http://slow.writerscafe.org/deathstrykex The original writings of author Arachne. en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776031125 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Cater to the cadence of the wind fell windfall beatthe trying tryst in tune as the dealer's heart they meetwhat prose will pose today what testaments they featthe silent sound of tenure is the bitter heart's defeat http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deathstrykex/2024420/ Choose your chances Come what mayRide or die transforms the day to dayInto Tranquil trance I fall into a daze Whatever seemed to happen to the thrills of yesterday The sands of time do fall like sleep upon my browThe seeds of saturns scytheCut the ground where future growWhat mus.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deathstrykex/2004422/ The day I quit social media, was the day I started living my life.25 Scorpio in the Heavens, warn of an "x-ray photograph"The same rays that have invaded my life, killed my creativity, my soul itself.I want a new job, I hate this one. But it's so close, and yet miles away from where I really need to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deathstrykex/1946191/ Neptune, outer gas giant, god of mystics and magic, ethereal and escapists. Neptune rules over the zodiac sign of Pisces, and the astrological 12th house. Face your fate and find your faith. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deathstrykex/1815788/ My soul's the culprit,You'll soon see why.It never craved an easy life.It never sought for getting byShe's forever do or die.We need the depthTo question whyTo reach beyond the earthly highsTo tend the flamesThe fire I hideIt's a mess, but come insideYou'll never have a better rideI'm not content to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deathstrykex/1744122/ This is so boring. V tried relentlessly to interest herself in the numerous smoke shops she found herself being dragged into. One after the other. After all, it wasn't her birthday, and that gave her no right to complain. Everything at Venice was outdoors- which was fortunate. It felt significantly.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deathstrykex/1729082/ "You're driving all the way down to Tempe?" She continued without even taking a breath. "It's a school night." She looked like she was preparing an argument in her head, but decided against it as soon as she saw her daughter's face. As if that meant something.  She was accustomed to doing that.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deathstrykex/1725914/ To Michael the loneliness was dreadful. “If only something would make a sound!” he cried. -J.M. Barrie http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deathstrykex/1725908/ I saw Vesta in his eyes on that same December night,My borrowed lover's other- vibrant, verdant. Pierced my sight.Victory in a daze, counting Apples left to right.The Knight's may hold the hand, while the King dictates their plight.Chariot in a chair, Pluto rising on his veil.Silver scre.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deathstrykex/1717317/ Emotions are like waves. They come and go the same way. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deathstrykex/1212483/ none yet. work in progress http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deathstrykex/1212480/ I’m safe in my shacklesThere’s a peace in the darkA quiet in my heartAnd yet, a knock at the doorBut to unveil would release the sunA giant spotlight to my soresBruises long since healed There’s still a tenderness where they lay.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deathstrykex/1208284/ Soft words, soft tongue. Bitter words unsung There’s a light in the attic and a warmth in my chestA seed in my soulI’ve lost all controlI don’t know how I got hereOr how to get outBut I’m sure if I’m luck.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deathstrykex/1208281/ Getting over a toxic relationship http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deathstrykex/1114564/ his detriment http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deathstrykex/1072032/ I miss the sun http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deathstrykex/839142/ summer always ends too soon http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deathstrykex/838859/ A very personal poem about gender roles. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deathstrykex/838372/