http://slow.writerscafe.org/slimpickins The original writings of author Jordan A. Wilson en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776047117 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Life just happens.I take it in stride.I’d rather pickexperience,Than try to pick aside.The cats, fat up high.The dogs, bogged downlow.If the system works,Will it ever show? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/slimpickins/1066300/ Let me tell you what I really want to do,To see if your feelings and assumptions are true.You think you know my type and how my mind works too.Well rest assured, girl, I’m only in it for you. I just really want to move,Past where we’re at, I just really want to groove,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/slimpickins/1042155/ operating on auto pilot.going through the motions.functioning.not out of will or motivation,but out of pure happenstance.high,like too many doses of balloon helium.high, or my perception of it.but not the good kind.the kind where you feel detached.the kind where you hover above the groundand float l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/slimpickins/1035575/ Enters in through the earsand travels to the brain.Says goodbye to the craniumand then boards the train.Seat belts fastened tightand now they take off.Hope the ride is smooth.Hope the right is soft.Miles and miles of veins,heading southbound.Destination up ahead.Time is counting down."There lies The.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/slimpickins/1035568/ You smile.Monkey smiles.I smile.Warms heart.You frown.I smile.People look.Don't start.You sing.You laugh.You areJust right.I watch.I think.I feel.I write. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/slimpickins/1034681/ A curious case I have become.Void of passion, void of fun.The forest, ripe with toil and zest,Are where these illusions manifest.Wandering 'round, eyes to the skies.A fire moon suspended high.Hark the herald, raven's song.I wish my train would come along.Ribbons running, racing fast.Casting memories.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/slimpickins/1033133/ Blue Rose Contest Entry http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/slimpickins/1021323/ shadow watching.all the time.calms nerves.eases mind.paranoia?not, i think.watch them close.don't you blink.perceptive prowess?you are correct.those with the giftare few and select.ignorance and bliss. one in the same.is it meor the shadows to blame?anticipation.racing thoughts. waiting fo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/slimpickins/1018185/ rancid rules rain downeyes rolling from side to sidelet the fools abide http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/slimpickins/1018170/ A crossroads.A conundrumLeft side and right side.Stay here getting screwed or go it alone being chopped?Neither answer in sight.I support the left, but I'm leaning towards the right. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/slimpickins/1009759/ Just think.Let the feelings fill your soulAnd enter your mind.Let them riddle your bodyWith tingles and itches,So much so thatYou find yourself pacingBefore you can bringYour hand to grab a pen.Let them make it unbearableFor you to suffocate themIn your subconscious.Allow thought, mind, nerves,&nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/slimpickins/1002320/ My blank stare refrainsfromBespeaking what chargesthe circuitsIn my brain.A lightless house isnot alwaysAn empty one.Interrogate my eyes.Hear their stories.Learn how a closedmouth makesFor an open mind.Open.Open in the sense ofobservation.Obs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/slimpickins/1000304/ The eggshells on which Itread are asWhite as the smile thathaunts me.An array of ribbonsflutter through theCaverns of my mind.Each with their own identity,their ownSentiments.Entranced I am as thesevandals tagHer soothing visage onthe empty wallsAnd tr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/slimpickins/1000301/ X marks the spotIt’s stitched on herbreastSpent many a-daysearching Now I’ve finally foundthe chest A chest full oftreasureIn which the spoils IbeholdA flame that burnsinsideShall never grow old Let us relish in thisday.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/slimpickins/997485/ Please, wait…Don’t let your shipsail from shore Please, wait…Don’t let your shipsail from shore Please, wait…Don’t let your shipsail from shore If You go sailing,Then We’ll go sailingno mo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/slimpickins/997456/ If justice can be poeticThen where is my play?All the pretty face followersWho swoon at the words I say? Let it trickle down from the mountainsLet it rise from the gutterLet my tongue stay untangledSo my mouth will never stutter Roll it up in you.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/slimpickins/997236/ Gray skiesDon’t know whyRain placesSad facesOn the massesI relaxTo the soundFalling downFrom aboveFall in loveWith the ability To see tranquilityIn the mistWith a kissFrom the rainDon’t complain Just embraceWe’.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/slimpickins/997084/ Hey there, girl.Is it ok if I follow?Just wanna talk a littleNot a hard pill to swallow.How can such a cold auraGive this man a fever?You from ‘round here?Huh? No? Me either.Let us go quest a bitWhile the sky is still blue.We’ll find something .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/slimpickins/997081/ Two WordsGypsy eyesCold handsWarm heartAmber wavesWeak kneesLevel headStay smart Time runs, so fastEagle fly, so highClosed mind, don’t lastTorrential rest, alwaysdie Two wordsFinger tipsElectric touchRoger tha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/slimpickins/997079/ Two wordsQuiet natureRed legsMeticulous thoughtNo doubtMy freshSmooth brotherYou’re not These eyes, see allThese ears, hear muchMy threads, getwrinkledMy shoes, get scuffed Two wordsRide onQuest upRise down.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/slimpickins/996692/ A piece I wrote my senior year of high school for class. I was inspired by the video game Dynasty Warriors. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/slimpickins/995709/ Here I am, an inanimatesafe.With eyes that see andears that hear,I sit, unable tocommunicate.I want, no, beg to havethe chanceTo speak.To speak of thetreasures withinMy sturdy frame.Treasures that you knowexistYet are unwilling toseek.I implore y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/slimpickins/995681/ Where the wind blows, noone really knowsWhere the tide flows,no one really knows I took a stroll on acloudless day and got rained onI took a cruise over awaterless ocean and got seasick Where the wind blows,no one really knowsWhere the tide flows,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/slimpickins/995517/ The battle rages on.My heart shaped arrowssurf the doom ridden battlefield Only to bedisintegrated by the colossus known as Time. Time.A tyrant in his ownright remains a force to be reckoned with.His ghostly white aurafogs my field of view.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/slimpickins/995490/ The hate crimes againstmy Intelligence aregrowing intolerable.I live in a land of onebillion sheep,Whose wool isconstantly trying to bePulled over my eyes. There are none so blindas thoseWho will not see.There are those whocreate theCurriculum and the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/slimpickins/995480/ Golden hellos and graygoodbyes Seem to flash before myeyes.Chilling thoughts andcool vibrationsAlways ignite myimagination. Come on, love. Let usslip away.And wake up in anotherday. Fiery reds andtechnicolor bluesHave attachedthemselv.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/slimpickins/995186/ At The MeccaIt’s not recklessThere’s no restlessFor a quest let’sRide on the windShare a few grinsVenture through the skyAnd get highOn the warm sunlightHere there’s nevernightVibes are just rightWhen we’re togetherI.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/slimpickins/994938/  The Absence of…There they are.Walking tall,Faces toward the sky,Noses in the air.The absence of The AllSeeing 3rd EyeClogs not the brain,But enforces the needforThose of us with TheVisionTo cater to their everyneed.Asking how high .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/slimpickins/994864/ SchoolhousetendenciesContinue togrow in anAlarmingfashion http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/slimpickins/994857/ Solar FlareFlaming HairOpen Nose Wide Eyes Subtle WindBeauty WithinWords LingerButterflies Swarm Cool Prevails   http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/slimpickins/994188/ They say a hard head makes for a soft behindYour head is the hardestSo please let me spy from the back sideIf you don’t mind Your mouth is writing checksThat your tush can’t cashBut let me be your bankerWe’ll work something outI’ll let.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/slimpickins/994175/ The stakesaren’t as high as you’d like to thinkYou don’tneed to fall as quick as a blinkI’m notsearching for The One or hunting for the nextThe middleis where I aim to layThe happiestmedium I wish to playShame on me forthe openness http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/slimpickins/993962/ I could doit all…I could playthat role, be that guy…I could workreal hard and save my money,Take you toJeff Ruby’s every now and then,Go home,Look atmyself in the mirror,Pat myselfon the back and say with a smile,“Job welldone, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/slimpickins/993952/ The bird isthe wordAnd theseason is the reasonLest all thepatriotsCommit theseacts of treason http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/slimpickins/993946/ Treasure thatRendersAn inconceivableSpectrum ofHidden euphoric tidings http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/slimpickins/993684/ When I wakeup in the morningI want hotfood on my plateWhen I wakeup in the morningI want hotfood on my plateI don’t carehow you fixJust don’tmake me wait I love youto death, womanBut you havemuch to learnI love youto death, w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/slimpickins/993682/ My heartcracks a littleWhen I thinkof me and youYet, I’drather let it crackThan bebroken into two http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/slimpickins/993673/ A nod tojimmy m. who laid it plainWho spokewith his heart and thought with his brainWe areindeed caught in a roman wilderness of painWhere peopledo crazy things just to stay sane… http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/slimpickins/993670/ Misguided fools, whistlin’ dixieHard not to fall victimO, let it flow through one ear And right out the other Victim I fell and never again,Sweep them from my consciousLike a spring wind Misguided fools, whistlin’ dixieHard not to fal.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/slimpickins/993038/ Flowing waves move with the windAnd shake with every step.Within her garden flowers make their homeAnd flourish with unbounded beauty.Their pollen spews from their perchAnd dances, creating an aura of gold. Bees buzz for a reason. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/slimpickins/993036/ You need to just chill a bitI cherish you, my filamentYour beauty is the plug that sparks your lightSo yes I called you filament I have words for the birdsI have words that come in herdsBut I also have words just for youAnd with your permission I’d like.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/slimpickins/992542/ Cool down, mamaCome stay a whileYour aura glows hotMona Lisa, smile Cool down, papa Don’t blow your topGet busy livingOr living you may stop  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/slimpickins/992530/ Behold the truth!It’s been given to youSilver tongue serpentsHaven’t got a clue Fish for companionsToast your pewter cupsResiding on the groundBut they’ll never look up Jettison through timeSoar throughout spaceWorms are.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/slimpickins/992348/ As I stand entranced bya moon lit in fullMy heart sings thelonely wolf’s songIt’s howling like acool breeze, “Why must you tempt me so?”I can feel my eyesdilate and the fire within swell Luminous in beauty,unprecedented in appealI am.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/slimpickins/991040/ Ode to a beautyThis my humble duty Hearts will flush when I say thisI’ll call you my loveYou’ll probably blush when I say thisWe’ll call it shy loveDarling you are the rhymeWithout you there’s reasonThe limit’s the sky and ab.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/slimpickins/990951/ So there Isat, nauseously, after having just eaten my heart for dinner.Yes, out ofall possible things to do at this most opportune God-given moment, I just satthere…Watching…Wondering…Watching herlie there on the floor in a fortress of pillows like a .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/slimpickins/989707/ ‘How do Iknow the stars aligned for us?’ is not the question to be asked.One’scomfort in Nothing Will ensure that we last. Can you layhere with me,Nothoughts,Nolust,Nolove,NothoughtsAnd call meyour soul-mate?Or do youne.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/slimpickins/989657/ This one is actually a song that I wrote http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/slimpickins/989332/ Like the sweet Sirens’song, her smile beckons me all day long.With an oh so blindinghue, her hair shimmers like a sea of blue.Into the abyss I fallwhen I gaze into her eyes.When shall I realize? Like the ocean’s breezeher voice tempts my ears with swe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/slimpickins/989135/ Hard is the day in whichI yearn to escape.Into my humble abode I retreat, only to find her waiting where I left her.Her arctic white skinglistens like snow beneath an intense December sun.As I anxiously approach, myintentions become painfully obvious.On an impUlseI reach ou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/slimpickins/989103/