http://slow.writerscafe.org/Zyria The original writings of author Zyria en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776123346 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Oh tell me, Muse, what it is you desire--A love born of flame or abscounded by fire.Fed by the dark embellished in the night,what else doest thou desire in thy sight? Oh tell me, Muse, what it is you seek--for if it is love you are after, my name you shall speak.Doest thou not cra.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zyria/725987/ She was on the edge of insanity,with no way to escape.Then blood, power, pain;perfect and inseparable;on the edge of life--then death;Glorious, yet unseen.No telling what lay beneath--falling and fallingfaster and fasteruntil only light separated them.She was beyond cold--van.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zyria/620999/ Sometimes, the world is fear, blind eyes part for a single tear,and he and Iare no more separate than near. Glamour and agony unitelust, love, rare delight:and he and Ihover, suspended in the night. His voice echoes, growing faint;hope whispers, carrying the taint,a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zyria/620995/ She’s had many names, but only one face.She’s been few places, but has never stayed.Yet, whoever she is and wherever she goes, she is neversafe;It always follows.It hides in the night, cloaked in the shadow of fate.Stalking its prey, it watches. It waits.Yet.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zyria/620416/ Alone again todayI amlooking out the window,watching my breath fog up the glass,hoping someone can see me, an existence that might last.I amliving inside my head,hiding behind a maskI see people passingliving, laughingand I am staying behind these bars,hiding in this cage.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zyria/619341/ There are those who live in a fantasy world,but I live behind a mask.Caught in a labyrinth of emotionand seeing no way out.There are those who wonder what's inside,lying beneath the skin,but I wonder what's behind the mask,since being someone else for so long,I can't remember th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zyria/619212/ I dreamt of you last night.Lying on my couch, hands bound above your head.Running my hands up your arms, securing you in place.The smoothness of your chest on my tongueas I make my way down.I want to feel you pulse beneath me.I want to feel you fill me.Let me take you and place you.A.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zyria/618723/ What do you see when you look in the mirror?Is your reflection everything you hoped it could be?This time did the screams subside?Or will the glass shatter with what you see?Worthless. Tramp. Villain.You can never be what they want.You can never be what they need.Their glorious lives y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zyria/618717/