http://slow.writerscafe.org/Lysta The original writings of author Lysta en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776032806 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I ask myself these questions,every single day.Do I love him, do I not,is this relationship, really okay?Should I end this, should I not,will it hurt him, what will I say?!Why, did I answer, yes to him?Why did I let this, even begin?! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lysta/1573062/ I open the case,and take it out.I rosin the bow,and clean the strings.I start to tune,beginning with "A". First is a scale.A flat major,four octaves I climb.Sixteenth note slurs,then brisk spiccato.Finally I close my eyes,and let my bow dance.A sonata before all else,the intonation must be perf.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lysta/1570743/ When I closed my eyes,Out of oblivion I was once more.Beauty was evil in disguise,Her glare chilled me to the core.I heard the cacophony of a dying cry,A life was lost to the agony inside.The Sun burned on hatred as its fuel,Everything was twisted, everything cruel. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lysta/1570685/ It is in our nature to want for, the things that we do not have.Sometimes the things we want,are ones we just cannot have.Our wants turn into needs,and the fiery ambition, fueled by greed,hurts countless people.We do not care.But a single drop, can cause many ripples.When everything we've .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lysta/1570675/ The moment I saw her,I fell under her spell.Everyone else, Looked like a blur.She was the Bird of Paradise,In a meadow of white Daisies.Her eyes were, the blue of ice,Her hair a silken gold. Her skin was as fair as pale pearl rice,Lips the red of rose.The voice of a siren she had ownedLaughter like .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lysta/1570650/ A Thought, A Wish,and a Dream.An Idea, An Action,and Self-Esteem. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lysta/1570645/ You are,everything I am not.You are the kindness,that was not found in my life.Your smiles,are something completely new.You are the spice,in the long-dragged on story of my existence.You,make things different, and fun.Your perfection,shines in the desolate place of failure, where I am.You are,the go.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lysta/1569949/ It was in the summer, the 17th of July.A sunny day it was.I should have been cheerful,Laughing all day.Outside with friends, Playing away.Instead, on the steps of a funeral home I sat.Lost in my own mind.In there I saw never ending darkness.Monsters of my own creation,Jumped out at me."It's your fau.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lysta/1569913/ It rushes down from the depths of the skyA single crystal of iceIt lands on your tongueAnd melts away to nothingness http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lysta/1569866/ The rush of air,The pull of gravity.This dizziness, Really gets to me.The sensation of floating,Time slowing down.I wonder if, I'll survive, this time around.The push was gentle,Light as a feather.Her face was blurred,I don't think I've met her.Pictures, memories,Flash through my mind.Still, I'm cal.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lysta/1569827/ If I were to close my eyes,I wonder what I would see.Would I be able to see through the lies,Everyone keeps telling me?Would my eyes view upon a river of tears,Condensed clouds of gloom?A hurricane of intimidating fears,That leaves integrity no room?Will there be a burnt out Sun,A star that no longe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lysta/1569819/