http://slow.writerscafe.org/Kestrova The original writings of author Kestrova en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775985156 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The final torch dimmed at your approachIt flickered, reflected youWavering at your affection, it allowedme to view Myself in your shadow as it loomedTall and over meAsphyxiated, I can taste the intrusionBillowing and entangled with the ruseI drew over my eyes and inThe halls of s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kestrova/1781523/ Howcan any complaint escape the scrutinyOfthat booming voice, reason, When it is my enemy Theantithesis to any progress I could indefinitely makeNo,I am quite right that I cannot complainWhenI am my enemy and reason only evadesWhenthere is a lesson to learn from a mistake bei.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kestrova/1781518/ The etchings have always been shallowto ensure that time And time again they may be brushedroughly awaythen remeasured in subtle butunmistakeable, pained and spasmodic little movementsApplying some unforgettable principlein hopes that the message will stay Why my flights never.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kestrova/1781517/ Em B7Are you proud of themess you're in now?All because youcouldn't get the taste of it outWalking in circles,it's a wonder that you tryWith one flick ofthe wrist, you're so close to good byeYou say it doesn'tfeel real, you don't remember anythingYou don't recallw.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kestrova/1655508/ Work in progress http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kestrova/1071598/ I’ve got a misery in my bones:An ache that won’t dissipateSince I found myself alone.So I wandered here again,Just waiting for this to end.There came a creeping, weeping streak of sorrow,That bore its way into my veins.Now I’m looking for a brand new tomorrowWhile I tend to ending .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kestrova/783422/ I looked to the sky as I often doBut instead of the stars, I think I saw you.You were golden and pretty and shone like the rest,Yet you seemed to shine brighter,As though no longer suppressed.A minute I stared, then another or twoWhile the dark but clear sky appeared to move around you.I was easily .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kestrova/770790/ Good Intentions Heart BreakerYou.Who stood behind me in fear for most of our lives,Tiptoeing 'round my shadow so you wouldn't have to try.Feigning gentleness for friendship we never quite feltWhen you easily could have stood up, little 1st kup brown belt.So now I see the pattern as you moved from gi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kestrova/757589/ Someday she's gonna whisper to the black skies of nightThat she wasted her time yet she still lost the fight.But somehow she'll crawl backTo find her old strength and to discover the New length of time it will take to Attack.She's a beauty but she's brokenDown to the bone with lost hope and new lies.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kestrova/757538/ Last night when thoughts of you came to mind,I bolted from my sleep, up with a cryAnd sought through the dark my bow Even thoughI could have sworn I would rather have died.Yet something insisted that with thoughts of you,There was something I finally had to doSo I readied the strandsAnd I steadied m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kestrova/747693/ You were always the splash of color on my life's vacant canvas;The flash of fire across my darkened skyAnd when you walked out of my heart, Noticing was more painful than accepting.Like a light switching off, you were suddenly blanketed in nothingAnd the shadow of what used to be screamed to me,Remi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kestrova/740548/ I pull you close and breathe in your scent as tears rise so quickly To spill over like my love.For you, I would die;I would risk anything and everything just so you would smile.The day we first met is one I replay in my mind all the time,The way you fit so perfectly in my arms.You were always my bab.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kestrova/740421/ Belonging to no one, anyone ;She found herself in a place of blueSurrounded by flowers,The smell drifting through her window.Her window, hers.The smiling woman thatWould enter through a doorAs large and strong asThe man behind her, unsmiling.It was here that she found a home.Ye.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kestrova/736110/ Hidden beneath years of valiant victory,Committed to cries of sorrowful memory;What once rose above all else now residesIn the halls of the past.Left to be the words of the ancient,A legend falling on deaf ears as all evidenceOf its existence is washed away by rain and growthNow coveri.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kestrova/736105/ A tear drop for each wilted petal falls and dissolves within the once clear water. It was truly pretty but is now left stained; Red and thick along with the sickly sweet scent of dying roses still present. She's suffocating here, as if trapped in a cage. The darkness is slowly consuming and they're .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kestrova/735353/ To think, I've never loved someone as much as I love you.Never have I had a friend that would stand by meThe way you do.Never have I held a hand, that feels so softBut so secureUntil the day I understood you were neverWho I thought you were.Someday you would sayI saved you,Despite the times you actu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kestrova/734123/ I've never been much of a quiet girl, to my friends.I am known for defending my beliefs and my peersBut that year changed everything and brought new endsTo things I once might have held so dearWhat is it about a beautiful girl, that painfully blurs the mind?Not beautiful, perhaps, in a conventional .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kestrova/734116/ How does something so ethereal find itself in the hearts of beasts?But it's a symbol of hope, of change;It's something they hold on to, clutching the words of a mad priestAnd a woman too determined to let go.They trapped themselves in paradise by destroying the peaceAnd condemning the very freedom t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kestrova/734084/ Deprived of that lovely feeling;No capacity to feel guilt.He took everything you thought had meaning,You could've lived but the cards had been dealt.When you wake up in the morningWith those shadows across your face,Do you remember the times you had to lie,Do you regret never thinking of running awa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kestrova/733654/ I wondered if my hand was cold in yours.I wondered if you could feel it too..Maybe it was always so,That you somehow always knew.I wondered if that thunder was my heartbeat..I wondered if you could hear it too,That maybe you thought it was yours;But I know now that was never so for youI wondered at .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kestrova/733639/ I'm lost in the early hours of dawn,Having had my view of the stars traded for mountain ranges.Now all I feel is cold, distant, withdrawn;Yearning for the time when I was a stranger to changes.Many faces pass my mind, of days old and new.Voices infused with the sadness I feel, often repeat .It would.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kestrova/731954/ This was written long ago, about someone once close to my heart. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kestrova/731941/ A frozen monster met todayThe kind of fate you can't escape,It fought and screamedFor its release,But its pleas were drowned away.A broken soul that tried to dieJust realized the reason whyYou have to fight To reach the rightTo scream "It's just a lie".My frightened heart just fell againWhen exposed.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kestrova/731931/ You should have known It didn't need to end this wayBut still, you've flown without hearing my say.You would have heard those words I've dreaded so longAnd maybe.. 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