http://slow.writerscafe.org/TheLadyOfShallot The original writings of author Blue Ivory en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775973776 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 COVERED Scared of listeningScared of speakingScared to be in touch withmyselfScared to know what I reallyhave to say They get shocked when they seeme displaying emotionsPerhaps the normal I wascraving, I have finally achievedJust a shallow person.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheLadyOfShallot/2120303/ My Body.I let you into my bodyHow could I have done such a thingI let you make a home in my heartNay, I built you a home in my heartOnly the best for the man who builds nestsEach night I gathered bricksCemented them straight from my veinsWhile you toiled awayPaving your own path.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheLadyOfShallot/2118918/ I’m sorry to my bodyI’m sorry to my soulI’m not sorry for myselfI’m apologetic of my actionsTowards myself. I kiss my fingertipsHug my arms tightI broke myself apartSelf-sacrificed and self-pitiedPut myself into molds that don&rsqu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheLadyOfShallot/2064115/ Death is sweetSuffocate me with the smell of coffee like it’s chloroformHurt me…with blissSoak me in vanilla tinted fairytalesStab me in the chest with shards of black and lovelyS P R I N K L E   T IT SCall me honeyHave me over the moon with joy.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheLadyOfShallot/2062450/ HomeJust rememberYou have somebody waitingDay and nightWith a home for you Not a physical oneJust in hereNot that bigBut just enough room for youYou take up all the spaceIt’s beating just for you Every day the lights turn onIn case you returnEvery day the door is unlockedEvery night .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheLadyOfShallot/1978223/ LEGO GIRLWhat do they really know?About me?What do I really know?About me? In a desperate attempt to pick up my scattered piecesI find my fingers, clutch my pearlsBut they keep fallingOut of my handsHow can I hold them without palms? I put my.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheLadyOfShallot/1880826/ Sometimes I like to sit in the darkAnd feel your fingers trace my bodyCold against meSometimes you're not so gentle thoughAnd it begins to hurtAnd leaves a mark or twoI can't help it, you know?I'm sensitive and fragileWith skin as sheer as muslinSometimes I light a candle in the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheLadyOfShallot/1641298/ Sometimes I like to think aboutYour head on my lapWith us on the bright green grassLife would be so peacefulEverything just right I shut them offfor a reasonThey were hurtingme… You and meWould it be so bad?I could finally be happy.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheLadyOfShallot/1389269/ Confession of My Love Sometimesmy heart craves to fall in loveBut Iknow the truthI couldnever bind my heart to that of another human’s soulFor Inever believed that I was human Thepart of me that feels somethingIs thepart I call my soulAll mybody can offer is friendshipM.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheLadyOfShallot/1363066/ I Should Not Be Happy  You taught me how to smileAll I wanted was to chokeI once cried in the arms ofanotherAnd then I was shamed for it. I used to want to be the happiestI’m now the one to make everyone’sdayI guess this is why women arecomplicatedBut I miss .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheLadyOfShallot/1363035/ Stardust Baby I romanced ashadowBut I know I’m notthe only oneStrange as itsounds,He could reallyhold meBetter than therest of you I romanced an ideaAnd boy, did helove me!Always glowed theshade of brillianceUntil the day he.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheLadyOfShallot/1309138/ If all it took wasto tell you in every single language-Existing or not-Just how much Imiss youThe time it’d takewould be a small price to pay                     &nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheLadyOfShallot/1295836/ And the word I had to enter for this: superfix! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheLadyOfShallot/1274998/ I do not need to be called beautiful.Say it to your princess.I’m simply her handmaiden.A side story will do just fine. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheLadyOfShallot/1274994/ MonsterI liveunder the roof of a monsterAmonster of my very own bloodHekeeps me safe and harms my loved onesItspoison is slowly driving me insane He is half the reason I was bornHalf his traits lie within meIt’s possible that someday I’ll be h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheLadyOfShallot/1266724/ Beauty.Have I embraced the darkness?I write on.Feeling my words are shallow.This is all I have.Whatever else I had, I just lost. I come here because I am loved here.I feel at home.Home is nice, but am I getting too cozy?When was the last time I sawfull color?     &nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheLadyOfShallot/1266146/ Reaching The EndI have somany friendsBut what’sthe pointIf I’mstill crying alone?And oneday, they’ll all be goneIt’ll allbe over soon I’m nevergonna find my fairy godmotherNever getthat letter from HogwartsNever be.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheLadyOfShallot/1246072/ You start writing again, I publish something I've been scared to expose for over a year. Your move, Muse ;-* http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheLadyOfShallot/1243783/ I am but a littlegirlWho has bigdreamsLiving in a poor homeIn a bad neighborhoodIn the overcrowded capital cityOf a third world countryIn a world that is in debt. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheLadyOfShallot/1243777/ Melissa stepped out of the car, with Tommyfollowing her. "Uncle Martin, I'm so sorry! I was gonnacall..." she started explaining. Martin got up from the front steps. His eyeswere red. His hair was a mess. His face was greasy, and he looked breathless.He did not resp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheLadyOfShallot/1225846/ PrayerI fear You. Always have. And so one day, I ran. I found You in every corner. There was nowhere I could hide. Only difference from then and before, Was that then, I was disconnected from You.&n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheLadyOfShallot/1217017/ Just a pattern in my life I've noticed, and am wondering how to break... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheLadyOfShallot/1216509/ An explanation to my absence. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheLadyOfShallot/1216403/ Martin Lauren, or as we know him, Uncle Martin, was a blond man of average looks. Although he was 29, he resembled his late brother, who would have been 35, in both face and behavior. They had the same smile. They both cleared their throats whenever they faced an awkward silence. Martin, bei.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheLadyOfShallot/1199676/ After the movie was over, Tommy offered to give Melissa a ride home. That was convenient for her, given that her Uncle Martin had no idea where she was as her phone was still not with her, and Olivia had had to flee. She gladly accepted. As Tommy sat down in the driver's seat and buckled up .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheLadyOfShallot/1185281/ A Fool In LoveYou know thatthing they say about money?Well Irealized it can be applied to affections too.They tell younot to spend it all in one place.To save some.In case allthat you have today, is gone tomorrow.What will youdo then?Will you everlove agai.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheLadyOfShallot/1181383/ That VoiceSo tell me, what I candoFor these hands that youused to make me?You created meCrafted me out of yourheartThat night-Or was it day? I wouldn’t know.I was busy dancing toyour good music.Carried away by thatvoice of yours&he.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheLadyOfShallot/1181373/ Somehow in all of her troubles, and the mess that her life was, Melissa had managed to make some really good friends. They were great people. They loved her, and she loved them. They all took care of each other, always had each others' backs. Melissa didn't know what she would do without the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheLadyOfShallot/1166369/ Melissa lay awake in bed, staring at one of her pictures that had been framed on the wall. It was an oil pastel picture of a tree, half of which was its state in Winter, the other in Spring. She stared at it, wondering all of the same things that she had been wondering when she had drawn the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheLadyOfShallot/1164280/ RosesAt Your GraveWe were  supposed to be deadto each other.But what does dying mean, exactly?Isn’t it natural to mourn over your dearly departed?Are my tears not valid? You, on the other hand, have moved on.On to where we’re told is a be.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheLadyOfShallot/1155952/ Damn!"You're flunking?" he said, sounding disappointed, once Melissa sat down opposite of him. "This is kinda how it's always been..." she told him, hoping he would let her off. "I thought you were smart! You definitely sound smart all the time..." he complained. All of a sudden, he ap.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheLadyOfShallot/1155139/ The fact that Tommy was earning for himself inspired Melissa to want to do the same. He didn't make much, but it still fascinated young Melissa. All she knew was it was definitely an improvement from not earning anything at all like she was. If she made that much money, she would have enough to buy .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheLadyOfShallot/1154485/ Verses read sdrawkcabWhispers in my headInk stains on my bodyI've been touched by youVenom in these veinsConfusing an innocent little childMusic followed by laughterMurmurs...Why? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheLadyOfShallot/1148775/ The moment Melissa entered the house with Tommy, unfortunately, they witnessed two mice running one after another. Melissa blushed and started walking even slower than before. She hoped irrationally that he hadn't noticed. Holding his hand, she guided the way to her bedroom."Home already?" Unc.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheLadyOfShallot/1147072/ "Sooo, I kinda have a surprise for you..." Melissa told Tommy merrily, hiding a scroll of white paper behind her back as she closed the door. "Someone's in a good mood today!" he flirted, putting his hands on her waist, "What's the surprise?" "Well, you know how you've had a problem wi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheLadyOfShallot/1146049/ It had been a month since her uncle had moved in, and the taking Julie to the hospital incident had happened.  The doctors still couldn't find anything seriously wrong with her. But Julie's health continued to fluctuate since then. This frustrated Martin greatly, and that bothered Melis.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheLadyOfShallot/1144242/ Martin arrived with Dr. Morgan, who told them that there was nothing to worry about. That Julie just needed to be under observation for a night or two in the hospital, and that the nosebleed was just from the pressure of the vomiting. It was pretty natural, he told them. He also said, that t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheLadyOfShallot/1143125/ Running into her mother's room and saw vomit on the floor. Julie looked up at her, and Melissa noticed their were tears rolling down her eyes, and blood running down her nose too. That had never happened to her before, so Melissa began to panic. She held her mother and guided her to the bath.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheLadyOfShallot/1137500/ Melissa entered the house, her lips tingling from the kiss, and found bills lying on the floor. Sighing out of frustration, she picked up the scattered envelopes, and started sorting through them. Ir was time again, for her to decide which facilities of modern life she cared enough about to .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheLadyOfShallot/1136418/ "So you've seriously never been asked out by anyone, before?" Olivia asked, surprised. "Anytime I have, it was always a dare." Melissa told all of her now eagerly listening friends. "You know, if people need to be dared to ask you out, it means you're intimidatingly beautiful." chimed in h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheLadyOfShallot/1135718/ Melissa had never cared much about popularity. Perhaps, that was because she never really had that many friends before. She wasn't one to only prefer her own company, though. She always had about 2 or 3 friends, and felt that they were enough, so she never bothered socializing any further. T.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheLadyOfShallot/1134776/ Julie had never been able to work. She had tried to many times, but her health would fluctuate very frequently, causing her to stay bed-ridden a lot of the time. In the past few years, this had started happening more and more often, putting in Melissa a sense of responsibility and maturity.A.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheLadyOfShallot/1134756/ She was awoken by the sound of immense shouting and thumping, coming from the door to her house. The bell had stopped working two months ago. She recognized the voice to belong to her uncle, Martin. Just as she'd thought, he was there to pay his contribution to her family. His money was what.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheLadyOfShallot/1133688/ She stepped on reality when she came home. It was all around her. Clothes were scattered all over the floor-all used, all reeking. She danced about, not realizing what the world she walked in was made of. She had just come home from a night out with her friends. Mice ran for their lives, as her need.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheLadyOfShallot/1133673/ "Never Heal"Verse 1:I don't ever want to fall againIt hurts too much to hear your nameEvery moment that I'm awakeThe miles between us are still the sameChorus 1:Tell me, why you made me let goIf you had no intention to catch me?And from such a height, my dearI'm afraid I'.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheLadyOfShallot/1120164/ SpiritI let myselffallThrough the night skyPassing stars on my wayWould you catch meIf I had a physical weight?I'ma wandering soul.I'll only hurtIf you trap me in a body.When you're here with me,Holding me,You are beautiful.You almost make my spirit want t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheLadyOfShallot/1109564/ Stranger  Today, I read allthe wordsI once wrote about you.It's amazing how hurt I wasHow badly you had me broken...It's almost as ifThat girl in those pagesWas a strangerUnbelievable how many times I cried,I'd really thought you were the one, hadn't I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheLadyOfShallot/1104424/ I'm nakedBut you're a mistSo they can't seeAnd you surround me.I'm drippingI'm cold.It's winter.But I'm wet.Still, you're a mist.So they can't seeHow you choke me.These are simple words, right?I laugh dryly.It's carried by icy vapor.To the others, I exist as but.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheLadyOfShallot/1091810/ Thursday, July 2, 3am, My Bed. Dear Diary, I don’t understand what’s happening. But I am so scared! Have Iever been scared of a nightmare before? Thisscared? I had a dream that I was in the living room, where my dad and Iwere watching TV. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheLadyOfShallot/1091599/ Wednesday, July 1, 9pm, Home. Dear Diary, Well, I suppose it’s about time I start calling it that. Home,that is. How do I feel about the Mystic Falls so far? It’s ok Iguess. Today was definitely tiring. With the drive here, the unpacking and thenall .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheLadyOfShallot/1091595/