http://slow.writerscafe.org/ForestDaughter The original writings of author Eile MacIntyre en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776007780 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Another attempt at a poem with some Italian in it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ForestDaughter/1022811/ Sleeper in the hollowBurning the candle brightEnough asynthe to swallowThroat raw and tightPower quakingFeel the earth shakingDagger in handBut failing to standForced into the darkNever to illuminateCannot hear the melodious larkBecause this mind is a closed gateCrossed the line never to beWhat happ.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ForestDaughter/1017266/ Poison leaks from your mouthChanging views like seasonsActually, more like underwearSoiled with no good reasonIf you are telling trueThen at least listen to meDon't wait till the last momentIt makes you appear full of hypocrisyNow my head achesYour poison rushing in my bloodI wish I could turn off m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ForestDaughter/1013845/ Get off my chestYou omnipresent weightYou are ignorant at bestFilling my lungs with hateLike Atlas, my knees buckleIt's too much to hold on my shouldersFrom my eyes tears trickleThe burn in my lungs forming wordsI can't breathWith you collapsing my chestIn my lungs you seetheThis hate coming to a cr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ForestDaughter/1013842/ In the heat of summerI watch the sun setSinking down, down, downGoing to sleep without regretMy skin is sticky from the heatI see the sweat glisteningThe moon rises and brings cool airTo the owls I am listeningBut despite the serenityThat surrounds meI find my mind is trappedUnable to break freeI wi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ForestDaughter/999444/ Listen to the peepersAnd the thunder as it rollsWatch the sun set, purple and pinkLightning cracks the sky with holesWe drew out line across the sandWe watched it turn to glass in the stormThe sky creates such a pretty picture in your eyesReflecting the spot we dare not goI won't cross over to youWh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ForestDaughter/999430/ Born as the result of a Viking raid, Eostre is shunned because of her half blood and bright golden hair. Then one day she is cast away and a bounty is placed on her head. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ForestDaughter/986605/ :P http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ForestDaughter/795469/ I love how your eyes mock meEven as I stare at your faceEvery color insideLeeching in my taste I love how your tone soothes meBut the words said are vileForced down the paletteInto my stomach to be a grand pile I love how your face changesWhenever I turn aroundYield.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ForestDaughter/770474/ This is hard for me to describe. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ForestDaughter/751834/ Poem that's not really a poem, number 3 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ForestDaughter/748783/ Who knows? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ForestDaughter/746966/ I can feel your breath on my neck. It’s hot, painful. My hair stands on end, but you cannot make me bend.It burns in my lungs. Words that I dare not speak. Helpless and stunted. I’m scarred.Can this be forced? Standing amidst a lake of fire. I don’t know the way to shore. Somehow I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ForestDaughter/746904/ The Pirates 4 Mermaids inspired this. They're very cool in my book. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ForestDaughter/737343/ Lullaby, meet poetry. Poetry, meet lullaby. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ForestDaughter/731033/ I don't feel rightThere is a sick feeling in my chestThat here isn't where I belongMaybe I need a rest... Where do I turnWhen everything I know starts to burn?This doesn't seem like lifeStanding at the edge of the knife Looking so far downThe sick feeling is arising.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ForestDaughter/724367/ I guess... you never really know how you can fix things once it's broken http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ForestDaughter/723148/ Love poem? Kind of... Still searching sort of thing http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ForestDaughter/722942/ I am trying to find my way back from anonymity. My feet rushing through the bracken. I am trying to hide from all of you. Sinking, Falling. Trying so hard to breathe again. Gone.There is nothing left for me. No one to follow in this darkness. I am straining my eyes to see, but what good does that do.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ForestDaughter/722678/ A short story about a girl's strange first memory. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ForestDaughter/722222/ Sometimes it feels like there is only two choices in life. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ForestDaughter/722029/ A poem thats not really a poem, number 2 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ForestDaughter/722004/ Not really a poem, or anything. Just a diary entry. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ForestDaughter/721960/ They say that your room gives a hint at who you are. What color are your walls? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ForestDaughter/718493/ Older poem. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ForestDaughter/713628/ Left childhood behind me... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ForestDaughter/711847/ Has anyone ever lost your trust before? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ForestDaughter/711843/ A piece derived from sitting in the sunshine. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ForestDaughter/709808/ In Which We Hear A Legend by the Fire http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ForestDaughter/709806/ In which there is great sadness http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ForestDaughter/705144/ A girls thoughts on lifes origins, when suddenly she meets an unexpected creature. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ForestDaughter/704935/ A poem that's sad... I guess it's the best description I've got. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ForestDaughter/704745/ Random, had the song Juneau by Funeral for a Friend stuck in my head during a bad time earlier this week. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ForestDaughter/702238/ A sudden burst of emotion made me write this. Feeling like your losing self and things that used to be held close. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ForestDaughter/695217/ The title is a line from the book Ella Enchanted. Loved that book as a child. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ForestDaughter/693902/ Every moment counts. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ForestDaughter/693108/ Have you ever felt like everyone's out to get you when all you want is to disappear? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ForestDaughter/693101/ I'm unsure as to what this is exaclty about. Confusion maybe. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ForestDaughter/693084/ I've been thinking about mermaids lately.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ForestDaughter/674170/ flower petals dancing in the moonlightangelic facesreflecting flames shine brighthorrific places you may lose your eyesbut you'll never forget the sightyour heart will cry outand your tongue you will bite the beauty and the dangerare gathering tonightmixed among str.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ForestDaughter/666949/ Are you tempted? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ForestDaughter/666947/ Who is your only one? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ForestDaughter/666939/ We're all looking for something... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ForestDaughter/666936/ Everyone's felt guilty for something... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ForestDaughter/642893/ Random happenstance... based on Norse Valkyries. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ForestDaughter/640508/ Wrote it for my friend. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ForestDaughter/640256/ It's uplifting. :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ForestDaughter/638296/ One of my older poems. Fairy tales anyone? Guess not... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ForestDaughter/638293/ A poetic expression of colors. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ForestDaughter/633430/ I have no description. Anyone's interpretation. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ForestDaughter/633429/