http://slow.writerscafe.org/Classy_Til_Death The original writings of author Meesh en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776004753 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Each morning I rise; watch the emerald green eyes of thelady who lives in my dreams.I beg them to stay, but they soon fade away as the sunthrough my window pane gleams.Then I go through my day with a pointless display ofcompassion for the world brought to lightfor it has no tenure;.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Classy_Til_Death/1226833/ Fear the life not worthliving,then live without fear,and love withoutlimits;the message is clear. We all have due timeto do with what we may,and I solemnly swear,until my dying day, to fear only the livingand live without fear,and love wi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Classy_Til_Death/1217012/ A friend of mine idolizes Dante Gabriel Rosetti, and so I wrote this little piece while attempting to mimic his style to see if she fell for it. She did. Tell me what you think! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Classy_Til_Death/1212718/ On a mundane, misty, morning,my heart’s secret came in view;A thickening thought was thorningfrom that life I lived with you. I’m not rich or roamed or royal,but I tremble not at this,only simply sift through soil,for the true worth of a kiss.&nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Classy_Til_Death/1212652/ Across the wind I heardthe sound of someone’s searing soul,which left itslove-struck fortress, seeking whole and leaving hole,and searching for alove to match the one that time had stole.Across the wind, Iheard the sound of someone’s searing soul. Across .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Classy_Til_Death/1212649/ A lifetime for a moment:no doubt that’s what I’d give.An epoch in this current state,for a moment meant to live.For I never thought I’d cry, and lieawake at night; remiss.I never thought I’d miss a kiss likethis. My hands upon your waist;.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Classy_Til_Death/1212648/ Ithappened on a day just like the Rest, somewherebetween the Winter and the spring.Afeeling that began within my chest,thenoverflowed, and took me on the wing. Ashiver unaccompanied by cold,aburning that had naught to do with heat.Aprophecy that had not.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Classy_Til_Death/1212642/ Gather‘round, weary hearts,fromafar and anear,forthe story I tellisone that you must hear. Whilethe feats are long past,andthe story is old,allthe persons remain;tosay “live” would be bold. Thereis Treasure and Ple.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Classy_Til_Death/1209563/ To break a person’sheart, you must follow certain rules:Don’t ever keep your word;always make them play the fool.Always assume theworst, and end the Thing before it starts-These are things thatyou must do, if you wish to break a heart. It’s easy if .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Classy_Til_Death/1209561/ And you will never knowhow my heart beat, how it beat,when I witnessed yourperfection and hoped one day we would meet.Then we did, and myheart went, but I know not what it meant;I was oblivious becauseI’d never been in love before;Because I’d never beenin love b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Classy_Til_Death/1209560/ To Life,                  Why does it always seem, you make man crutch on hopes and dreams?And make him witness pain and hate?Eternal Peace? You make him wait.You let him love, make no mistake,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Classy_Til_Death/1209263/ A question with an answer that is not so easilyfound:“How long will you love me, how long will yourheart be boundunto mine by strings of passion that may neverbreak nor bend?”What say you may she ask, “ When is it thatyour love will end?”? The.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Classy_Til_Death/1208853/