http://slow.writerscafe.org/JourneyBlu The original writings of author JourneyBlu en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776189808 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I saw you yesterdayI was afraidto seeto sayto fleeto stayto embraceto throw it all awayto breathe or hold my breathI saw you yesterdayI believed what you had to sayI carved your bitter wordsSitting in the strange light of the bathroomThat seemed rightCause I wanted you to see them tooBut you wrapped.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JourneyBlu/1206896/ Wires of Thought- by Journey Blu ReedFollowing wiresWisps of thoughtthrough reality and unrealityTracing time backuntil it cannot beSomeone whispersIn the folds of my fever glowI wear their wordsIn a hourglass dangling from my neckI have arrived on the backside of thoughtsTreacherous things reaching.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JourneyBlu/1206888/ Somewhat intense... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JourneyBlu/1028789/ I tuck my love in my wingsMy wings I wrap around my heartMy heart; it bleeds, it beatsBeats against the walls of my chestMy chest is becoming unbearably tightTight spaces; I cram myself into them to hideTo hide from the loneliness that corrodes my mindMy mind is a cha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JourneyBlu/1027687/ Long walks and longer roadsMonotonously my feet pound the pavementThe echoes of my footfalls barely noticedI have removed my shoes and left them far behindI find comfort in the feel of ashes underfootReminders of all the things I have set ablazeToo much time spent in the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JourneyBlu/1027676/ Fatal fatigueMy mind lays blankFlashes of fragmented wordsIdeas I cannot comprehendFueled by insomniatic insanityFleeting focusAnd already that thought is gone http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JourneyBlu/1023865/ I am a mosaicOf the discarded piecesOf other people’s livesIn the things they hateI see so much beautyBecause I cherish the truthIn all my many layers and colors I am hard to viewLike an early morning reflectionGlimpsed by mistakeBefore we put on our layer.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JourneyBlu/1023862/ Always stuck with meI cannot escapemyselfHow harshly I judge http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JourneyBlu/1023839/ Naked once again With these scars Icannot hide Time to close theknife http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JourneyBlu/1023827/ Child of winter.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JourneyBlu/1023799/ For those who like cards, or odds, or life.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JourneyBlu/1023794/ Blue manWith blue brainAre you cold?Your slow thoughtsThey glowLiving in cardboard boxesDoes your discomfort grow?You sing and softly strumWhispered wordsAre you alone?Dirty clothesExposed bare feetDo they take you anywhere?Crumpled dollar bill.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JourneyBlu/1018787/ Part 2 of a two part series based on conversations with a few veterans afflicted with PTSD. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JourneyBlu/1018576/ This is Part 1 of a two part series I wrote based on some conversations with a few veterans afflicted with PTSD. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JourneyBlu/1018574/  One drop in a bucketful of rainI caught it in my hand as it fell from the skyI consumed it and let it seep from my eyeBut not before I had deciphered its truthAnd relished its historyPerpetuated by the cycle of lifeMolecularly it is uninterestingIn conte.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JourneyBlu/1017985/ This one is a little bit intense. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JourneyBlu/1017601/ The Missing Piece Puzzle pieces; the jigsaw kindI am that last one that you can never findAnd though you know, you look for me yetFair warning: making your own is as close as you’ll getMaybe the puzzle company never even put me in the boxPerhaps I am in the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JourneyBlu/1017599/ Shards I look in the mirror and see shards of myselfI wonder if this is what I will look like when I am deadOr if this is what death looks likeWhat honor is there in finding out?I don’t know if I should conduct myself any differentlyIt is never safe to assu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JourneyBlu/1017597/ My experience with Bipolar mania. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JourneyBlu/1017593/ Crooked Scissors Crooked scissors cutting crooked linesPerhaps the distortion is really mineTime and again I’ve tried to cut out the merry moments of mylifeI want to paste them to my walls so that I can look at themmore than once or twiceBut the pictures ar.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JourneyBlu/1017591/