http://slow.writerscafe.org/blackravenwriter The original writings of author Alexis suzzanne en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776036199 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 It's quiet to quiet for downtown New York. I'm sitting in a run down play house on the corner of Woodrow and Elm. It's surprisingly spacious, and it is covered head to toe in plants. " Why would they have a play house in downtown New York behind a dumpster?" I thought to myself, " I mean really how .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blackravenwriter/1178232/ what the hell am I suppose to do now? I mean yes I enjoyed it, but no I wasn't pleased with myself.Ugh! I just don't know what to do! This crap is crazy, one minute I'm resting against a tree minding my own business, the next minute I'm running from the cops with blood on my hands. So by now you can.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blackravenwriter/1178224/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blackravenwriter/1178223/ The days of love, of then since gone from my eye.The day that I shall rue forever more..Valentines day.As if I had a notion of hope I pray I will never feel the faint love that purses my lips.In my heart my soul dances with the rain and feeds off of the blood of my disires.I know for certain th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blackravenwriter/1119887/ Our hands entwined like vines on the tree of love,We shall watch the heavens spell out our names in a cloud of pink air.We are forever lovers.Envious of the stars up above.We laugh like children in play.We cry like sinners in the month of May.Here we are and here we will stand now and forever.Will y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blackravenwriter/1115536/ Let me heal..hear my heart beat..feel the thorn in my side as I feel the last breath subside.Any motion..No emotionTo hear the men cry out from their ship..Hear the sounds.. the monterous sounds..The ones who are left to die..They the heros. The blessed heros that dance across the midnight stri.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blackravenwriter/1113224/ You think I'm crazy a little bit nieve?Am I really or do you just hope that I am?This is the story of how My life got flipped and turned upside down..no I'm not the fresh prince of Belair but I do have a story to tell.It all starts on January 14 ,2012 I was dealing with family issues amoung all thin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blackravenwriter/1102702/ Whistles blowing here it comes!Ahead is a mountain so far beyond my wildest dreams.Why must I faulter to my knees?I feel as if I'm like a runaway train.My wheels keep on turning,My whistles blows out steem across my blood stained forhead.No!I Must spread my wings and fly!I must never look back again.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blackravenwriter/1102696/ A day..A heart..A memory.. so much a love as great as this.I can not tell you how I long for love,, for adventure .. for my freedom from the realm of death.The evil with his hands of black bruised with lies and boiled envy.His eyes of dread of red and black.OH how I long to leave this place.The ligh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blackravenwriter/1091830/ Sting my innocence!Bring me down !Show me the lies that you have told me were the truth in world.Sting my heart , so I can feel the fury of your willingness to give up on me .I know what you are .. You are a monsterous beast of  a man.A Stinging beast of vengenence! Sting the life of a child ma.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blackravenwriter/1056310/ Everyone look around the world.Fighting heated love of comfort, arising from earths cracks.Or wait .. what is this madness that is thrusted upon my broken heart?A passionate love from many a folk.No where can I go to find my missing puzzle piece.I will never give up , wherever the seasonal love may .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blackravenwriter/1056307/ Painted angels in the nightoh how they glimmer.My heart of gold and broken glass will never see the angels wingsMy eyes are so clouded with fearMy heart is falling to pieces, to many lies to many false fears of fake love.Plastic toys of thier desire to have there way with you. Players of lov.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blackravenwriter/972155/ Flowers of life have an everlasting bloomThe hummingbirds feed off its sweet nectar of lifeMy love forever and a day shall be my savior   My life, My passion, My freedomForsooth the distant crys of the lost souls of loveFlowers of life have an everlasting bloom, a bloom of home f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blackravenwriter/972152/ Pouring down rain of silver treesDripping paint on an artists canvas of lifeAwake the life that seems like paint by numbersThe trees dance across the sea of colorForever free yet still chained to the gruesom reality of evilMy painted utopia shall be no more than a dreamA pouring down rai.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blackravenwriter/972149/ Today my love flysToday my love singsToday my love falls into a dark heated love.Love until the day you dieForever young we shall beI want to be forever youngWith my love flying highLove,live,life to the fullestToday my love flysToday my love singsmy lifemy dream , come sore wi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blackravenwriter/972143/     My hear amoung other things is protected with barbed wire.It bleeds for my love, it takes my breath away.My heart amoung other things is protected with barbed wire.Feel my heart with blistered truth scattered along my heart.Awake in my fear my heart lives.Amoung the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blackravenwriter/972138/ Cry me a river of memory and time.Cry me a river oh so divine.Ontop of a snow covered mountain tops we climb.Awaken the soul that dies inside of you .Open the light that burns ever so slightly.Can you see the path over yonder?Breath in the past, ressurect the future.You're the keeper s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blackravenwriter/972135/ So as soon as I get to school, I just had to bump into Natasha, who was looking extra gorgeous today. " Hey Lesley!" , " Oh hey Natasha." She looks me with curiosity " what are you doing tonight? " I was kinda curious myself why she would even care but I say "Ugh ... why?" she looks a little defea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blackravenwriter/962202/ "Ugh No! Stop don't ahh!" Alright so you're probably wondering , what the hell is going on! Well  I'm here to tell you my long painfull but hilarious story, of a girl not so lucky. Her name is Lesley Starchild she's about seventeen, one hundred and twenty five pounds, and extremely out there. T.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blackravenwriter/960746/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blackravenwriter/960711/         My deepest regret was knowing you loved me.My deepest regret was knowing you cared.Today is a day of solitude,Today is a day of new life.Plentiful peace and harmony.All alone on this day.wonderful peace and bounty all on thi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blackravenwriter/895003/       Fallen Angels...  Snow coverd angels.We fly over love we fly over flight.Stand over the star.FlyAngels fly.Even in the darkness even in the night,Lead me through the shadows of love and life.Fallen angels,snow coverd angels.We fly.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blackravenwriter/894999/          Amoung the rest, sudden changes.upheld but a tear, laugh, sorrowful or beautiful memory.I have such things.Meak as I seem, strong.The clouds draw in .Awake and alive we stand.Against the trees, the sky the air ever.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blackravenwriter/894992/                                                Up in the frightful air.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blackravenwriter/813084/                  Well living isnt some sought after fantasy that know one ever reaches,                     &.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blackravenwriter/811874/                                                   .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blackravenwriter/810148/                                I the most wonderful and honorable deep sky.             &n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blackravenwriter/803884/                               Dark dark night let your sweet voice sing .             &n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blackravenwriter/800873/ to appall a person you must be strong.to appall a person you must be pig headed.the thoughts you face are but a  disgrace,for only you know the basis of that one thought that drives you made with anger and frustration.to appall is as easy as 1,2,3, like a w***e at a street corner.I have.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blackravenwriter/797382/ Earth as we no it  will seace to exist without us knowing how love interchanges with emotion. Earth is a little planet made up of haters,daters,players and prayers know one loves anymore its a dire consequencethat obviously humans are to pig headed to see. The world is a beautiful place, m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blackravenwriter/796969/ Emotion is the devin right we all have. Its a gift not so common  we all think our  emotion or devotion is a powerful feeling of love,life and sometimes liberty. emotion of devotion is a notion of devotion, an antidote for the mind. A heeling power for the sick and a sympathetic eye for .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blackravenwriter/796965/ Among the days of lazy haze there is a daze of confusion of self illusion for the clinically insane. thou shall not compare thee to the lazy haze of the deathly days of love but of the grave laziness of our haziness afterall and two who can the wondering eye catch the dazy starry sky, of the lover.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blackravenwriter/796963/ Love is unending like a circle we stay connected we fight we laugh we cry and die a thousand deaths not knowing what could have been and should have been because in the human heart there is 2% feeling 10% love andrest is pain, hate and destruction because thats what we breath in each day. Hoping tha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blackravenwriter/796961/ Let thy hummingbird sing to all that have faithfully departed..... 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