http://slow.writerscafe.org/vamp1r3h3art The original writings of author Vampire Heart en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776036105 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Lost wishes float like stars across the skyfallen dreams and cracked mirrorsdisguise the plague that little girls crybetween the faerie tale lies and glistening dreamswhere life remains in-betweenIt is here that we find solacewhen the words speak of soft consolinghues of blues and pi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/vamp1r3h3art/247805/  Drifting tides of life shift with silver moonbreaking waves, like tears, against such sharp rocks,rhythmic crescendo, universal tune.Cosmic revelations singing song knocks upon the door where comets do zoom, crossthe vast twilight expanse of night’s bloomingvisions o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/vamp1r3h3art/247802/  Big Brother, they watchus like ants under a scopetwiddling awayour dreams in rotting decaywhilst their pockets they do line with hard earned cash thatcomes stolen as earmarked porkbellies hidden trashbetween the lines of emptywords lazily tossed out there http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/vamp1r3h3art/247801/  awash in silver lightluminaries swirling brightlinger there upon the waterbetween the shadows they do barternight and day shifting in shadowlingering there tiny points of light aglowexquisitely they dance and the moon daresthem to shed their corporeal cares twilight sh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/vamp1r3h3art/246871/  Show me the way through the shadows,you know the ones,where the light barely penetrates.Milky and black like onyx rain fallingdown there by the window pane. Show me the way through to the light,where life shines so very bright. I want to walk along the sunlit shor.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/vamp1r3h3art/246870/ Shadowed insidelost to the great dividewhat once was cherishednow disheveled and perished Love is a strange thing like thatleaves you begging and screaming like a prattwhile the ache devours youalive and leaves you feeling oh so blue There is nothing one can saynothin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/vamp1r3h3art/246813/  This path in front of mewhere does it lead? Off to the left it winds,a precarious thing and thenshifts slowly towards the rightwhere trees bloom brightand birds sing their faint songbehind foliage of green. Before I know it there is a drop,I am tumbling rapidl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/vamp1r3h3art/246811/