http://slow.writerscafe.org/JackieE. The original writings of author WintersChild en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776250055 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Jotting A Note I wanted to jot you a small little notesomething sounding fantasticcould be used as a quotesomething pretty and wiseoh so eloquently wrotewould tug at your heart stringsand leave a lump in your throat. Something I'd written only for twothat you would re.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JackieE./263693/ I dont believe that, those who are ready for suicide, dont think about the ones they are leaving behind. I think they do think of that. Perhaps they may be thinking this... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JackieE./263692/ This is a poem about what I imagine a person would feel like, who was contemplating suicide. I am not!! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JackieE./263685/ The Magick Call A shining angel from beyondenters earths atmoshpereShe's brought along a magick wandand with it she will clearthe minds of men, the forest glensthe water and the air. No-one need ever to pretendbe in hunger, or fear of painall humans will find perfect .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JackieE./263677/ The River The river tells a storyof a time thats drifted byit's hidden in the tallest treesa ghostly imprint in the sky. The life of many people secrets, hidden in it's shoressome who came for summers endothers who came to close up doors. The river, like the pe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JackieE./263675/ The Skin That Your In This is your bodyI'm talking to youlook at the crapthat you put me through Diets and exercisethen ice cream galoremakin me to bigto get through the door. Fool, are you crazyget outa your mindgive me a littlemore of your time. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JackieE./263673/ John Q. Public Whats the price of freedomhow will we fix the worldis it up to you and Ior does the burden ride on those rule the world? I know it cant be you or Iwe havent done a thingbut we can sure complainand we can sure bestow the shitload of the blame. Hey.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JackieE./263049/ Dear Me... I'm sorry that I hurt youI'm sorry that I liedI'm sorry that I gave to themmost of your precious life. I'm sorry for concealingthe you that was insideI'm sorry that I stole all you wereand took away your pride. I'm sorry that I stood downwhen you needed to stand upI'.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JackieE./263047/ I See...I see battles right next doorGirlfriends beat and wives ignoredI see drinking I see drugsI see children living without love. I see mountains shawled with snowI see trees so strong and tallI see Eagles soaring through the skyI see such beauty that it makes me cry.&nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JackieE./263046/ I Want To Be A Poet  I want to be a poet so I searched the internet,I found out all the things that you should do and I'm upset.It seems that rhymes are too "sing-song," often considered "stale,"so if that's all I like to write, I guess I'm gonna' fail. I .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JackieE./263045/ A Hungry Poet She stopped inside the coffee shop,bringing her own silverware.Sitting down and spreading out,the utensils that would sate her hungers fare. Layed all out in front of her,It was a feast and still a goal.And so she dug right in,for this would feed her hungr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JackieE./263044/ The PoetBleeding true poetic wordsUnited by our pain Daring versifiers spill ink upon the pageDrilling ever deeperAuthors search inside their headHoping to make someone feelShreds of some emotion bled. Boldy go where no ones beenLet loose imaginationAchieve the one and.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JackieE./263041/ Spring, SpringSpring spring, such a wonderful thingthe rebirth of flowers, natures bling-blings.The sun shinning brightly on my window glassthis dust and this dirt is kicking my a*s. Spring, spring, perfume in the airhouse smells of staleness, comes from everywherearmed wi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JackieE./263039/ Lunch With Sam I Am I got a call from Sam I Am,he invited me to some eggs & ham,this time the eggs would be a blue,cause blue is the color he wanted to do. He said "now dont make me wait."I said "but Sam, I'm always late!"Sam then said "this t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JackieE./263035/ Childhood  Childhood... silky, soft, vulnerable innocence. Changing, shuffling, re-writing years.Performances, delicious and disturbing.Played and directed by me.Wrapped in Kodac and hiding in a shoebox.Easily forgotten, easily reviewed.Eroded by a vaguely remembered mood.&c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JackieE./263033/ To This Day Fires will combust tonightflames will drub and screamyou may think it is a nightmarebut it's not even a dream The sickness of our world will meetan engagement will be drawnsuccessor will receive this earthand all it's earthly pawns. Hate will be the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JackieE./263028/ Through A Perfect Picture It calls you in the dark of nightthrough a slight of eyebequiles you with a beauty brightyou'd never quess it's all a lie. When daylight hit's it's morning markwhen your up close and internalhomeless lay in dirty parkscovered up with yesterdays.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JackieE./263025/ A Poem  A poem: a vessel for words to set inwords that are pretty, or words ugly as sinwords full of wonder, words laden with woewords that are friendly, or words fighting foes A poem: emotions that everyone's felta kiss on the lips,  or a dirty deed dealtSome dulled wi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JackieE./263021/