http://slow.writerscafe.org/TruKnight The original writings of author Aislinn Gryffin ((Ashes)) en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775982294 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15      http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TruKnight/787879/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TruKnight/787877/ August 23, 2011 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TruKnight/785873/ Chapter Two      Locke froze as the girl twitched in her sleep. He had followed her from the market almost unconsciously and was crouching, arm outstretched toward a crate beside the pile of blankets. The comb was in his hand. He set it carefully on top of her pack a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TruKnight/726475/ Chapter One     A light was left on in the east wing of the Castle Qent, flickering guiltily on the desk of the Princess Lenetta. She was writing frantically, her quill pen scratching across the page. The writing was spidery, as was Lennetta herself, being an unusually tall.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TruKnight/726471/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TruKnight/726469/ “A knight in armour white,” says he,Beginning his spinning of a tale,but from the back there comes a cry, loud and dark and black as night.“Lies, lies,” proclaimed I,“A fairytale indeed sir, not a tale we wish for,but the little white lies of a child’s t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TruKnight/705202/ DO YOU KNOW ME?DO YOU REMEMBER WHAT YOU DiD?i rememberi will always rememberi can never forgetso nowiwillbethe echoing voice that makes you dreadthe phantom that wishes you were deadthe smoking gun pointing to your headnever forget never forgetthe stain on your shirt th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TruKnight/690422/ Broken toybroken toyyou look so whole from outsidebut when i shake youbroken glass rattles insideand cuts youno one will want you nowdon't you knownow that they have broken you for goodno one will love youmy dearbroken toy http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TruKnight/690365/ A tear is slipping from my eyedon't crydon't cryit's what he wantsi'm watching you from high abovewhat's your nameyou look so familiarmy darlingdon't i know youlittle dearclose your eyesand it'll be over soonjust float awaylike melike meuntil you feel nothingbe noth.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TruKnight/690363/ You are callingright beside meyet so far away.It is hard to staywhen my mind is Elsewherefollowing a trailto Neverland.Who am i and who i amare lost in a timei do not knowi do not know.i only know i am tryingto stay herebut i am never sure i canwhen this mood hitsan.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TruKnight/690361/ The light is left on in the windowbut i know there is no one home.Are you searching for me?You aretrying to hold me but i'm slipping awayeven as you lay sleepingi fadeinto the black shadow from whence i came.Here is a place i will never belong,There is no place i will ever belong.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TruKnight/690360/ Name:   Age:   Height:   Build:Eyes:   Hair: Scars:   Piercings:   Tattoos:Favorite clothing style/outfit:Defining gestures/movements:Things about appearance they would like to change:Speaking style:   Pet peeves:Fondest memory:.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TruKnight/613581/ You think you see her right beside youbut she is never there.She sits on a planet up highin the velvet sky.You think you see her smiling widebut it never is actually there.That smile is just a mask she wearsto hide what she really feels.You think she's just a little slowwhenever sh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TruKnight/613316/ my chest hurts under the weightof memories everyone wants to forgetmy mind hurts from the questionsi have to always ask myself to make surei appear 'normal' like youmy face itches from the maski've pasted over my featuresand hidden myself too wellnone of you believe meor maybe you .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TruKnight/613310/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TruKnight/605787/ porcelaintranslucent starshe kisses smoke ghostsfoolishly longingfor one who once devoured poetryin firedance decaywith a secret blazefrom the blazing shining needleof the wild young sister universeand under a velvet skytry to forgetthe rhythm of yesterday http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TruKnight/605757/ ~a challenge from John Stussy. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TruKnight/605096/ i live in a city that has only threecolors: dust and rust and greenmetal skeletons rise highagainst a rusty skywhile we live in a communitybelowi wonder what they lived likei find books and photosbut i still don't understandthe words speak of a thingcalled lovethat people marri.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TruKnight/605001/ i am twistedmetalbut i hold ittogetherfor people like youwho take mefor grantedand usestaples instead http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TruKnight/604978/ a painting falls from the wallas the books rain off the shelvesall the lights go dimand the flame flickers outthat's when she revealsherself to meshe's a faded beautylittle Suzannewith long platinum hairher nightgown must bea hand-me-downas it trails along the floorshe c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TruKnight/604973/ to Rem http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TruKnight/604968/ A short poem for my Twin http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TruKnight/604962/ bittersweet poisonbleeding heartbreak it tryingto kill me from insidelike a parasite... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TruKnight/604943/ Smokey blue-grey butterfliessmoulder in his eyes,while magic flutters and flitson his fingertips. The art that becomes him sois wonderous to know,like the music that he playswhile i dance and sway. The angel never lies to mebecause he cannot speak,and he is never fa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TruKnight/604695/ she sings into her hairbrush in the middle of the nightand dances in the thunderstormwhen clouds blot out the lightshe doesn't feel embarrassedand she never feels ashamedher name is Hazel Raeand she never will be tamed http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TruKnight/604574/ Stab meCut meCurse meBurn me Stab a knife in my backCut me to the boneHex me all you likeBurn me into ashes i like to watch youwatch me bleedi love to watch youtry to hurt me Bury a sword deep in my chestbut i won't diei won't dieBecause that's not .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TruKnight/604265/ You say you love us bothYou say you hate us both You write poems for her to make her smileYou write poems for me to make me cry An eye for an eye leaves the whole world blindAnd a life is a life is a life  i tried to write what you mean to mebut i think i forg.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TruKnight/604071/ Sometimes it feels so hard for me to breathe...Sometimes it seems like i'm the only one...Sometimes i realize nobody gets me...And sometimes i think about my life without me... You think that i'm acting...outYou think i'm wanting...attentionYou think i'm just like everyone el.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TruKnight/602097/      http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TruKnight/599950/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TruKnight/596515/      i am the silence. i am the shadow. i am the cool morning, when you walk in the grass and feel the dew on your feet. i am the twilight, when the first stars begin to wink in a velvet sky. i am elusive moonlight; i will not be captured.        i am.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TruKnight/592907/      Antoinette and i left the next morning. We had to get as far away from Clearebrooke as we could. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TruKnight/589036/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TruKnight/585101/ Otro poema en Espanol. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TruKnight/582193/ Mi amigo...Es una luzen un mundo de la oscuridad.Es una razonpara mantener vivir.Es muy importante a mí como alguien yo puedo hablar con.Es una pierda de adherirse a cuando todo falla...y te amo con todo mi corazon.Muchos gracias, my amigo...Para todo. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TruKnight/581729/ About a girl at my school... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TruKnight/581708/      She was underneath the overpass, sitting on a crate, smoking a cigarette. Her black bangs covered one eye. There used to be a road there, but it closed for some reason, i guessed. i was taking a walk. it was around nine o'clock that night. She nodded to me.  &nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TruKnight/574229/      The apartment over Danny's garage was fairly small, but comfortable. it was sort of laid out like a motel room, with a small kitchen and a bathroom off the main room, which had a king-sized bed, a TV, and a couple chairs. i had brought my two duffel bags, but didn't unpack. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TruKnight/573606/      i had grabbed all the canned goods from the pantry and put them in two large yellow recycling bins in the passenger seat floorboard of Kimber, one on top of the other. i stopped by a WalMart about a mile from my house, sat in the parking lot for a couple minutes wr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TruKnight/572702/ A poem inspired by something one of my close friends said. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TruKnight/572193/ Tonight the stars seem so close to meTonight just maybe i can reach them  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TruKnight/570207/ Blue-winged butterflies,from my sapphire tears,carry me away tosomewhere far from here. But everywhere i go,everyone's the same,choking me in smokey memoriesand a fog of pain. My scars are like a tall brick wall,keeping me from sight,my wings hang broken on my back.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TruKnight/569964/ First two verses of a song my Twin wrote. =) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TruKnight/568611/      i will never forget that day. it was a Wednesday. i was in Mr. Browning's class, laughing with Ant, Artyem, and Lena. Alanna hadn't been there all week because she'd gotten strep throat the weekend before. Artyem was drawing his usual sketches of weapons he was designing, Le.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TruKnight/567774/      The next three weeks went by in a rush of Trig homework, art experimenting, hanging and laughing with my new friends, and passing notes with Artyem. By the end of the week, Lena, Artyem, Alanna, and i realized we were just about the only ones in our art class who were s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TruKnight/565821/ it's silverthe harmonicaand the light spins off its surfaceas she tosses it into the airand catches itover and over againrememberinga little boyher first kissand her "boyfriend"for three yearskindergarten to third gradethat was years and years agobut she still remembersso.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TruKnight/563911/ Feel the floor rushing under youas you make your own breeze,with a star on your helmet andpads on your elbows and knees.   http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TruKnight/560863/      The next morning was pretty much a repeat of the one before. i got up, took a shower, got dressed, and headed to Sonic. i went through homeroom - English 4 Honors since i was too lazy to take AP English, second period - Life Management, and third period - Trig.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TruKnight/559790/      The internet cafe was not as busy at night, and tonight there was just me and the other regulars. i waved and smiled hello to Johnny, who worked the night shift and was wiping down the counter.      "The usual???"     "Yep." i gave.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TruKnight/559352/