http://slow.writerscafe.org/Baby%20Chop The original writings of author Dezaraye en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775984238 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I just can't escape ... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Baby-Chop/1760598/ Late night thoughts ... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Baby-Chop/1639913/ There are some things that I never, ever talk about, but they haunt me always. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Baby-Chop/1546773/ This is for my dear friend, Ray. Fly with the angels, Ray. We miss you so much! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Baby-Chop/1391634/ Chains. Binding chains. Holding me back. Crippling. I can no longer climb the stairs.Body betrays me.Tears fall. Hands cramp.Knuckles swell. Knees buckle.I fall again. Never ending pain. Needles. More needles... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Baby-Chop/987018/ Inspired by a wonderful friend's soft words ... Emily, you're amazing! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Baby-Chop/673765/ Inspired by "Hello World" by Lady Antebellum. I've been listening to this song all day. It touches me in a very profound way that just can't be put to words. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Baby-Chop/666069/ How can one word hold my entire world? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Baby-Chop/620879/ Why can't love stay? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Baby-Chop/619561/ Fingers fan out attempting to grasp at anything tangible; anything at all to keep her from drowning in this place.  This place dark and void of love, her fragilely crafted existence and once cherished dreams shatter around her like broken glass.  Her fingers stumble on the shards, blood po.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Baby-Chop/619557/ Written for a contest. It had to be inspired by the picture and have three stanzas with four lines each. I know it's not great or even good ... but it's what came to me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Baby-Chop/522618/ ... not sure what to say about this one ... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Baby-Chop/477365/ ... Just a thought that came to me ... it's super short. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Baby-Chop/460117/ I see the world through different eyes,Through eyes of misty gray.They hold me captive with their depth,Though I long to break away. I feel this love through broken heart,A heart that's tried and true.It's been tattered, torn, and tossed about,Yet comes running&nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Baby-Chop/458453/ Anna's flip flops slapped the ground angrily and her breath came in heaves as she ran down the pavement.  Slip slap slip slap.  Her heart beat furiously and tears plumetted down her face, flowing behind her as she ran.  Bright red circles appeared on each cheek, white spots of salt do.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Baby-Chop/454678/ What my heart is longing to say ... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Baby-Chop/453915/ I can't hold it inside ... this is only me journalizing, it is not quality writing. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Baby-Chop/452155/ Home for Christmas is the best feeling in the world. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Baby-Chop/359928/ Journalizing today ... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Baby-Chop/352271/ For:Your love and compassion,Your willingness to be there,The phone calls when we talk about nothing,And the times you hold me close to you. For:The gentleness with which you brush my hair,The laughter that you bring out when I cry,The times you hold my hand when I a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Baby-Chop/331462/ The pale walls of the hospital room held the soft glow of the sunbeams bravely filtering through the blinds.  Strips of light fell against the bed in the center of the room as well as the wall opposite the window.  The noise from the hallway wafted through the crack beneath .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Baby-Chop/312112/ A tightness in my chest,I feel my head exploding.So desperately I want for something more,For something bigger and better. Frustrated, I get out of bed,Dreading the day before me,Not wanting to go into work,Because it's like hell on Earth. Pounded by the demands,Burie.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Baby-Chop/281957/ The notes start to ringAnd my body starts to sway.I can't keep doing thisFor another day. I sit back and watchThe music rings through me.I long to be in motionI'm as restless as the sea. My feet are held captive,And it's trapping my soul.I start to go insane,I'm l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Baby-Chop/275630/ My favorite things ... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Baby-Chop/264809/ It's almost May and it's snowing out today ... and it makes me feel like this. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Baby-Chop/252103/ It's within us all. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Baby-Chop/230514/ For a contest ... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Baby-Chop/177006/ A letter to me ... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Baby-Chop/175936/ Let the music move through you. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Baby-Chop/173001/ For my Mama. I love you, Mama - always. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Baby-Chop/167344/ For my Baby Bubba Roo http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Baby-Chop/157516/ This is a snapshot ... a frozen moment in time that I will forever treasure. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Baby-Chop/154046/ Listen.Can you hear the rain pitter pattering against the pavement?It's tracing down the windows ... slowly, slowly, and then all at once a streak zipping to its death on the pane below. It's hammering against my coat, cold seeping through the down, making me shiver ... and I can'.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Baby-Chop/153444/ A moment of calm ... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Baby-Chop/151753/  I have many names. Most of them are not who I am.   All of them are a piece of me.   I was born Jesse Dezaraye.  I go by my middle name rather than my first.  Jesse comes from my grandpa Jesse Lloyd who also goes by his middle name Lloyd.&nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Baby-Chop/151111/ Autumn is gorgeous! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Baby-Chop/147167/ Some questions. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Baby-Chop/146728/ Inspired by Yvonne's contest ... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Baby-Chop/146679/ I wrote this in 10th grade for my "color poem" assignment. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Baby-Chop/144625/   My song rises up and floats through the airAs softly as butterfly wingsDrifting through the motionsAs a single leaf drifts down a riverWanting and needingBut not sure what A bad note and the hurry to correct the pitchThe crescendo rising around meLifting my spirits and.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Baby-Chop/143499/ This speaks for itself. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Baby-Chop/142469/ Remembering ... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Baby-Chop/137267/ Moments flutter by on butterfly's wings,Unevenly flittering through the air.Here, and then gone again,Leaving an impression of beauty,Leaving a unique mark,And forever changing life. Time is fleeting,Slipping through the cracks.Sand in an hourglass.There's always too mu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Baby-Chop/136187/ Sometimes I get lost in the shuffle http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Baby-Chop/133929/ Written in High School as a children's finger play. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Baby-Chop/132917/ Meeting "Mama" face-to-face for the first time. Summer '07. I love you, Mama! This one's for you. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Baby-Chop/131516/ A sequence of dreams that I had one night. I had to write them down the next morning. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Baby-Chop/129943/ Angels sangWhile fairies dancedTime stood stillThe world entranced April breezeA warm caressSoothed the soulWith such finesse On golden wingThey took to flightSoaring to,A higher height. The stars aboveHurried onMaking way forThe light of dawn. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Baby-Chop/129116/ Swaying, drifting, constant movement, music fills my soul.Arms extended overhead, the music makes me whole.Yellow tipped, the trees await, and catch me in their arms,The night awakes, the birds sing, and thrill me with their charms.Sun sinks lower in the heavens singing its own song,Sk.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Baby-Chop/129114/ World blurring byLaughing child holding Mommy’s handSafely nestled in Mommy’s arms Loved Wind stinging cheeksGrass swaying in the breezeHeart bursting at the seams Rushing Flung into a new worldColors blur togetherSpinning in endless circle.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Baby-Chop/129113/