http://slow.writerscafe.org/JamesD79 The original writings of author POOR BOY D en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776084796 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 F**k you http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JamesD79/2008018/ Silly World http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JamesD79/2001735/ FUCHED http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JamesD79/1992715/ What hides in my shadowswhat hides in your dark I don't mean to scare you be careful what you feed the lion he can get out of control. I taste your tears in the shadows I feel inside of you in the dark do you think  I'em the enemy. well I've bit to the bone and tasted .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JamesD79/1138964/ A broken man told me what doesn't kill you makes you stronger and I said don't give it all away.Well I bleed when I can well who writes the wrongs while we pray in heathen tungs and I say don't give it all away. Is it me or is it you or you will talk to whoever's buying. Broken man ha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JamesD79/1138940/ My father never taught me right from wrong.My mother cries in the night should we all die young. When Angels walk the streets and there-are candles in the windows were do we stand. Well father I found religion somewhere behind theses bars I found your love throu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JamesD79/1138920/ Woke up this morning shave my face and cut my neck and watch it bleed.I spit shine my work boots just doing what I do never owned a pair of Sunday shoes. No one's ever answered the working man's prayers rents due your cars getting towed your kids need to eat and you're shovle in hand .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JamesD79/1138761/ I pray until the daylight I pray until the priests lick the children and no one wants to speak about it.Iam my naked before you iam I nothing but the kid in the corner trying to be your everything or am I sin. I can be your anything lost in the dark I can be the cross staring o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JamesD79/1138736/ Away again doing what I love and hate..... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JamesD79/1093068/ Awaken in sweat to the company of an old rickety broken fanpushing stale air and the souls of a decade past around this tired room.  A trembling hand reaching for a slightlyabused pack of Marlboros. Ya that first smoke of the day blood pumping likeacid through my veins. Ya you light t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JamesD79/992850/ Tierd Troops http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JamesD79/992849/