http://slow.writerscafe.org/RadioLoveScene The original writings of author Mae-Alice en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776229360 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Angels don't compare to the beautyroses bow at her feetmountians tumble in her breaththe sun continously shines in her presenceFor she is beautifulwith dark locks of pefect hairFor she is the heavens come to down to show the rumors are trueAnd we shall kneel in the presence of a goddess with.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RadioLoveScene/795824/ when you were a child did you believe your nightmares?the ones your parents taught to youor the ones you found in your own mindI believed my nightmaresthey were infact trutheach night I laid me down to sleep to find some one awakening meeach night my head went down to dream and awoke unt.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RadioLoveScene/795823/ Systematically.I am driven into the ocean.into insanity.It is fate in which the trust is put?A fate that slips away?That allows fears to conquer.Replacing all hope or love.The fear of living,dying,loving.Fearing all who are near.Hyperventalating.In OutInOutTry to slow itbut there's the shakingthe sh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RadioLoveScene/795070/ there is a treethat has fallenin this stormits leaves deadyet still beautifullying all aroundbut with each treethat fallsin this old forestit seemsthat my eyes open http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RadioLoveScene/795064/ to find a love so truewould be so fineman or womanis not what lies in waitjust that feelingso rightto make my heart flutter at the mention of your name http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RadioLoveScene/795063/ He looks down at his weeping loverstares at the tears cascading from her reddened eyes                    what has he done to cause so much pain?       &.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RadioLoveScene/795062/ I find safety in the arms of this madmanhis terror appealing in my eyesthe fear that is stricken when he walks into a roomit islike the feeling a bulimic gets when she wastes her meal to the toiletor a cutterwhen he sees the blood he has drawn with the blademy lovermy self mutilationhe is a releasew.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RadioLoveScene/492129/ see your eyes, a dull gray-blue, glossy with the signs of a drunken foolsmell the alcohol on your breath taste it in you spit, so strong it makes me dizzyyou touch my hand, hold it tightas we listen to the numbers counted down10...9...8...7...6...5...4...3...2...1...Happy New Year!it's been eight lo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RadioLoveScene/492121/ to belong to someone    or something    or someplace    or sometimeis one thing each of us long forwe have fallen into trapsand stereotypes of humanityeach of us a shapeor soulno longer our ownshovedforcedpushedpulledtossedinto a mold many can never fitlo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RadioLoveScene/492116/ February 18th, 2006 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RadioLoveScene/492111/ February 10th, 2006 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RadioLoveScene/492107/