http://slow.writerscafe.org/grim1017 The original writings of author Joey Johnson en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776042790 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 This was something I wrote shortly after I was asked to deliver the eulogy at my sisters funeral. Sadly everything in there is true. I think I am at a place that I need to share what I went through. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/grim1017/1136899/ I was sitting here feeling kind of blue and decided a poem might be nice at this moment. It won't be for everyone, but I do hope that it will help someone. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/grim1017/1136890/ Not quite sure. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/grim1017/1085123/ An attempt at a vampire poem. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/grim1017/1084852/ A werewolf poem. I don't like it much but gave it a shot. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/grim1017/1084830/ The story of a young rabbit's loss. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/grim1017/1077289/ Using this in what i am hoping to be a future book. Looking for some Ideas? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/grim1017/1073240/ Not quite sure if I am feeling this? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/grim1017/1073234/ Wanted to write something. This came out and I went with it. take it for what it is, cause I'm not sure either. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/grim1017/1073222/ Never figured out what I could do with this. Maybe someone has some ideas for me? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/grim1017/1073211/ Just a poem I was messing around with. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/grim1017/469595/ Just a short story I was trying more of a dramatic monologue. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/grim1017/469594/  My soul is torn a sunder.As memories are dissected bit by bit.Childhood and carefree joy,Are replaced with hell and horrific fears.Love and loss start to takeOn a painful blur of the familiar.No longer is life the pleasureThat once upon a time it may have been.Happily ever af.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/grim1017/154940/  My dearest Allison,             I am writing you today for what may be my last time. If you get this like I have instructed then all is well and you will not be in any danger. The Prime Dictator himself has questioned me on your.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/grim1017/142993/  Living with extreme amounts of richesPower over all the cosmosOnly to take a quick switchHaving arms clawing and grabbingRipping at my supple fleshMoans of hungerScreaming and laughingWatching as people around me are losing the battleHeads are coming offArms are being gnawe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/grim1017/141696/  Many dreams explodeAs many fantastic ideasFlow freely through many young minds Living through wordsSoon to be immortalIf only in the memory of people Letting words overtakeThe minds of the massesA story of interest Something that priesAt the imaginati.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/grim1017/141690/ What is life, but to die? We come in for a moment’s time and then we are snatched away. Leaving behind a world with no life even when you try to find some sanity to it all, there is none. Life is but pain, death, sorrow? I ask where is life's meaning. When someone you share t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/grim1017/140088/  Joining into this worldOf pain and beautyEntering with hope and dreamsYet growing and learningWhat was the pointIf I was to have a hard life of painLet me end my lifeLet me live my lifeI will do it my wayAnxiety building upMeeting my love so pureJoining the world anew.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/grim1017/140083/             I got put into this home for the elderly by my wonderful children, god I hope they die soon. It is not like it would matter, they have not been back since that day to visit. Things have been getting better here at the home rec.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/grim1017/134018/  My life will be overSomeday soon. I hope that it will be aJoyous dayThat no one will mourn. For my lifeI have not triedTo live it cheaply. StrugglingTo live a full lifeSo as to be immortalIf only in memory. For someday soonMy life will co.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/grim1017/132140/  Decades agoIn a different timeA younger man was I. Nothing scared meFor invincible I believedMyself to be. Taking upon myselfThe weight of the worldNever wanting to fail. Fighting for the rightsOf everyoneOld and young. Coming close to Deat.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/grim1017/132136/ Elbow deep in crap and piss.Climbing over mountains of diapers.Covered head to toe in puked-up milk.Meanwhile my brain feels like a bomb.Asking myself what am I doing this for?Day in and day out with panic.Sweating and bleeding.All for just some food and heat.Chasing imaginar.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/grim1017/131027/  I will not leaveAlways by your sideWhen life seems to grow more painful Most men would boltOr so I have heard The ups and downsDeath and life You will never have to look very farJust reach outMy hand will be waiting My hand in your handSide b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/grim1017/131022/  ImmortalityWould that be a rush?That is what I want in lifeTo live foreverTo never fear deathAlways invincibleLiving foreverLaughing at deathKnowing that he will never claim meWhat I sayWhat I doPeople will remember meThat is why I shall be alive foreverDeath will n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/grim1017/131014/  Try as I mayI will never see past my pain.For it is exoticLike a woman’s sweet breathUpon my neck. Flowing through my veinsThe feeling of lossIs torturing my body. Your gentle touchRevitalizes my soul.Awakens the spirit of hope inside of me. I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/grim1017/130356/ Time creeps by slowly.As life ebbs out of my body.Each breath becoming more painful.The blood leaking forth from my wounds.People watching in horror as I lay, slowly dying.My body starts growing cold.Blood in my veins stop flowing.Muscles start to tighten.Funny I have stopped breathi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/grim1017/128522/  Of all people one thing is truePain and joy run rampantLove and hate are rulers of us allDeath and life are cruelI have been asked do you know who your friends areWhy does it matter is my only replyDo my friends know who they are?Better yetDo I?Questions are stronger than a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/grim1017/127165/ word contest http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/grim1017/98406/ Whats wrong with America? If a person was to listen to listen to any random person on the street, they would hear a half million things that are wrong. Everybody knows that President Bush has messed things up. That the American bussiness charges to much for everything. The children of America are ru.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/grim1017/98399/ Journal 1 Life never struck me as being very hard. For me it has always been pretty easy. I grew up in a well-off home, with a family that cared. We were not overly wealthy, but my parents still made me work for my own money. 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