http://slow.writerscafe.org/Kastorcave The original writings of author Kastor homes en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775948492 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 What is a white lie, surly it can not cause hurt?as I release into the sky like a dovesore high my lie and let it fly into the world.What is a lie, a thought spared for her misery?releasing her from its chains, just for a whileliberate, my lie, free her from oppression. What is a white lie, a g.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kastorcave/2758514/ In the farthest distant lands,beyond the oceans, and and its sands,and past the logic it demands,lies, a place of beauty.And higher than the highest clouds,and past the peaks that pierce there shrouds,where one can stand in all its proud,a kingdom, of beauty.And drink from all its purist streamsand .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kastorcave/2746874/ To you my love, where ever you may be.Archived within the halls of time,our names engraved, both yours and mine,chisled in the one true alter,were we can look if one should faulter.and they will remain forever more,to remind us of what we fought for,and all the time we spend apart,will not remend ou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kastorcave/2746633/ A lifetime in the shadows,He battles for the sun,The smell of summer fills his lungs,His journey has begun.And through the shadows, toward the light,His feet move heel to toe,Slowly at first, then gather speed,To meet this temptress girl.Unknown waits, and every step,Leads him to her call,And slowly.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kastorcave/2746597/ I will hold your brilliant lie,inside my heart untill i die,wrapped in anger, nursed and warm,even though my heart is torn,I'll cry untill my lungs are sore,but no one listens anymore,as silence falls and cold sinks in,underneith my ugly skin,I was broken like a clock,to damn fast to make it stop,he.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kastorcave/2746581/ My attempt at a poetic story abut a sailor who hears a cry from a siren, it will be a multi part story hoping to use different forms of poetry, success or fail the ultimate aim is to learn somthing. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kastorcave/2746430/ In the coldest of Decembers,as the fire dies and turns to embers,dark clouds mass, their influence grows,threatening the world below,winters army marches in,to rid the world of glorious colour,its banner white, against the night,ready to unleash its power.the trees surrender all their leaves,but sta.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kastorcave/2650366/ In the dying of the lightone could perhaps, embrace the nightBut fear would lume and and freeze my soul And with it, cheer would slump to gloom. For the night does scare me truly Just as the Forrest fears the fire For in its roots it grows unruly Its touch alters beauty in.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kastorcave/2598609/