http://slow.writerscafe.org/enchantedblue973 The original writings of author Arien Bleuefire en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776004924 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Why you ask, so innocent seeming,As I bow my head reluctant to obligeI utter the truth if your holy ears can bear itQuite simply speaking, oh so frank,Because you're meanYes, only the most childish word can describe youAnd if you're saintliness can believe it,I've never cried, not not where .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/enchantedblue973/803597/  Every life is specialEvery soul is a work of artEvery body s a piece of beutiful ingenuityWhen you move to take a life of an animal, fellow human being alike,just remember this,remember these words,remember the beauty,think of the love   http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/enchantedblue973/803595/ Fear.Icy tendrils grasping the heart in a chilling clutch     Depriving the lungs of oxygenBlood gushing in your ears,     Breaths coming in short successionNearly hearing manical laughter,     As fear takes controlRed rage fi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/enchantedblue973/738369/ I'm Captain Of This Ship,This Ship's My Right Arm;Moves At My Will Just As EasyI Will It To Sink,The Ship Shall SinkI Wish It To Stay Aloft,It Obliges You Are Simply Here,Just A Mere Passenger,Who Happens To Be AboardYou Are Of No Gain To MeYou Try To Help Around,But T.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/enchantedblue973/720903/ A Premonition?A Wish?Just a Longing, Perhaps?Simply a Dream, If Only It Was True.If Only I Knew.The Future?I Can't Help But Think,Maybe. 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