http://slow.writerscafe.org/Miko-rei1992 The original writings of author Regan Meade en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776123324 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Liquid silver over black paintglazed over with taintMucking up what should have been a dreamChanging history time and again ripping the seam five words that should never have been spoken“Who is the fairest of them all?” Speak now, stay silent,It doesn’t matter now the dam.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Miko-rei1992/2118515/ How terrifying would it beto be locked in a room with your nightmare?Blue exaggerated eyes,Joker-esque grin,Deceptively bright colors of red and yellow,Pale chalk coated skin,Stop laughing,I’m not scared,This isn’t a joke,Not a single sighting within the last month,No crooked smiles from.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Miko-rei1992/1972944/ Bring. Bring. Bring.             Thatwas the sound that every teenager dreaded on an August morning. A hand reachedout from under a mountain of six pillow, grabbed the offending alarm and tossedit acro.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Miko-rei1992/1896460/ Share a smile http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Miko-rei1992/1896110/  What is the beginning?Not one person has ever agreed on how it started,Some say, that a mystical being was bored and created aflawed chess piece,Others,that it was science, organismsevolved from other organisms losing unnee.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Miko-rei1992/1895577/ Hate,Is it the dislike of someone different than you, Or is it the loathing of something simple like broccoli;And how it always gets stuck in the weird corner of your front tooth?Discrimination,Is it the hatred of someone of a different background;The extreme disinclination toward a different s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Miko-rei1992/1895575/ Watching her grow through pictures isn’t easy            The day she first smiled                        I was fighting with.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Miko-rei1992/1893836/  Blades Clash with tiny flares of angry heat            leaping fromone side to another,Blood is inevitable,            How muchdep.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Miko-rei1992/1892409/ okay so I randomly got this inspiration because of a random line that I thought of...these are more like lyrics rather than a poem but whose to say that lyrics aren't just really awesome poems? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Miko-rei1992/1342388/ This was inspired somewhat by the children's game http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Miko-rei1992/1340276/ A solitary figure among thetreesIgnores the on-goings around herNothing matters more than thebookWishing to be something elseFairytaleendings don't exist Fighting has started againObnoxious sounds risefrom their throats.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Miko-rei1992/1340258/ STARVATION A long time fast.LOVE A thing many believe to be a myth in the making.HATE Is all around us in  our very skin.COMPASSION Wraps arms around us in a blanket of comfort.DEATH Is inevitable.LIFE, Is preventable. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Miko-rei1992/766074/ A caged bird twitters,A little girl cries,A caged bird sings,A little girl hides,A caged bird dances,A little girl runs,A caged bird is silent,A little girl is gone,The caged bird hides,The little caged bird flies away,Two are reunitedHappiness is finally gained,Now they're able to live in perpetual.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Miko-rei1992/766072/ Leaves fall, wind spins, Sun rises, sun sets,New colors, old news,Chilly nights, chilly days,Pumpkin pie, witch's spells,A time for forgiving, A time for thanks,The Earth begins to fall asleep.This is how Autumn begins.That is why I adore such a season So many things happen in so little to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Miko-rei1992/766069/ Inky blackness is all I seeAs I walk down the path in front of meBefore me is the ones I hold so dear they’re my family.Their eyes are so cold and dead.Before me are the ones that I have let downMy fears presented to me in a way that stops my heart. The fear .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Miko-rei1992/766067/ Pink petals flitter through the air,Dancing with the spirits of the wind.They are the sprites of Earth, children of the mother.They are the original dancers, singers, and inventors. I smile as the petals dance and spin in circles over thewater,Through the trees their l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Miko-rei1992/766059/ Woke up this morning and all the halls were silentThe silence is so deafening you could barely think.No angry shouts to wake the kids;No shattered hope or broken dreams. Momma’s on the front porch the tears pouring down her facePapa’s truck is rolling away.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Miko-rei1992/766049/ The blood that was spilledHas stained these hands coldly,Those hands hold a newborn.With the Purge of lifeThere are no tears shed.Fear controls the Sinner's mind.Hate breeds hate and disloyalty.The life of a SinnerIs a web of deceit.Those lies are spoken outNot one becoming a truth.The turmoil outsi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Miko-rei1992/765030/ As a nomad she is always aloneWhether it was by choice or not She is alone.Her family killed by a monsterOne who feared what their kind could do.She was left.The kind heart that took her in.Taught her to fightHer heart was happy.But nothing lasted long.It all turned to ash within her hands,The .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Miko-rei1992/764758/ Blank eyes stare out to the worldSo cold and so haunting.They follow you everywhere but,They do not move.Blood slides from the eyes.It stains the porcelain skin Damning her to live again.She is still."Awaken my little doll."But she does not move.The chains of humanity Bound them .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Miko-rei1992/764757/ The fire within me burns with unbridled fury. It is slowly moving through my veins no water can quench  the feelings that are boiling within me.The word passion does nothing to describe what this feeling is.This aching desire urging to consume another within is pleasurably tortur.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Miko-rei1992/764755/ I am not of this world and my mind is not the same as yours.My body is not physical but I have feelings,I am cold but soon the warmth from you has brought me life.I am not of this world but you don't see me.I am hidden within the shrouds of deception.Weaved into the wool cloth that is over.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Miko-rei1992/764754/ A school for immortals has opened up but what happens when the humans who used to live in ignorance finally gain knowledge or their existence? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Miko-rei1992/724433/ A woman abused by her husband finds happiness but does it last? *note: this does have some hidden meanings or other graphic events hence the rating http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Miko-rei1992/724429/ A woman with a concussion sleeps. While in her dreams she is lost. A life is lost and a promise is made. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Miko-rei1992/718589/ Just a little insight to my past that not many know http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Miko-rei1992/610735/ Yes I know I'm kinda of rushing things but I was having a writers block haha and I didnt want to much time to pass before they set out on the journey. :) Please tell me what you think! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Miko-rei1992/572564/ Finally the awaited chapter 6 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Miko-rei1992/570311/ 5            Morning came all too quickly as the twins burrowed deeper into the blanket cocoon trying to escape the suns shimmering fingers. Carrick sat in the rocking chair with a small smile on his face as he watched the two. He was just wai.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Miko-rei1992/527599/ (The long awaited chapter four!) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Miko-rei1992/518662/ Nuka was the first to attack sprinting forward towards Carrick his sword aiming for his abdomen. Blocking the attack Carrick brought Nuka into a stale mate and began the fight for dominance.            “What happened to her!?” Carr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Miko-rei1992/500256/          Time seemed to fly as the twins grew older. As they aged, an animosity grew between the two. Mostly the anger and dislike bled from Nuka towards his sister. Kazira spent a fair amount of time with Carrick training and learning the codes and fighting s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Miko-rei1992/497752/                 Bright eyes lit up when a large kind looking man walked into the room with a smile on his face. A gurgling laughter sounded when the burly man approached the crib. Inside was a little baby girl who had dark, a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Miko-rei1992/497742/ A tale of a young woman fighting for the things she loves; to finally know who and what she is. A journey that takes her to Camelot to discover that maybe she has another type of magic to save the day http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Miko-rei1992/496269/            A loud clang was heard with an excessive laugh following after. The noises just got louder after that first clang and the laughter that followed got more annoying. In another room, called a bedroom, a muffled sigh escaped a clump .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Miko-rei1992/487993/ A freezing chill sweeps though the air; Powdered sugar is wept from the clouds, Piling up high untouched by manIt is the first of many at this time; Trees and animals have fallen asleepChildren play in their yards all bundled up, Sugar sticking to their mittens, as balls.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Miko-rei1992/468317/ Dawn's moon slowly slips Across the sky.The purple glow contrastingGreatly against the dark blueOf residual night.Dawns's moon in the Amethyst ofThe Twilight sky. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Miko-rei1992/468316/ Don't look at me like I'm nothing.Don't say that you actually love me.Don't touch me like a lover.Leave my mind and body to me.Leave me to move on.Let go of all your false emotions.See how you affected me? See how broken I am? See how hard it was to let go?Walk away.Walk out for .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Miko-rei1992/468315/ Everything used to make perfect sense.Not anymore.She used to feel so in control.Not anymore.He used to make sense.Not anymore.They were once very happy.She messed up.The line that wasn’t supposed to be crossed is blurred.She is lost.Her heart is lost in the maze of despa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Miko-rei1992/468314/ A bloody battle.So many casualties.Rage against the other color.One a born bred fighter, the other a peacemaker with a split personality.Both can help eachother but they care not.In nature they thrive together yet apart.Harmonious they are not.Us humans should take notes.These little.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Miko-rei1992/468313/ What is the meaning of hate? Is it the dislike of someone different than you? Or is it the loathing of something simple like broccoli?What is the meaning of discrimination? Is it the hatred of someone of a different background? The hatred of skin color; Or is it the bitter taste of being.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Miko-rei1992/467888/ The window is open letting the cold air nip at the person’s face.Who is that person? Who is it that leaves the window open at night? And for whom do they open it for? I have opened my window at night.I am the person that hides in the shadows of society.I am the person who leaves it.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Miko-rei1992/467887/ My views and opinions on Abortion. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Miko-rei1992/467449/  Who Am I?Who am I? I am the one who is calm and serene, yet angry, and un-tamed.I am the one who is loyal and kind yet deceiving, and cunning.I am the one who befriends others, who are considered outcasts.I am the one everyone looks over, because of the way I act.Who am.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Miko-rei1992/467007/ Eighteen year old Cary Carrigan ran through the dimly lit streets of old New York, her silver and purple gown swirling around her ankles. Sorrow rested heavily on her pounding heart. Death loved to toy with her life; first her parents’ death and now her fiancé has gone missing. Her gown.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Miko-rei1992/466999/ A story about a woman who is abused and humilated by her husband and in the end love is the one thing that survives http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Miko-rei1992/466997/  Koori-meA woman of the snow,Yuki, her name, brings snow to the mountain peaks.She sits in the snow filled glade; her icy colored hairsfell around her in ribbons.Her eyes as white as clouds,a navy yukata littered with the fallen flakes.There she sat frozen, her body preserved .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Miko-rei1992/466994/ A poem about who I am http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Miko-rei1992/466992/ I wrote this poem for my little "sister" because at the time she was going through a lot with her "father" and also for me because i just felt like i couldnt do anything to help her. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Miko-rei1992/412005/ I wrote this when i was really depressed and a lot of crap that was making me lose myself. So enjoty a look to what some of my past caused. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Miko-rei1992/409601/