http://slow.writerscafe.org/12richardsonl The original writings of author Luke en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776024803 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 What are you doing Thean?Can you not see your hurting her arm?Perhaps its a melancholy game,A circling revenge.What were you thinking Thean?You can not dangle those thoughts!The stained knight takes his own head,This stems the rage.Have you no humanity Thean?What would her moth.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/12richardsonl/803361/ Something tells me this is a bad idea. Yet I like to taste the sky. I like to hope for these kinds of things. Maybe it will work out this time. Love is in the kitchen with a culinary eye and I will be smart enough to take a bite. The taking of chances i will be remembered for, or not.&nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/12richardsonl/799565/ To say that I have had some of the best moments of my life with you would not be an exaggeration. As you expect however the coin flips both ways. It is a very peculiar situation I find myself in with you. Most the time I get the feeling that you are ashamed of me. Like i’m part of a life that.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/12richardsonl/795185/ A calculated risk, thats what I tell myself. I piss poor jester’s joke to blind king is what it is. It will work when I see all the outcomes. But I cant see any of them and all are laughing at what I cant see.  Perhaps it is safe here because I know none will follow me into the dark. S.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/12richardsonl/794834/ I should say nothing. I learn much more that way. Looks finally come my way when I am talking to you. But there are only of disapproval and mistrust. There is no crime in what I do! I will not apologize for feeling sane. Where is the line between your fashion and your mind? Shall the sins of my pas.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/12richardsonl/794430/ “If I had words i’d make a day for you i’d sing you a morning gold and true to last you for all time, bath your days deep in sunshine”   -Babe A mist has descended upon these days. It clouds all the beauty and casts out the the strugglers. A leaf falls to the g.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/12richardsonl/794028/ A beginning. Where to begin? I think, perhaps my first mistake, but i digress. I am here because of the oblivious recognition. I am human. Thus I enjoy being praised or hearing the sound of my own voice much like other humans. And so now all shall see my value, or not. It is nice to have such anony.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/12richardsonl/793949/