http://slow.writerscafe.org/Mistylake The original writings of author Mistylake en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776052281 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Pat’s got a broken heart and a broken head. The accident left his life ruined and his girlfriend dead. He prayed at the wheel for them both to be spared, but the only response was the cracking of his head.Rhea prayed to God for a beautiful baby boy. But she waited all her life only for thi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mistylake/2066500/ There was a man who believed himself a mighty ruler. With brags, boasts and egocentric toasts. This was a king who didn’t understand his own power. For the blindness in him was more than in most. The wolves were running to the north. They passed by this kingdom and sharpened their cla.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mistylake/2066499/ Flashing. Bright, unnatural flashes conquer the hay skies and hostile faces. It’s a great sin to be different in a world where everyone is the same. So did this rigid society remove the ones unfit to question and never answer.A secluded cottage. Away from the sights and sounds of relentles.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mistylake/2066498/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mistylake/2066496/ A dog wanders through the forest. It is calm and neither the snapping of twigs nor the scampering of squirrels is enough to rouse any form of emotion. It’s a cold day. The cold seems to seep into the black fur as softly as the leaves take their seats on the diseased ground. It’s a cold d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mistylake/2066495/ There are no immortals,Magic is not a fantasyBut an escape from a colder reality,Life is a complex routineUntil we burn,Or down in graves our bones gleam.There are no immortals,We can search the seaWe can search the stream,But neither will lead us to our dreams.The life we choose is the life we lead.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mistylake/2066490/ Toxic siblings. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mistylake/2020711/ My name was human,I was, an individual at heart,But when war came,I tore myself apart,My name was human,A great genius, was I,But I let go of my fellow companions,Now, we don't see eye to eye, My name was human,I, never felt well,I, never saw myself,So, I, placed myself in .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mistylake/1895091/ With false hobbies, and false interestI, with my hate, have a story I tell,a story, I myself doubt, in both moral,and emotional sorrow, my story saysthat not one living debt is ever paid,When one destroys the one that saved one,life is not a maze, but a sad storytold until after the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mistylake/1892899/ We're a broken family,Dad's an alcoholic,Mum's a recluse,I'm just useless me.The world is so still and old,My dad is drunk and tired,I'm so insecure,My mum sits alone by the fire.Dad is violent and angry,We believe the world is full of cruel words,Yet we can't hear what we're.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mistylake/1827625/ I've been sleeping with the window open,In case someone I've lost comes in,I've been dreaming all day long,In case this life goes terribly wrong,They say I can't swallow that pill,So they think, but someday I will,Irony rules my mind,Writing these words to leave the past behind,I can.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mistylake/1827616/ A Euthanasia Poem. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mistylake/1827609/