http://slow.writerscafe.org/jellyphish The original writings of author Tymothy L Smith en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776053328 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I am laying in this supposed grave, thisresting place, just thinking about this and that, life, breath, happiness. Mydeath was easy, I didn’t think it was going to be. Everyone always says thatsuicide is such a terrible, terrible thing, but here I am, content, quiet. Ican’t f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jellyphish/1163058/ This image is the backdrop, the place of the piece: http://www.guardian.co.uk/lifeandstyle/gallery/2013/apr/19/weekend-readers-best-photographs-parallel#/?picture=407210751&index=4 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jellyphish/1162928/ A quick little 'horror' story, inspired by the graffiti image and monsanto's heinous activities. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jellyphish/1145333/ (this was inspired after watching an interview of westboro baptist people talking continual trash about everything and anything. Is a consideration of the faith from that perspective.) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jellyphish/1121827/ I find myself turningSlowlyLooking for you always just overThat shoulder or this So often entertain the illusionSlowlyThinking that I have no need of youIn this life or any other The next breath or the afterSlowlyYou remind that it is not.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jellyphish/1108843/ There is awhite moth that clambers aboutsmackingits head incessantly against my windowit hasn'tstopped for daysHe can flyabout anywhere in the houseI open theblinds so he can stop hurting himselfbut alwaysback to the windowThough hemust know by nowthat t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jellyphish/1052742/ This is a treatment, I am thinking of continuing it into a longer format, at some point i'll play with the characters as they develop. This would be sub-genred 'metaphysical romance.' http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jellyphish/1024506/ This is the way I pray (burn me alive inside) All the soft stories don't helpall the hallmark card philosophy lines of cheer and merriment all presuppose that hope is ever yetpresent but when it's not when tomorrow can not promise true relief&n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jellyphish/1024502/ This is a prose poem, or rather is a forced journal entry of the protagnoist. This is the first installment (there are five total, three written, two more to be completed). http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jellyphish/1024497/ When night falls in around meI, alone sitting in the middle of the dark roomLegs crossedWaiting for the emptinessIn the quietThe silence hurls itself into my earsAnd what I wasFinds me like a serpentThrough the darkened brush“look for the one meditating&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jellyphish/1024250/