http://slow.writerscafe.org/Mirtelize The original writings of author Lilly en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776067583 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 He held her close, for the world to seeLittle did they know, she could not breakfree He would pick her wild flowersCompare her too exotic ones  Eccentric kind of spirit   Treated her as such He called her love Everyone could perceive.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mirtelize/1448148/ Everybody gets addicted to something thatcan suppress painful memoriesShe got hooked on something more thanarousing desireBetter than his ambitious fire   He stole a part that was kept behindbarriers With every word and every smile He stole a part.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mirtelize/1448143/ Ocean blue,Stuck too my heart, not only my shoe Holiday romances. Out of the questionI cannot risk ruining my little perfection Falling in love with your salty serenityStrolling hand in hand with pink-sunsettranquility  a summer spent in shade.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mirtelize/1448138/ Such a dark  soul witha light appearance She cries baby , a wolf covered in skin from a lam is stilla wolf.Trouble maker , feelings masked by reputationHer dirty mind masked by appropriation  She lets him love her , keep her  intrigued , with every cocaine .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mirtelize/1439455/ … and for the first time, in a long timeShe no longer felt like a broken clock, useless She no longer felt like a broken wing, worthless Every wound.  Healed    She felt like a star ready to shootShe felt like an ending-life ready to end.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mirtelize/1439433/ Based on a true event. 2009/10/25 . In loving memory of Michelle. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mirtelize/1431524/ I can be your something silly, we can have funI can be your taste of trouble, we can have it all  I can be your dash of difference, we can have defiance Isn’t this what being young is for?It’s on every ones lips, it’s written on the wall:Life is short, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mirtelize/1431451/ Dear grandmother willow Show me your secrets, to cling to under my pillowDear grandmother willowAncient history recall, there’s a intelligent spirit hiding in your soulDear grandmother willowTake my hand, tell me!Why is there so many evil,  in such a beautiful .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mirtelize/1431395/ Why get taught a lesson ? , if it’s neverto be learned Why fall in love every time ? , only to gethurtWhat is love? Am I searching for something that doesn’t exist?Are we fools just labeling a warm pretend? What is love? See, I thought .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mirtelize/1430836/ Booty call  I’m his fantasy , his desire.As we lay,Till after dark. He talks ,Ghosts of his past and of his present Fool around in shadows on the wall. He calls me his wildflowerWith kisses intentional and intense With fingers soft and .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mirtelize/1430835/ You can tell me I’m worthless, that it was entirely myfault.I got what I deserve , loneliness . That you are now alone.You could say that I’m hell bound , the devil itself . I didn’t even blink at the hurt that you throw.“Cold soul!” echoes&nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mirtelize/1427871/ She is an hurricaneOne of nature’s beautiful storms.Her dark , silent centre surrounded by chaos and hidden byclouds. She is an hurricane , seems  so strong and tuff. One mistake she made …Growing storms in her head was laid.   T.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mirtelize/1427610/ With a kiss on our mind and “what ifs” on mine , he wouldcatch my eye from time to time ,  acrossthe room or just by walking by. As soon as our eyes meet , they turn away , fear of what iswritten on our faces if we stayed . So I’ll keep.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mirtelize/1427608/ Two cultured different people in love. The girl didn't mind , but the boy was scared. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mirtelize/1427607/ I’ve made peace with the fact of being alone.I’ve never been one to fear the dark , after allI threw fire at my faith just to put it out again. I cry about this deal that comes with life … unfairness.I scream at the monsters within my headI cr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mirtelize/1427594/