http://slow.writerscafe.org/Moruci The original writings of author Diana Lynn en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776035184 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 With skin white as snow,and a personality just as cold,this girl is winter incarnate.This fire burning inside me,she will be the one to set me free,and we will live comfortably warm. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Moruci/1721566/ To have a dreamis a lovely feeling.To desire andto aspireis a wonderful thing.But hopes and dreamsdon't mean a thingif you don't makethem happen.So wish all you want,and want all you wish,but if you don'ttake action,you'll be dreamingfor nothing. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Moruci/1721565/ A parabolic panorama, a vainglorious view,the sanctimonious scenerevealed the truth about you.This amoral axiom, this recursive reality,an everlasting exactitudethat proved your brutality. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Moruci/1415116/ Venting my feelings. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Moruci/1263087/ Meeting your eyes                                From across the lake            &.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Moruci/1262585/ Submission for contest. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Moruci/1261574/ Submission for contest. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Moruci/1261555/ Submission for contest. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Moruci/1261552/ Our lips touch Softly, gingerlyOur words clash Harshly, angrilyOur bodies press Gently, warmlyOur fists attack Cruelly, mercilesslyOur eyes meet Brightly, lovingly Our tears flow Regretfully, ruefully http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Moruci/1261548/ I feelyouWhen you aren't here Your hand Resting on my cheek Your eyesWatching me sleep Your breath                Warming my neck Your knife        &nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Moruci/1261291/ Isit upon my creaky, old porch, watchingsilently as the sun slowly fallsbackupon the world, darkness creepingoverthe sullen land. Ishiver slightly as the cold air followsthe darkness, playing tag on my lawn,whilethe minutes go byandthe sleeping ti.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Moruci/1260671/ Whenlife is filled to the top,ofhorrible things that never stop,it'shard to be happy sometimes. Whenyour life is filled with lies,andthings are taken by surprise,youfeel suicidal at times. Whenyou're about ready to crack,youhave an anxiet.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Moruci/1260670/ I know what I am.             Iknow what I'm not. It's time that you let me             liehere and rot. You treated me like dirt    &.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Moruci/1260614/ My eyes are looking down to the beautiful sight of theasphalt below. I wonder if it’s as soft as it looks - I guess in a minuteI’ll know.My mind is racing, filled with many different thoughts.The blood is rushing, now I see only dots.I’m getting dizzy, but I won.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Moruci/1260612/ There is nothing I want morethan to be a better man.However constant pain and sufferingis f*****g up my plan. I want to be the type of guythat you deserve in your life.But when I’m always getting hurtall I do is a grab a knife. I know you say t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Moruci/1260611/