http://slow.writerscafe.org/FairyBlue The original writings of author astoundinglyattractive en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776016690 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 You’re notalone in your Court of Kings.You stand amongst the missionaries,with me,dressed up as illusions and revolutionaries.Pretendingto sleep, but it’s dark inside,where the hymns of puppets anddemons reside.These are the things we have become,lifelessshadows lashing out in .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FairyBlue/1229651/ Do you still think of me?Under that cold December rain?And all the times that we saidwe'd be reborn to live again?Oh, but a door was open:left me entry to your heart.And I got lost in there, got lost.Oh, I'm waiting for you to come,and rescue me.Oh, I'm waiting for you, so .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FairyBlue/1228678/ Your mother and your fatherwill sit across from your brothersand your sisters, and whisper, and hold hands, and pray, “We didn'tmeanfor her to turn out this way.Where did we go wrong?What did we do wrong?”And you remember when your mothergrabbed your arm and screa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FairyBlue/1228673/ Loneliness, be the name of my lover.Whom embraces meand wraps her dark tendrils taught.Between each of my fingers is one ofhers,and she covers me silky and warm.When I cry she reaches up to dry tearsfrom my eyes.When it is morning she hums sweetlullabies.When it is day she stands.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FairyBlue/1228665/ You are right, I am not suicidal.It is simply that I suffer noconsequences in killing myself,and that I thirst so strongly forblood.You claim that I am inventing things inmy head,and while this is likely, I doubt it;for I have seen, in every from, yourdeath.I do not under.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FairyBlue/1195660/ Who in their right mind would want to be king?Who in their right mind would want to rule everything?Pity me,woe is me;I guess that makes me crazy.I guess that makes me king.Give me a crown as you lay my body in the ground-I don't know why I even bothered,you're all worthless, pathetic.And I'll don t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FairyBlue/1193431/ the story of a girl http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FairyBlue/1160022/ They say Beauty's on the inside,but I beg to disagree.My Liver ain't my pride,and my Stomach ain't too pretty.You can blame it on the Wine,the Tequila or the Whisky-but my Kidneys ain't the kindto make lookin' at 'em easy.And if it comes down to it,my Lungs are black as Coal;my Spleen's about to qui.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FairyBlue/1159404/ Personal quote, for a contest. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FairyBlue/1159343/ Personal quote, for a contest http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FairyBlue/1159340/ a poem about the christian beliefs http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FairyBlue/1156695/ O, Fighting ManO, Righteous Man;Do you do the things you say you can?Do you keep the promises that you make?Do you fulfill the vows you take?O, Fighting ManO, Thunder Man;Why is your blade still in your hand?Why is your knife not in it’s sheath?Do you not reap from victory?O, Fighting Man,O, L.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FairyBlue/1155683/ "You're very strong, Fighting-Man. Strength, it is important."She smiled and stood, then stood close."Ah, but there is a state much more important.Would the Warrior like to know of this state?And yet, a true Man would already be quite familiar with it's properties."She moved her hand to his face, ca.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FairyBlue/1152321/ she kisses me with her eyes wide openthen she tells me that there's no usehopingcause she believes it when she says shebelieves in nothingand she means it when she says there nopoint in lovingshe kisses me with her eyes wide openshe doesn't sleep, at least not wheni'm looking.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FairyBlue/1131110/ Nothing, what a fearsome blade,by which our lives will end. But think of thinking Nothing-where can I begin?Not dark nor light nor hot nor cold,nor hate nor love nor fear-can you think of Nothing?If you can, goodbye me dear. For if Silence shows her hand to youand Nothing cuts you .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FairyBlue/1042867/ She hunts at night, on Quiet Nights,and stalks the scent of fear. She cuts for blood, to never wake,for silence knows the fate of thosefew who know her blade. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FairyBlue/1042864/ It's those Quiet Nights through which I findmy eyes are held wide open. And my mind's alive throughout the night,through dark and soundless whispers. For I can't sleep where Silence reaps-she's a cool and ruthless murderess. She glides through every person's dreamsAnd makes them scre.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FairyBlue/1042861/ I wrote this with Loki feels http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FairyBlue/1004238/ Some of my personal quotes, for the one sentence contest. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FairyBlue/1000287/ Some of my personal quotes, for the one sentence contest. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FairyBlue/1000285/ Some of my personal quotes, for the one sentence contest. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FairyBlue/1000284/ A poem for Casquatch http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FairyBlue/998336/ I woke up late the following morning, at about tenthirty. 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Derp. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FairyBlue/885543/ I see them.In the shadows, they resideMeer tricks played by the light?Ah, but alas, the dreams!I does not explain the dreams.Please, my dear, do not call me crazy-For I have merely gone mad.Please, my dear, don’t go wastingAny of these .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FairyBlue/873215/ Forever and evereach step we takeleads us farther and fartherand futher away and when we look behind us,i can barley see your faceit's almost like this could be the endof each and every day last time i saw the insideof a humans souli remember that all i heard was ev.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FairyBlue/800954/ its been a long time since i have writtenthe stories of pain,and the tales of loveit's been  long time since i have giventime to myself,i have been surroundedIts been a long time,i daresay the longest ever,its been a long time indeed.and i guess its time i give more timeto my poetryIts been a l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FairyBlue/785297/ random haiku for a contest(: http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FairyBlue/756867/         It was early september when it all happened. A beautiful day, the sky nearly cloudless, a cool summer breeze ruffling my shoulder length chestnut hair. Back then i was an aspired business woman, though i had no business being one. 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