http://slow.writerscafe.org/pjpoet The original writings of author Poetic Justice en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775992555 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 what can I say, time heals http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pjpoet/1401118/ The light left the room as the door closedThen there was only darknessThere the darkness lived Everyone who was in the darknessKnew of nothing else but darknessThey became accustomed to the nothingnessThat darkness broughtIt was still and silentThen the door opene.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pjpoet/1390531/ I have a softer side... it's wasn't always about Santa http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pjpoet/1272306/ with the festive season approaching. seems that the concept of Christ's birth kind of gets lost in the commercialism.. I'm a cynic, what can I say! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pjpoet/1272304/ if you live it http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pjpoet/1271936/ we are sending a probe to mars to see why it dried up costing billions of dollars while 40,000 people starve to death every day...its a mad mad world http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pjpoet/1271922/ I don't know http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pjpoet/1270527/ in more ways than one http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pjpoet/1270211/ personify me.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pjpoet/1255082/ lie to everyone else but never lie to yourself. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pjpoet/1237996/ lyrical take on my heart... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pjpoet/1224791/ She held herbreath in the faint hopeThat shewouldn’t drown in the mediocre of her lifeThe rainbeat against the window To thehumdrum, drum, drum of her existenceShe restedher chin on her hand, Her elbow onthe window ledge,And herheart on its laurels.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pjpoet/1222061/ they do and then we do..personal. love you daddy http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pjpoet/1193264/ Beleaguered dreams beset in the corners ofbestial realityDrained of compassionate thought and blinkeredto the truthShe wept at the sight before her with a smudgeof kohl and sack cloth eyes  As chaos chanted its baited chorus in unisonwith the call of the night.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pjpoet/1151618/ spoken word for piece I am working on http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pjpoet/1149173/ metaphor galore http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pjpoet/1148244/ we all need friends like this.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pjpoet/1072867/ :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pjpoet/1072852/ ... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pjpoet/1072322/ This is the opening prologue, to a short novel I am writing. Based on the idea of the Greek tragedies. Its a fantasy based book. enjoy http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pjpoet/1056778/ ... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pjpoet/1047374/ this book is being created currently through a series of poems (synopsis to follow) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pjpoet/1036723/ working on some fantasy.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pjpoet/1035684/ We crossedthe lineThough invisibleto the naked eyeIt cutsthrough conscience Like a hotknife through butterI feltmyself meltHot with guiltand condemnationMy defencemechanism automatically kicked inBlame ismy trump cardI see youhave a full house!.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pjpoet/1035436/ slam poet of the year..writerscafe 2011 :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pjpoet/1028814/ me me me... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pjpoet/1028813/ muse of poetry http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pjpoet/1025607/ pride always comes before something?!? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pjpoet/1025600/ s**t happens http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pjpoet/1025078/ ...some things never change..and some things do. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pjpoet/1021578/ Not happy with the title - likely to change... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pjpoet/1014731/ To selene.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pjpoet/985475/ tongue in cheek time http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pjpoet/985358/ you have been warned http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pjpoet/985355/ an ode to Gil Scott Heron..the revolution will not be televised..the sign of our times.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pjpoet/985352/ The word according to me.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pjpoet/985351/