http://slow.writerscafe.org/Yeshuaiii The original writings of author Joshua McCormick en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776029034 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The poem I ever wrote, unedited. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yeshuaiii/262968/ A lot of un-thought out words that I am quite fond of http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yeshuaiii/262966/ When I was four I became a bird,I would soar and soar without being heard.When I was ten I became the earthGiving birth to birds that Mother would send.When I was twelve I became the motherWho'd deliver children to all her childrenAnd watch them struggle to carry the seedRight hand up,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yeshuaiii/262963/      I am neither a poet nor a genius. I cannot sing, play guitar or become a professional drummer. I have tried all of these and have yet to discover my true talent. Please, this is reality. I am not a depressed, lost boy. I do know for sure that I am a man. I came into this wor.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yeshuaiii/262961/ I awoke in the midst of fogMaybe mist more than midst,You'll know what I meanWhen you walk on the sun andThere's still dew caked on your face.I was a land mine,I am still, and will be for very a long time.I was the moon bursting into clayNow I am the centre formed into a new day. &nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yeshuaiii/262956/ Here there is no mediaWhere I rest my head there is no lightNo one to say, "F**k you!" or"You will lose, without a doubt."No cameras, or booksAnd no holes to over lookI am in the lands of Know No FearBut dear, I want to see you, dear.She always danced around in my.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yeshuaiii/262954/ Stepping stonesAre a ladderIn the way that Each foot only steps On one. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yeshuaiii/262953/ Soft as the sand in the Sahara, she isAs dry as bone from one's who have been lost, she is not.As rare as water, her heart may be found,To swallow the purest is but a mirage.A desert's illusions are tangible.Her sandstorms are light & damage the weak,Her I will search until I may dri.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yeshuaiii/262952/ If there was more for me to sayIt'd be said with a golden tongueOut there, out thereI've been out thereWhere the golden rule is won. I come in reposeFor I am a man,A man with a hand of iron.He sits atop the Jesus-sand:The sand above a lion. His face is dirt, his min.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yeshuaiii/262951/ "And why did you come here?" She."Knowledge." He."And what kind?" She."The kind I don't know." He."And what don't you know?" She."Knowledge." He."And what kind don't you know?" She."The kind I know I don't know... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yeshuaiii/262950/