http://slow.writerscafe.org/Morrigan The original writings of author Eden en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776151965 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 If I could enter the gates of Heaven, I would reach up and touch the night sky.I would dance with the stars Angel's,And be swift on my feet.Catching me would be hard to do,For I would be happy,Never blue.To tangle the golden ropes of love,In my hands again,Would be pure joy,To be able to hold m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Morrigan/1180432/ Rapunzel, Rapunzel let down your frail hair. You were sent here in exile, Believe me you belong here.We were both sent here,In the dark shivering and cold.The kiss of death will soon touch our lips.And we'll fall to the floor of our albaster chamber,While we cry to the window,Built of the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Morrigan/1180422/ These skies, they fly.And these Angel's can dream.With that they calmly smile, watching the clouds go by.Knowing that Angel's use there hearts to sing, and there voices will surely ring when you can't sleep at night.Winged Seraphims fly up into a wonderful oblivion, creating golden fireworks an.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Morrigan/1174538/ I am waking up, I am coming alive.No longer shall I abide by these lies.Words are forlorn and Satan has tested,His most beautiful Harlots to come up infested.Your a rotten man of sorts,The most terrible I've seen.I have only seen men like these in my dreams,And never again shall I lay down my heart,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Morrigan/1166506/    I have tried to run from love yet time and time again it finds me here..Time after time after time I have ran and told myself with caution "You know you'll only get hurt in the end."But with my heart leading the way, I cease to listen...So head my words broken people of the world.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Morrigan/1164305/ My mind tells me to think, so instead I feel and I have decided to let it all out, Finally. There is no rough draft to this poem or any smart cunning lines.. There will be no flowers; no not this time. There will be no angels gracing the lines.. Only memories of what you did.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Morrigan/1163793/ It is of my very genuine longing, that you might hold me at odd angles;Inspiring, penetrating angles,and help my breathing -or lack thereof- to be elongated.If my moaning cannot express my uppermost gratitude,then I am afraid, sir,that we are both at detrimental loss.It is funny,I'm not very seducti.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Morrigan/1163253/ I have a tendency to block out the unwanted.It's a survival method mastered since and early bird age.Mind games do help the helpless no matter what philosophers say.I believe that everything happens for a reason,and too often that reason is a lesson birthed from bad luck sprinkled with karma with a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Morrigan/1163251/ Sometimes, as I lie in bedI awake to the screamingOf some tortured soulLamenting his current existenceIn the ruin of hopesIn the ruined city of manSometimes I even awakeFrom the seductive dreamThat this misanthropic howlIs not my own heartYearning to sing its sorrowIn the way given to man http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Morrigan/1163249/ Fighting tooth and nail,Knowing I can never prevail,Scared of being hammered,Yet yearning to be smacked once more,Praying for your finger nails to rundown,Sinking into the small of my back,As your hands trail lower,All the way down to my backside.For I am nothing but a tool,An object for him to util.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Morrigan/1163246/ Angels can love too.. (: http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Morrigan/1162581/ Some days my thoughts are just cocoons--all cold, and dull, and blind,They hang from dripping branches in the gray woods of my mind;And other days they drift and shine--such free and flying things!I find the gold dust in my hair, left by their brushing wings. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Morrigan/1155510/ If I have to let you go, I will. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Morrigan/1152744/ The death of love can be oh so painful. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Morrigan/1152743/  Round and round and round I go,Changing as the seasons flow.Young to old, then old to young,Life has finished, yet begun.Never fear for passing time,Never fear you’ve passed your prime,With Changing Woman in your heartWhatever’s ended can still start,Whatever&rsqu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Morrigan/1151580/