http://slow.writerscafe.org/Amymarlice13 The original writings of author Riley Mistwood en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776003205 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The warmth escapes your fingertips to linger on my rosy lips.  your eyes stare deep into my soulyour love for me begins to growi lay my head upon your chesti shut my eyes, begin to restdreams of love and happinessdrift across the emptiness of space and time and in betweena love like ours is rar.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Amymarlice13/1147716/ Stay and wait through the rainThe cold chill entering my veinsLonging for days of summer sunThe days when you and I were oneI sit here now my head bowed down, my eyes shut tightas I listen to the haunting nightA black bird comes to perch beside my corpse which once was so alive and full of love.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Amymarlice13/1145090/ something that just came to me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Amymarlice13/1141193/ Work in progress http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Amymarlice13/1141172/ In a field of rainbowsthree Princess' will playThe sun is slowly risingas night turns into dayBeautiful flowers adorn their shinning hairthe sweet scent of innocence drifting through the air.Rosy lips are smilingeyes as bright as starsThey dance and sing through the fieldwhere all the flowers arethe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Amymarlice13/1079638/ Where your footsteps treadpoison spews from your mouth your soul is black and deadevil thoughts swirling in your head those who you touch are dragged into hellthier voices muted so they can not yell thier insides rot as thier bodies dropbecoming useless and frail emptiness flows .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Amymarlice13/1075766/ The icy water is at my back,there are Lillies in my hair.I'am floating down this river,the river of despair. There's no one here to save meand now it is too late.Im floating down this river, in time I'll meet the FatesMy fingers are so cold,my lips have turned to blue.My heart will soon st.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Amymarlice13/1074671/ Upon her work table there is a boxwiith needles and thread and a rusty lock Remembering the conversations they have hadthe hurtful words that stung so bad The broken heart and fractured mindall those words had left behind  She starts to work so feverishlyupon her brand new master.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Amymarlice13/1072770/ Here comes the tiny painterthe buckets in her hand.Her raven hair is flowingas waves crash on the land. her tiny toes are spreading upon the beaches sand. she reaches high into the skyto paint the pale moonlight.then over to the velvet blueto paint the stars so bright.&nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Amymarlice13/1072666/ Upon this mound of books I stand.A Queen of the grandest land.  A crown of words adorns my headand in my hand the mighty penThe slayer of the bravest men Inside my mind a key I holdto unlock stories yet untold Oh what wonders lay aheadtucked away inside my head My hands create a .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Amymarlice13/1072190/ For my dearest ValentineTo you I give this heart of mine. I've cut it out so carefully, for you and all the world to see. It has a few old scars and stings,and holes where once there were tiny strings.  I've placed it in this wooden box, a perfect bow which sits a top th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Amymarlice13/1071967/  Excerpt from Amy Gonzalez' Art Assignment 6-07-2009 ENC-1101 A pale, almost white moon illuminates the sea and sets the stage for a dance upon the deep green grassy shore. Moving to a melody only the painter can hear, the circle of figures.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Amymarlice13/1070929/ When I was a little girl my mother used to say “You remind me too much of myself, don’t be like me.” In my mind I always thought there was no one else I would rather grow up to be like. I never understood why my mother would say such a thing. She was my protector, my healer, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Amymarlice13/1070903/ This poem is unfinished. I would like to add more to it at some point http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Amymarlice13/1070763/ rough draft. lots of errors. still needs major tweaking but I wanted some opinions of it so far" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Amymarlice13/1069445/ Cold hands grab me from bellowpulling, clawing, tearing at my soul.Air escapes my lungs upon my chest a thousand tons I kick and writhe to reach the lightbut in the end a loosing fight.I sink now to the depths below watching as the darkness grows My body grows still and in the dark th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Amymarlice13/1069087/ Cauldron's boiling Fire's burning Smoke is slowly twisting,turning A pinch of this, a dash of that Upon my head, a withces hat I close my eyes as magick flows Around me quick the darkness grows Ancient words escape my lips The power of my soul it grips Shallow breaths escape me now Beads o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Amymarlice13/1068859/