http://slow.writerscafe.org/NoelDressary The original writings of author NoelDressary en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776278669 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Just in time for Valentines Day http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NoelDressary/2094868/ I want to rest but it’s too loudCruel voices taunt me from the shadowsThey only add to the noiseTheir laughter a silent ringing all around meBlack rivers of icy waterFlow through my blue veins Sweat is cold against my skinThunder shatters withinElectricity tingles my skin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NoelDressary/2094775/ In her rage she burnsShe glows like the rising sunHer petals dazzling in the flamesIn her darkest hourShe shines brightestAs luminous as the moonHer high and mighty mistress Is all but forgottenIn her own passionate flamesLaces of black shadow Course through her veinsHer .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NoelDressary/2094772/ The still pure whiteness That surrounds us allLies sleeping gentlyUpon the frigid surfaceA whisper of breathCalls out in earnest fromThe distant mountain peaksIt’s voice a soothing balladThe stars above look down upon The frozen beauty that rests belowTheir celestial li.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NoelDressary/2094769/ I hear the clickThe tumblers turnFeel the grip releaseAt lastThe shackles fallFrom my wristsThe metal teethRelease their holdThe mournful screamOf rusted protestBy the reluctant iron doorEchos in this cageA pale white shadowCrawls over the dirtResting itself tiredly.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NoelDressary/1602806/ For everyone who gazes to the skies http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NoelDressary/1551226/ It's been raining a lot lately..... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NoelDressary/1546062/ They say beauty is in the eyes of the beholder http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NoelDressary/1544554/ Have you ever missed someone so bad http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NoelDressary/1544444/ As another nightPasses thee byI stare into the heavensHoping that someone Will hear my lonely cryMy friend, You know next to none of thisFor the metal doorBehind which I so carelessly Hide my soulIs indeed thick and firmYou pay no mind to this doorFor you my friend,This door means not.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NoelDressary/1544443/