http://slow.writerscafe.org/Tesuroh The original writings of author dead scribe en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775423618 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Oh Lord forgive me for taking thy place, for hating thy people, disgracing thy race, sometime i feel so out of place, no love to give no love to embrace... I've seen thy knigdom, thy heavenly gates, spoken to angels and heavenly saints, all that they'vetold me is life never waits, life is .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tesuroh/1779747/ She said she wants to be a princess, wants to be a queen,wants to be a mother, but yet she's still a fiend,shes trying to be better, shes dieing to get clean,but all she gets is night-mares, when she runs to chase her dreams,crys laughter and screams, echo deep within her vains,so infatuated with lo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tesuroh/1550759/ Way beneath, way beyond,lay a puddle, lake and pond,three of black, and three white swan,with one of grey, to seal the bond...Three flew for the pond, three had claimed the lake,one then took the puddle, left with nothing else to take...The lake was to be shared, as well as the old pond,but the pudd.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tesuroh/1550731/ See my own haterd, truth in my lies, speak to the wicked, but hearing the wise, dwell in my shadows, my ghost in desguise,search for the sunshine, but find clouded skies... Speak to my demon, the beast never dies, tells me of pain, tears pour from his eyes, iv heared his whi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tesuroh/1550729/ Saw the birth of christ, saw the crucifiction, an angel spread its wings, a demons dereliction, the closes thing to pain, is purpose of influction, when night-mares turn to dreams, and dreams become your vision, evil is in god, god is in religion, you call yourself a god, yet god is not a christian... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tesuroh/1550181/ Saw no smile heard no laugh, a girl without a better half, her joy was endless in the past, but happy memories never last, a stressed out mind she cant relax, cuz 9-5 she gets harassed, she'd say shes fine if ever asked, but days were burdened by her past... At home alone all by her lonesome, feelin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tesuroh/1550048/