http://slow.writerscafe.org/LimnoH The original writings of author Riv en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776013125 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Crystal walls departure http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LimnoH/1705117/ Happy here in the cage.That's what she said.This small cage can only fit her.The only thing in this cage is a small light.But now..... the cage is getting smaller.The light is going out. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LimnoH/1691490/ I'm waiting for the next note to come out.To come scratching at my door.To tell me everything's done.And that I won't have to worry anymore.I couldn't tell you when the last time was,When I had a dream about you.Each and every time,It's left with something empty.A castle far in the distance,That som.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LimnoH/1676081/ It's a dam that was builtLong after you were hereStanding strong to the waterfallUntil you were thereThat forest down belowWill drown in the fearBecause every word you speakIs a growl to my ear http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LimnoH/1674905/ My eyes are changing blackMy teeth are achingCurse my heart and claw my skinIt's all too funny isn't it?Her brain is black,Her veins has stopped pumping.All her vitals stopping,Only herself to blame.Laughing at the moon.Creature of the night among them.Even if she's fully conscious,It's a devilish s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LimnoH/1673643/ I'm not going to sound so stupid am I - So ridiculously impermeableYou can cut my throat all you want, stand in my doorway passage through time. My gods when I feel so run down - where am I supposed to go otherwise. Like broken strings, mine have been pulled on by myself so hard.Yes, I'm s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LimnoH/1662766/ Bite my tongue,Shift my weight.As I lie asleep.My dreams instigate.What do I fear,Do I rake.My body yearns,For that quake.Drink my own blood,So that yours is in tact.Cold these walls,They conquer yours.Send me flowers,And I'll throw you mine.Love with all my worth,Love that isn't the worst.Am I a da.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LimnoH/1661148/ Don't let a storm blow out your flame - cross that bridge I'll be waiting for you.I'm no saint or diamond in the rough. More like a washed up bent over peace of rusted metal that used to hold up your pride. Even so, I tell you this now - whatever it is that you do. You can be proud of it. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LimnoH/1659230/ My words most spoken are darker than yours.Poetry bleeding on an outright scale.Rarely joy, and mostly fear it is.I find most of the muse within the confines of the unknown.Where my stories go, to a brighter side.Yet the darker is always comfort.Where joy and happiness will fail.I'll capture within .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LimnoH/1656870/ I want to die. The four simple words, that could be an unfortunate end to a rather unfortunate story. As soon as they are said, friends and family jump to your side. People who are complete strangers somehow go out of their way, thinking that if they don’t “save” you, they’ll.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LimnoH/1655448/ I’m lost in translation.Screaming with clarification.My heart is squeezing my lungs -My lungs are suffocating my heart.Please save me for what I’ve done.No set of words can even begin to explain,Where it lurks underneath.I just want,Everything to be okay. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LimnoH/1655376/ "I may have accidentally adopted 5 cats.” Grel nervously poked her index fingers together in front of the man. Abel didn’t entirely look mad, but more surprised. Seeing as he already had six cats rubbing up against him as it was. Placing a hand on the back of his neck the blue haired ma.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LimnoH/1653476/ It was hard to tell time in here, so most of the time Grel would wake up before Abel did. The cave would be shining as usual, the pond glistening down in the home that they could relax in by themselves. Of course she wasn’t sure when Abel was awake, if they went anywhere he would wake her up... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LimnoH/1652893/ I think I remember it quiet fully. As if yesterdays sun had risen just like last night. Even if it was thousands of years ago, my bones are still screaming with the ashes. You don't know what true pain is, until you've seen, lived, and then died all the same. One thing you cannot forget, is the day.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LimnoH/1651926/ My eyes are wet with it.Because my tears won't stop falling.Even when I'm not crying for you.All I can figure is why?All I can do is say nothing?What am I supposed to do?Even with you here with us,Even though your body it not.It's a scary thing.And the worst,Is that I know I'll be fine.I know I'll g.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LimnoH/1650522/ My lungs are inhaling.My heart is degrading.Where with one wrong step assumed.My body feels like swaying.My hands hold tightly to my chest.My lungs heave to take a breath.Once I realize what's happening.I'm already, too far in. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LimnoH/1648689/ The clock stops ticking.That's when the darkness drips out.Thick and untelling.The mysterious my skin holds in.What story will be next.When will mine end.The hand,It will never hit midnight. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LimnoH/1644760/ He's an emperor http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LimnoH/1644754/ They accidentally left Ivy alone when Kalen was in breeding season. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LimnoH/1644751/ What happens when you've been dead for almost two hundred years, then you're suddenly thrown out into the world again? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LimnoH/1644749/ Sleep to midnight snow child.Sleep until the cold sets in.Your fingers are frozen,your heart is still. Underneath the starry sky,maybe you will seek me.However, I am not in mind. Over those grassy hills,where the wolves prey. I sit underneath the peach tree.Waiting,for the snow to fal.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LimnoH/1644739/ The stars are unbound.They will shine forever more.Then again, my mind is blank.Forgetting the past is easy, thinking about the future is hard.I've waited forever now.In this dark place I have no memory of.Now all is gone, and I'm still here.Everything has moved on without me.It hurts but I know I'l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LimnoH/1634399/ There's a scratching on the wall,Throw it off as rats.Screaming in the halls,Must be these old streets.With blood on the brow,So normally content.Which of them would you pick,Would you pick none.With a flick of their hand,Burning of the witch.Will the moon see the end,With the dead watching. Bl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LimnoH/1630525/ Savory,Sweet,Callous,Clean,Spicy,Tender.Then repeat.One,or two.Three,or four.Who will it be,to win.Judging again. There,Now,Never,Later,Don't forget,that dish.Maybe next time. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LimnoH/1629237/ The snow brought it on.Silver washed up on the shore.Broken into little pieces.Something even I couldn't notice.Your eyes were already tainted.Messing with my head.I tried to fix what wasn't even broken.Backfire on me like a whip. Plunge a knife deep into my heart.Take a step back from reality... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LimnoH/1628866/ The patterns dance across the walls,It's to late in these halls.Every step that makes a sound,I'm not ready to rebound.Take a step back in fear,What became very clear.These cages that we hold dear,They seem to be near.Locked up without a key,Must be with me.Taped down in my throat,Locked down remote.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LimnoH/1627626/ Dark chains fall from the room.Electric shocks pull on chords.With a single eye red as blood.When will the time be up.Suffering in image,On a global scale.The body cannot hold,But it can withstand.Stiffen up in his face.Stop calm and get ready to taste.The knife as it cuts down my face.Simply ecstat.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LimnoH/1625872/ I'm looking out to the gray sky,Hoping that it rains.The rain could fill me,Fill me with so many thoughts.Could it be my thoughts,A round a bout.When gathered into one form,But not quiet sure where to put them.So turn on the tv,Turn up the music.Stare at the unproductive pages,Of a story yet written.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LimnoH/1624100/ White blood http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LimnoH/1619966/ As words dance across the pagePictures fly all the sameWhen I turn to the next pageI'm filled with that same rageI feel their painI feel their joyIf I only want one thingIt's for me to be thereSo I pick up my penTake my computerI type across the pageMy very own fictionIt doesn't matterIf those chara.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LimnoH/1615028/ I have that I want to write.I don't have a way to.I don't know what to write.So... I ended up with this. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LimnoH/1610677/ Friendships come and goChanging as the seasons changeTrying to hold onto them By a single threadStuck with scissors in handSome choices in the otherHow can IMake you smileMaybe I just never learned to flyWith these black tattered wingsI was not able to keep up with youThose brilliant white wing.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LimnoH/1610137/ What stories do the stars tell.Is what I wonder.What will my maker look like?If I have one at all.Mother doesn't understand,Disdain and scorn.Her belief crowds her own.How will you really know?If your god exists,Than he should love me all the same.If he doesn't,I'd rather not say.So I won't worry ab.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LimnoH/1607396/ I saw, the soda in the fridge.Ready to strap down, and start again. Every word lied across that page.It was worth money, fast and clear.So if I were to finish fast,I would get payed no doubt about that.What to do with the money but spend,spend it on the one I love again. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LimnoH/1602223/ Behind those wooden stalls,behind the racks and clothes.There's something that sits so still,it's deathly ill.When I come to seek behind,I only wanted a shirt,but I found a mirror on my wall. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LimnoH/1602050/ Im sucking up water,more than I am air.Im cutting up scissors,more than my own hair.In each dark corner that I see.There is always something more beautiful than me.So count my dues as I've always been told.Hope the next morning, that I am suffocating cold. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LimnoH/1600410/ It's granted as well http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LimnoH/1599480/ What if your own demon is sick of you http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LimnoH/1599344/ Let me walk out onto the streetthen it will be complete. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LimnoH/1597611/ You make my stomach turnTwist in knotsYou make my ears burnBurn to wordsYou live where we liveAnd yet take up spaceWe all needI tip toe around every edgeI tip toe around every wordBut somehow I feel as ifI shouldn't be worrying about how you feelI try so hardTo take care of youI try so hard not to o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LimnoH/1596222/ All through the yearsNo he doesn't know when it startedLove grown and be bigBut his shadow remainWrapped up in thick linen and silkGray and dull as the walls he builtWarmth among coldIt was all the sameManagement still could not reachTiptoeing around a dark spiral clearHe didn't want to cause her st.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LimnoH/1595442/ You came back downI'm glad you didYou got so far upIt was kind of scaryCan you hear me from here?The dark is terrifyingYou aren't afraid of the dark are you?Afraid of the nightThere's a lot of things you don't understandThat's why I'm hereI'll protect youWhen you won't protect yourself....at midnigh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LimnoH/1593283/ The rain falls steady.It's easy to hide the truth, when you're crying to yourself.The sky is dampened,as is your own thoughts.Yet where is the line drawn.Where is the decision you make,making you different from the rest.Turn your back,build a wall. Get lost in your music.Sound of your mind.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LimnoH/1592426/ I was once a ratRunning among the flowersTaking only what I neededSeeking nothing elseI was once a mouseEating all the wheatCausing the farmers troubleHunted by catsI was once a catHunting the miceMaking a livingAll on my ownI was once a dogObeying my masters ordersGetting in troubleThen put to slee.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LimnoH/1590966/ I can hear the soundsBelowing and echoingBouncing off my wallsTearing down these hallsMy heart is torn to piecesTattered and raggedWhen there's no saving itThere's only swallowing itNothing has changed,I'm still that same personSitting in the corner doing something wrong. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LimnoH/1590406/ Today we look upon his faceTomorrow we might look upon his graveFor what you might not seeA story you have misplacedShe bred somethingFar from her wombTo a man far from godFar from homeA beautiful childBright and newTo a family of threeShe was the lastHer father was a drunkAiding inside a sin so rou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LimnoH/1578550/ The more I lookThe less I seeThe more you lookThe more I becomeThere's a sense of sadnessIt renounces itself in youOnly to make a silent soundSo shrill in the feelI wish I could take itThe pain you feelIt only begins to spreadAs I jump conclusionsHave I lived as I wereHave I done something wrongIs t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LimnoH/1578547/ Maybe I didn’t manage to catch the time that had passed.My mind was one that took hold of various thoughts, struggling to put them into the limelight of life. Secrets,and the pain it broughts,then again I was never good at showing colors. My life was full of making it fake,&nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LimnoH/1572320/ It's covered in thornsThick and blackNot even a red toneCan cover its backEven with the sun so brightThere's something behind usTrying to biteWhatever it is, it's thereBut there's at least one thingWhen you touch itAt least it's coveredlace, with white silk http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LimnoH/1570284/ My body is trying to rest,on a throne of white.My tears want to fall,but it's hard to let them.Even when I let them,they seem to hide.Why can't I cry,when I'm in so much pain. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LimnoH/1567725/