http://slow.writerscafe.org/Calebthewriter The original writings of author CalebWinchester en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776198729 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I mean everyone's a little dead. The man behind the counter has a bullet in his head.It's bloody murder, suicide, and pills are banned from stores. All the people you thought were happy are laying on their floors. I put a finger to my head, said "Bang!", and cried for a day.'Cause you.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Calebthewriter/1156439/ You stand upon the edge of a ravine, looking down, you know how easy it would be; just one jump, one step, a slight movement of the muscles before their ultimate end. You move your hand a little. Just a twitch. A test to see if you're still alive. You are, but now you're nervous. The blood is rushi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Calebthewriter/1122295/ Dear Jack, Oh Jacky boy.I saw you there with that girl.Please tell me you don't like her.You know what happens when you get a crush.Dear Jack, Oh Jacky boy.I saw you kiss that girl.Please tell me you didn't ask to see her again.You know what happens when you try to court.Dear Jack, Oh Jacky boy.I sa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Calebthewriter/1097897/ A man amongst the cedar trees.A man lost in the leaves.A broken catastrophe; a voice lost in the wind..It promises salvation for all those who've sinned.Don't speak! You tell lies!The voice again; broken lullabies.Hear! Hear! Die! Die!Again! Again! You lie! You lie!CRUCIFY HIM! Crucify ME...My blood.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Calebthewriter/1096181/ Twas a way long forgotten.Twas a trail never trod.When the mud, black and hungry. Took my horse from the road.This part I scarce remember,yet this tale, it must be told.For I saw beast, black and hungry,steal my horse from the road.Oh the growls and the whinnies.And the blood and the dirt.Blood.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Calebthewriter/1096176/ If I don't fly I'll die.But I'd cross the earth wingless just to have you as mine.You may not know what it means to me; but I know all too well.For if love was a hole then I sure as hell fell.Not a thing will change it, not gold or better name.For you are my success. Yes, you are my fame.And I'd cro.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Calebthewriter/1096172/ I'm beat up. I'm falling.I'm running. I'm dying.I'm singing. I'm crying. I'm living. I'm sighing.To the window.But through the wall.I lost my phone.But still you call.I dream and dance.And love and lie.Will this romance,just pass me by? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Calebthewriter/1096167/ I want to be mad, perfectly insane,Not a care in the world, not a thought in my brain.You can wear a hat and say youre a hatter,But I have some different views on the matter.Oh Alice, oh Alice you are perfectly right,Wonderland is simply amazing at night,Everything still, no horse flies are neighing.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Calebthewriter/1051721/ A simple man.A lively mage.A ghastly plan.A jailer's cage.A little book. A tiny key.A hidden nook. They didn't see.A moon so full.All stars alight.Assassin school.That met at night.They killed the man.They killed the mage.They lost the key.But found the cage. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Calebthewriter/1051719/