http://slow.writerscafe.org/lalydia The original writings of author Tai Ryens en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776172982 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Chopin - Ballade 1 Op. 23. Alternatively, L (blue). http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lalydia/1922112/ From time to time "Yourcrooked smile comes to me in dreamsshining brighter than the sunon pleasant dayswhen we would sit side by sideon that park bench, hearts racing,minds racing fasterwith the thought  of usskipping hand in hand through the blooming rosebushes.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lalydia/1919557/ The eyes ofthe heavens twinklewith our love,forever a testamentto our nights spenthand-in-hand as we whisperedsweet nothings into each other’s throatsbeneath the blanket of the coldwith nothing but the glow of theconstellations aboveand each other for warmth.It wa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lalydia/1487074/ Somewhere, deep in the forest beneath the autumn blazeof a maple tree,I hear your name in Nature’s breathas it whistlesthrough the fiery leavesthat bristle with nostalgia for the taste of summer,and the sweet taste of springsomewhere over yonder,where the air doesn&rs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lalydia/1484402/ The wavesbeat down on the shore wave after wave while the storm raged on, roared in its language of thunder and ice,swore it would bring upon landthe hammer of a godand tear it apart piece by piece,raged and raged and rageduntil the day whenthe weight of the world lifted.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lalydia/1455940/ Where amongthe devilsWould such a benign creatureLike me blend in?Nowhere.I curse these angel wingsDay by day for the woeThey drag along,For setting me apartFrom the scoundrels In the den of thieves That singsong their accusationsLike serenades with temptations,Ta.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lalydia/1448053/ I couldsmell the thick miseryof the innocent in the airas I wandered passed the memories of homes that were not mine,memories that beckon, haunt,and screamfrom the thingsleft behind,the plushies, a child’s best friendlying torn to pieces in the mud,the other chi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lalydia/1427490/ The whitenoiseof the worldbristlesin my thoughts.Silence screams.Static screamsback.Winter feels too warm,yet my bones shiverin the breath of snow.So, too, does my heart,with every breath,alone.Silence screams,my lips sing along.Static screamsjust th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lalydia/1392481/ The calmbefore the storm haunts me with its emptiness so thick,like the foggy memory of a moment past, where I can recall only the cloudsdrifting amid the rustic skies above,and the taste of your lips against mine,and the feeling of your breath against my neck;and nothing else. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lalydia/1388141/ The worldroars in my deaf ears,I do not listen.Wind blows at a wisp of my hairobscuring my vision,my mirror shatters beneaththe weight of the world,ripples of water cradle thespaces between my toes.And still I claim this worlddoes not want me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lalydia/1362506/ Thehummingbird entrenched within my heartaches for the familiarity of endless summers,endless fields, endless skies painted with cloudsthat cradle her wings gently,in ways that the spaces in my hollow soulnever could.Her words haunted me as I read them,plastered on the walls in.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lalydia/1360015/ Griefbecame the bitter centerpiecethat spliced twin lives together,cackled as it smothered the desperateembers roaring with passionburning on from the ashes of trepidationthat gave way to the collapseof hierarchy.  Alas, life cannot be lived like birds confined to a cage,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lalydia/1359501/ emptyskies dot the horizonof the days I live,days that drag on by like years of eventidelingering above mein the daytime, Ifind no difference,for the cloudy skiesalways seem to block the sunor hide the shooting starsthe only constellationsin the darkness of my lif.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lalydia/1352470/ Thesetting sun gives wayfor the vices of human spirit,black as the night, tothrive in the darkness,likewise,the exhausted sighs of a moon setting offto rest bring rise to the virtuesof life that shimmer in the dawn.Vices and virtues, a chessboard colored black and whitewith.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lalydia/1349245/ I amcrumbling in a late autumn breezeDefined by its frigid, cruel composure,Passed soci’ties that fall apart with easeWith dreams fading into the dust and blurOf existence: a now faint memoryIn which boys and girls scream and chant for peaceOr recall old world blues in shades o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lalydia/1345678/ Vedris recalled with intensecuriosity what the boy of shadows had told her the night before, and in themorning she truly regarded the environment with a heightened perception. 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