http://slow.writerscafe.org/RileyMistwood The original writings of author Marlice Morgan en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776027430 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I lied to myself againsaid we would only be friendsbut then I heard you say my nameand I knew my whole world was changed I lied to myself todayI told you that I could walk away(anytime I wanted)But if I set one foot outside your doorI know I wont want to be in this world anymoreCause you, you'v.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RileyMistwood/2114552/ I follow you down until I hit the bottomFollowing a love that only lives inside of me You reached out and said baby hold on tightthen watched as I  drowned in your dark seaBuried in a nightmare I thought that it was blissaddicted to the painaddicted to your darknessMy dreams are being ripp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RileyMistwood/2114394/ She walked among the stars floating somewhere out in spaceher hair like the golden rays of sunsets as moonbeams shine down upon her faceSwimming in the deepest blues of the longest night reside her skirts made of glittering galaxies swirling ever so brightwatch as she dances.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RileyMistwood/2113639/ Do I deserve these dreamsDo I dare open my eyes floating on a moonbeam in starry filled night skieswrapped up in a warm blanket of life and lovemy fingertips stretching to touch the heavens aboveeyes filled with hope and magiclips waiting to whisper words of love I hold onto my heart .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RileyMistwood/2113506/ Cauldron's boiling Fire's burning Smoke is slowly twisting,turning A pinch of this, a dash of that Upon my head, a withces hat I close my eyes as magick flows Around me quick the darkness grows Ancient words escape my lips The power of my soul it grips Sh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RileyMistwood/2113504/ Cold hands grab me from bellowpulling, clawing, tearing at my soul.Air escapes my lungs upon my chest a thousand tons I kick and writhe to reach the lightbut in the end a loosing fight.I sink now to the depths belowwatching as the darkness grows My body grows stilland in the darkthe m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RileyMistwood/2113503/ He roams the earth by moons pale lightA hunter in the dark of nightMans soul he comes to take awayto rob you of another dayHungry for the blood of manA scythe he holds in his handand in his eyes theirs only deaththe stench of decay upon his breathFor all eternity he will reignUntil no more of man re.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RileyMistwood/2113501/ Reaction Paper written for class in reference to the book The Joy Luck Club http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RileyMistwood/2113500/ This is an excerpt from an essay I wrote for my English class Edvard Munch and a few of his paintings. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RileyMistwood/2113499/ For my dearest ValentineTo you I give this heart of mine. I've cut it out so carefully,for you and all the world to see. It has a few old scars and stings,and holes where once there were tiny strings. I've placed it in this wooden box,a perfect bow which sits a top this broken heart o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RileyMistwood/2113498/ Upon this mound of books I stand.A Queen of the grandest land. A crown of words adorns my headand in my hand the mighty penThe slayer of the bravest men Inside my mind a key I holdto unlock stories yet untold Oh what wonders lay aheadtucked away inside my head My hands create a t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RileyMistwood/2113497/ Here comes the tiny painterthe buckets in her hand.Her raven hair is flowingas waves crash on the land.her tiny toes are spreadingupon the beaches sand. she reaches high into the skyto paint the pale moonlight.then over to the velvet blueto paint the stars so bright. her canvas is the slee.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RileyMistwood/2113496/ Upon her work table there is a boxwith needles and thread and a rusty lock Remembering the conversations they have hadthe hurtful words that stung so bad The broken heart and fractured mindall those words had left behind  She starts to work so feverishlyupon her brand new ma.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RileyMistwood/2113495/ The icy water is at my back,there are Lillie's in my hair.I'am floating down this river,the river of despair. There's no one here to save meand now it is too late.Im floating down this river, in time I'll meet the FatesMy fingers are so cold,my lips have turned to blue.My heart will soon s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RileyMistwood/2113493/ Where your footsteps treadpoison spews from your mouth your soul is black and deadevil thoughts swirling in your head those who you touch are dragged into helltheir voices muted so they can not yell their insides rot as their bodies dropbecoming useless and frail emptiness flows .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RileyMistwood/2113492/ In a field of rainbowsthree Princess' will playThe sun is slowly risingas night turns into dayBeautiful flowers adorn their shinning hairthe sweet scent of innocence drifting through the air.Rosy lips are smilingeyes as bright as starsThey dance and sing through the fieldwhere all the flowers arethe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RileyMistwood/2113489/ Out of the darkness comes a lightA breath taking Angel, a beautiful sight. A hand reaches out and I take hold, A new path before me begins to unfold. I take the first steps, my heart it pounds. The blood rushing through me the only sounds. There he stands my guiding star.&nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RileyMistwood/2113488/ In anticipation of what may come she steadies her heart. Closing her eyes she sits quietly Steeling her soul for the battle that is to come. All the tears have been shed, the time for pity and sorrows cast aside. Ready your heart and your mind, the battle for your soul it comes and you shall be.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RileyMistwood/2113487/ Stay and wait through the rainThe cold chill entering my veinsLonging for days of summer sunThe days when you and I were oneI sit here now my head bowed down, my eyes shut tightas I listen to the haunting nightA black bird comes to perch beside my corpse which once was so alive and full of.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RileyMistwood/2113486/ The warmth escapes your fingertips to linger on my rosy lips.  your eyes stare deep into my soulyour love for me begins to growi lay my head upon your chesti shut my eyes, begin to restdreams of love and happinessdrift across the emptiness of space and time and in betweena love l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RileyMistwood/2113484/