowling among the shadows of which is its only sanctuary. Another rustle in the leaves draws my mindto the oth.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KohleenLyons/1039066/ Those storms that lurk like quiet waves a furry over the distant hilltops know not what power truly rests in their hands. They breath but do not think. They rave but do not perceive. Clouds linger in every corner, ready to crack and break everything that dares to cross their path. You must know that.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KohleenLyons/1032209/             Riding down the gravel roads with a girl on the back of my motorcycle, clinging to my waist, I ponder how it would feel to simply drive head on into the curve of one of the numerous pines whipping past. If I were to go fast enough, s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KohleenLyons/1021174/ Drunk on love and drunk on hateI don’t think I can compensateFor all the things you have done,For everything that has begun.Lies so great they scream and shout,Faces so afraid they cry and pout.Drinking from the liquor bottleReady to drive and push the throttle.Leaves of green whip past my eye.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KohleenLyons/1021074/ a definite play off of little red riding hood. I know it's a little long but if you hold on I'm sure it'll be good. .. at least I hope so haha http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KohleenLyons/1019052/ Standing in a driftless breeze,Watching every snowflake freeze,Your stormy eyes come to my mindAnd worn out memories is what I find.Gentle kisses in candle light,Whispered words in darkened night.Laughture as the summers spent,Dying when my time was bent.Songs did play, robbed in white,Lying still i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KohleenLyons/1018835/ A gypsy wanders the earth in time,A poet wonders in endless rhyme.A singer listens to all the notes,A polititian watches all the votes.So many people who live their life,Each and every one with their own little strife. An artist draws outside the lines,The lost put up all the signs.A breaker breaks .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KohleenLyons/1018827/ Speak to the wind that howls and the water that raves,Speak to the lonely and to that which braves.Climb the mountains, shout your name,Whisper with the forgotten, it's all the same. A voice is what you need but if withoutAll you need to do is never doubt. The world will hear you if you believe,The .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KohleenLyons/1018604/ inspired by What Makes Us Girls by Lana Del Rey http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KohleenLyons/1018546/ I could have done better than this,I know, but I couldn’t resist. Your love was what did tempt,dreams of you my mind often dreamt.Now I know you’re all I lost.My heart, my love, will pay the cost. Through the woods my feet do runinto the newly golden, fading sun.To the edge, the edge of .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KohleenLyons/1016973/ There are three things I need to tell you. Three things that have become an unwelcome part of my reality. These things make who I am somebody I never wanted to be. And if I could only make them untrue, I’d give up anything.    1) You get desperate sometimes. And desperation can .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KohleenLyons/1016769/ Wrote it durring english class last year, theme was supposed to be betrayal. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KohleenLyons/1016561/ The trees, they standTall and windingThe grass, it flowsSoft and shiningBirds do singIn amber lightSeeing loveAnd taking flightDusk will comeTo drink the sunStars burst outAnd take to runMy sleepy eyesDo slowely closeOnly to findOne more rose http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KohleenLyons/1016498/ After Tristan, I tried to change who I was. I stole a boat from the village's army and sailed out into the great water. Alone. Without a soul to harm. I tried to block out the voices, the faces, but without anywhere to sign them off - no life except waves and water - they only grew greater, denser i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KohleenLyons/1016492/ For those consumed by my faint kiss there is no after. They do not return to my mind to be placed among the living things of this earth. Those that touch their lips to mine are simply no more. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KohleenLyons/1016491/ 1004 ~A kiss was all it took. One kiss from my lips to destroy lovely Tristan's youthful shine. I did not know, was not told by those of my nativity that my loving touch would drag one down to the depths of my minds despair. I was not told that the web of darkness lacing my veins would consume my lo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KohleenLyons/1016490/ 1004 ~Kind and gentle he was. Speaking his name in the days that were filled me with a joy that had not seen my heart in the years since my beginning. A stable boy, all tall and light, contrasted beautifully with my strikingly dark features. To talk so freely with him dulled the noise constantly hum.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KohleenLyons/1016487/ 1004 ~ A commoner is what I was, A simple pretty girl who mended the clothes of those coming from battles too ghastly for a mere maiden. I lived the wars anyway, despite my lack of presence. In my head. I heard the voices of all those slain by aggressions hand. I heard the men who not long before sp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KohleenLyons/1016486/ 1004 ~The age of the Vikings. A dirty, ruthless age, one that I have come to love and hate. Love, because for the first time, I realized there was more to life than death. I realized that I could feel emotion other than pity for those traveling through me. Hate, because for the first time, I realize.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KohleenLyons/1016485/ Despite my years spent surrounded by the blanket of death I am subjected to endure, I have lived enough of life to know love. Love, it is a tricky thing; much different for someone like me. For i am cursed with a heart of tragedy and lips of grave. It is few, the men who have captured my thoughts, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KohleenLyons/1016484/ Let me sign, they ask. And through the chaos of noise clouding my head i will hear a voice that is ready and whisper back to it yes, you may go, guiding it to the new source that is ready to hold its weight.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KohleenLyons/1016483/ It is a tireless game I play. Searching, always searching for the benefit of those who may no longer walk freely. That is what they ask of me, that is what I am bound to do. When a person’s mundan vessel expires, the essence that is who they truly are comes to me. And I, I bind them to what e.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KohleenLyons/1016482/ My face has seen many names in term. And many faces have known my name. Too many tongues have rolled my call from their lips; careless, unwitted. There are only a just few who know my name in life and speak it with integrity, virtue.It is those few who now speak with gentle voices to me, and those f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KohleenLyons/1016481/ Seventeen is how old I am. Seventeen yet five thousand and three. To have a job like this, to have a job like me, can make one age to no extent. -Though beauty stays to wash my face of which I welcome. A beauty to cover up the old and worn that would so surly protrude without disguise. -To live eter.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KohleenLyons/1016480/ Just let me sign they say, in the bark of trees and on an evenings cool gentle breeze. Just let me sign they plead to me, in my head, singing a never ending song of sorrow. I can’t, not yet, not for you. Is all that I reply to them. It is not your time. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KohleenLyons/1016478/ My name is Jane. Jane Douven. And sitting here, staring at the empty air, I see once again all the faces staring back at me. There are millions of them, billions of them. Just watching. Just looking. Eyes so sad and disconnected. Faces lifeless, haunting. Oh so haunting. They speak, constantly, they.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KohleenLyons/1016477/ Death is great.We are his completely with laughing eyes.When we feel ourselves immersed in life,he dares to weepimmersed in us. ~ Rainer Maria Rilke, The Book of Images http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KohleenLyons/1016474/ Narrated by death herself. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KohleenLyons/1016472/ May 15, 2009 9 minutes earlier -“Bobby! Jesus are those gunshots?! Girl, I swear to God if you’re dead I’m gonna kill you!” Caroline’s voice is practically screaming through the small speaker, not helping my nerves a bit.“Caroline,” I say, hearing her soun.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KohleenLyons/1016466/ May 15, 2009 14 minutes earlier - After Sweepers claimed our house as safe and left in their black military jeeps, I am the first one to the phone hanging on the kitchen wall, dialing a number I’d memorized long ago. Each ring makes my heart skip a beat, my mind playing a scene in which Swe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KohleenLyons/1016464/ May 15, 2009It’s been three weeks since the walking dead epidemic exploded out into the public eye. 504 hours of chaos, confusion, and death. The president claims they have it under control; they’re only lying to themselves. The swell of zombies has spread like wildfire, already halfway .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KohleenLyons/1016459/ Yes, yes I am writing a book that includes zombies. Do not judge, just read and indulge youself into the mystery that is the Undead. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KohleenLyons/1016457/ Check out my photos page for a picture of Elsie!! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KohleenLyons/1016452/ Elsie Douver is a runner,a wanderer.At the age of 16,beautiful,abused Elsie walks away from the only home she's ever known in seach of something,anything better.Only to find how cruel the world can be http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KohleenLyons/1016448/