http://slow.writerscafe.org/MadamTyra The original writings of author BlackHeart en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776012901 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 these poems are from my one eternal love to me http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MadamTyra/464848/ i feel this tugeing at my soul like a child tugs at it's mothers hand it comes from deep within and comes out like air in a flat balloon i see u sit there in your world of games then on nights when the games arent fulfilling you drink from the magic elixer and i of course am not a lust for your grac.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MadamTyra/460296/ - she sits in her throne with gold writeing on the top it reads "QueenTyra" the black throne with a red cushion on the back as on the bottom it is black with small gold crowns on the top  she sits there looking in the goblet she whispers - i nee.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MadamTyra/456900/ "Human life consists in mutual service. No grief, pain, misfortune, or "broken heart," is excuse for cutting off one's life while any power of service remains. But when all usefulness is over, when one is assured of an unavoidable and imminent death, it is the simplest of human rights.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MadamTyra/456852/ -i am walking down a long hallway the lights seem to be on in some places and off in others there are two bathrooms on either side one says evil and one says good i go to the evil side i step in and say "hello!! is anyone there?" no answer and as i turn to leave i think that i see somethin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MadamTyra/456849/ this was for my friend i miss him alot he got in a car accident he died at the hospital i dedicate this to him http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MadamTyra/456847/ i dont know why but this darkness that i sit is finally making me feel worthless i cant look at myself for the face that i once had is no longer there i walk alone thru the woods the demons bow at my feet but why i am not worthy of such kindness i get to my castle i sit in my room curled up in the c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MadamTyra/456844/ a poem by me http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MadamTyra/456842/