http://slow.writerscafe.org/thetyke The original writings of author Lady Tyke en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776026237 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I'd love this to be something I can add to and expand on from the ideas of others in this community. So, in the comments, give me writing prompts of how to expand and build on this. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thetyke/2130207/ Will probably add this to a bigger piece of work, but this snippet played in my head and had to be shared. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thetyke/2064933/ I’m not angry!Hot, white fire.A welding torch,Enough to sear,Enough to crackle and scream.I want to hear that pain pouring out.To suffer.To burn. I don’t hate.Cold, hard yes, hate no.Losing myself.A shattering roar of rage.Burning, free.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thetyke/2064925/ Stumbled across this, forgot I wrote it. About a friend. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thetyke/2042986/ Take it as you will. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thetyke/2042985/ Feels a bit chaotic and disjointed, but I learnt a long time ago, sometimes words just need said. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thetyke/1987672/ First time I've written in nearly a year. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thetyke/1964964/ He was sat on the benchwatching as she swung high into the air, her dress flaring as she swungforwards again, hair trailing behind in a stream of tangled curls. She lookedso alive even in the moon's glow, the silent, night filled world quiet apartfrom her spontaneous laughter which ripped .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thetyke/1962221/ Bit of umm ... fun lets call it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thetyke/1962217/ Bit of fun :D http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thetyke/1944566/ I wrote this in my final year at uni, which, for anyone who has been through it will know, was extremely hard work and overwhelming at times. I wanted to share this entry which I randomly found. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thetyke/1942840/ I'm standing aloneLife moving, flowing, driving on by.I can see itPassing the windows of my worldMy children growingMy marriage moulding But me, I'm ebbing awayA tide pulled away from the solid ground My world near the start Those I care for near the endFailing, crashing, dyingSucking my soul, my es.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thetyke/906668/ Our words dance through time Space bringing us closerYour touch burning my soul Tattooing yourself to my being A craving I can't give into Desire that pushes my body to the edge Lips forming hearts Words bearing heated passion Tides drawing away before crashing Seas crackling, steaming heat http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thetyke/806666/ Wrote this during one of my night shifts. I love my job but sometimes it just doesn't feel enough. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thetyke/802985/ A screen of darkness has fallenCovering my mind with lossNo words worth being spokeNo stories being bornIt isn’t the words fault Nor is it the fault of fearThere is no blame to fallI just do not utterI dare not speakWhat if the unthinkable were to come?.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thetyke/788014/ He knows the way that I will go Trials and tests he doth sow Refining me to gold so pure And on his wings I will sour The world before so far away Growing dark in fading day He is my vision and my light My salvation and delight Blessed assurance for He is mine Shielding my .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thetyke/788010/ What having a child means! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thetyke/788008/ An immature moment after a break up a few years ago. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thetyke/788006/ Wrote this 5 years ago ... just found it in one of my old notebooks. Was made into a song by an Auzzie singer/songwriter :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thetyke/787618/ Was inspired by my favourite poet Silvia Plath and her poem Lady Lazarus mixed with her life. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thetyke/705054/ It's just the first part and there will be more to come but hey, thought i'd get this much out there. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thetyke/386661/ If I left would it take away this pain, this disdain? If I screamed at the top of my lungs would I be free? If I lived in my dreams would I escape from madness? Chains of captivating darkness, Of suffocating remorse, Of death desiring, Chocking breath. How cou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thetyke/356400/ We know about being disconnected from others but what about from ourselves. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thetyke/348005/ Ummm I've litrealy just come up with the title and I wrote this over a couple of sittings. It's not exactly a story but I guess it could be the preface to my latest adventure...who knows! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thetyke/297915/ I wrote this just now after writing an email to a beautiful friend of mine telling her how I feel. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thetyke/271757/ It's a repost...I like this because it really is me and the way my mind works. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thetyke/260109/ Started out as a spin-off on Shakespeare's Sonnet. Hope you like. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thetyke/260107/ Just a poem I put together for a compatition that I'm now not going to enter but thought you might like it. I suggest you look up what Procella means in Latin. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thetyke/216801/  Hello Is anyone there? In this world crowded with people Within this...place Hello Can anyone hear me? In this world of constant noise Within this...life Hello Can anyone see me? In this world of a million eyes Within this...home Hello Can anyone feel me? In.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thetyke/202472/  “Hey babydoll” Liam’s soothing voice greeted over the phone“Hey. Where are you?” I asked, rubbing my tiered eyes.“Just went by the castle apparently. There are loads of shops on my right and a load more rain” he said allowing my mind map his posi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thetyke/202460/ My friend died of cancer a couple of months ago, I wrote this the last time I saw her...her illness broke my heart but her heart glowed beauty! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thetyke/201757/