http://slow.writerscafe.org/jessjessjess The original writings of author Lady Lazarus. en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776007992 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 tttt http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jessjessjess/580763/ This is the staledthe stagnate scenethis is the settingthe start of it allthis is the only time terror tightens together trembles draw me deep fantasies tear easy of the targetThis is the staledthe stagnite scenethis is the settingthe start of it allforever we'll findwe fancied our ch.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jessjessjess/563987/ An avoidance of bodya catatonic rusha crystal clear infusionthe fire of the touchmemories hang so heavya tread of skin on dewit was quiet infatuation I lived my lie for youapproaching the epiloguea stilt of lisped rhymes"like a dog!" on trialpray in dust for timemy time is never minethe eyes do.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jessjessjess/563037/ love and life sex woman men inspired by hypatia http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jessjessjess/561840/ In memory of Dunkirk. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jessjessjess/554502/ betook to the lonelinessthis little princemade of goldmaybe the calling....will comethe fixed starstoo slow to smiledance round the boysettle the child withinmaybe the calling...will comethe most courteous ladymade the fear fly free bliss in his eyeskissed feet in mossmaybe the c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jessjessjess/553116/ weirdly I found this piece amongst scrap paper with no recollection of writing it ,but I had at some point....so here it is... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jessjessjess/549382/ We are unusual....tragic...and alive. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jessjessjess/549348/ Thine ally The rue ...the throe of mine bosom I grow drowsy as a feather a faltered confessionThe Convulsed abidesome form of exacpirationI've been living life too slow to smilesomeone lays some seeds in my chestthey take root and bloom tangle around the oakI cling you .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jessjessjess/545404/ h http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jessjessjess/534256/ this is what comes from listening to grown men sing about adolsencent sexual encounters.... my bloody giddy aunt...and happy uncle. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jessjessjess/531999/ a short novel I'm writing centring around a group of friends. This is the intro with chapters centring around one character and their point of view to come. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jessjessjess/531971/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jessjessjess/531940/ Keep looking back and stopping the future. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jessjessjess/530731/ I had lived with Ben for three long raw winter months.The flowers that lay on the table had become as wilted and as dusty as my bones.That morning he had been rather pissed to find some of his f**s were gone.He'd looked around almost trying to find the unnamed culprit,but he gave up and went without.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jessjessjess/530573/ The house​ had been deser​ted since​ the day of the fire.​All they found​ of Him were some milky​ teeth​ that seeme​d to still​ smile​ throu​gh the ash.the young​ fidge​ting polic​e const​able ,who was assig&#8.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jessjessjess/530569/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jessjessjess/530568/ 888 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jessjessjess/525134/ how it feels to be celibate through no choice of your own and how sometimes the opposite isn't as charming and enjoyable as it first might seem. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jessjessjess/524742/ about those who walk around us looking for something else. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jessjessjess/518407/ Les Fauves (French for The Wild Beasts) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jessjessjess/514738/ the new times. inspired by the three lions at the hamilton mausoleum... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jessjessjess/513670/ Aura of orange, thewarnings pastThe rain not yet smashed against the glassAdorn me with equalityAvoiding the chaos so settledWhile I have breathI still have hopeAnd that is all really On indigo morningThe one I adoreSleeps among the treasured shoreA starry st.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jessjessjess/510793/ dad died helping commit suicide beaten up http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jessjessjess/462045/ huri http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jessjessjess/458877/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jessjessjess/458869/  looked at the reflectionpitied what you sawage makes us wiserbut less charminga lonely sunshines on unthankful heads the dirt has blossomedinto seeds I could plantThough I hesitate from fearI feed the scavanger again a lonely sun shines on unthankful head.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jessjessjess/458789/ Honest in our failuredesires not quite meetyears since I finished lasta mare without a betgarland hangs so heavyon minds that won't forget  In this place you find yourselfIn this place you kill your bodyIn this plain you are quite normalIn this place you start again.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jessjessjess/458249/ and you'll come barefoot to the bed with that  bra that doesnt fitsay something inteligent as you wait and smile then spit....I'll look at you and wonder why  intimacy feels so wrongI'll ponder why it is that the silence lasts so long  I never really wanted to bec.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jessjessjess/450058/ a song about aspergers and stuff. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jessjessjess/449697/ a song I wrote about the relationship of dante gabriel rossetti & his wife elizabeth. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jessjessjess/448478/ another song from my group which the first few lines were writen by the drummer and the rest me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jessjessjess/447077/ the fire of human desperation bruns without remorse it will continue after everything takes its course she shall sit among the weeds appearing debonair hunched back and hunched future nothing left to sp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jessjessjess/447074/ a song about the recession,summer,the holidays and how summer loses its appeal when you're older. a song I did with a music group. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jessjessjess/447073/ "I've got this friend. He says the human condition, human nature, being human, is to be cold and alone. Like someone lost in the woods. It's safe to say he's a 'glass-is-half-empty' kind of guy." http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jessjessjess/446012/ �We all mold one another's dreams. We all hold each other's fragile hopes in our hands. We all touch others' hearts.� http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jessjessjess/446008/  The boy  with the eyes of blueDoesn’t know what hes gonna doCan’t go outside to see what hes missingListens to strangers describe it through singing He wonders not about copping a feelJust wants to watch her revealSo in the nights that followHe’ll ta.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jessjessjess/445186/   don't want to rise from the ashes a phoenix that flies into dust  tears can't form on eyelashes living a life with no lust water carries baby to earth a process we hope to avoid the end outnumbered by birth time that we used to enjoy what do you convey to all of them?  simple chan.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jessjessjess/441705/   violence that's so temporarymakes them hate what you've becomechildren that grew up togethernever will they love you son http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jessjessjess/405771/   The waiting room was sterile in the way some silverware arranged by an ocd middle aged house wife with a passion for cookery and taxidermy might have been...  I was unable to look anyone in the eye and hunched myself forward in thought looking constipated but thoughtful altho.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jessjessjess/391054/ The fire of human desperation burns without remorseIt will continue after as everything takes its courseshe shall sit outside among the weeds effortlessly debonair hunched back and hunched future with no perception to spare  If I feel like asking I could'nt really say.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jessjessjess/378917/ sat outside the ward effortlessly debonair If I feel like asking I could'nt really say...cotton wool in ears that choosed not to hear  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jessjessjess/373795/  Caledonian lovers whose fingers meetrain that nourishes oor chests that beatthistles strewn in proud seclusion that swelter in heatwe burn brighter than any constellationa people,together who nae one shall ever defeathearts that merge nae matter oor location  a place .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jessjessjess/372357/  waiting for someone to come and meet meTheres nothing clear in sighttry to occupy my anxietystill there come the nightCome on ,what did you think would happen?pandora trapped insidecome on what  will happen?the living bide their timefrost bitten lips which do.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jessjessjess/371189/ admired from a distance with quiet subtlety sibyl watched the boy to retain her sanity She chats with herself so she doesn't feel alone The boys and girls procreate whilst she lies in bed alone..  never sure who is who shades and tone obscure the hue blade of grass pulled down.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jessjessjess/369798/ dancers revel amongst the bottles filled with their vacant memorieswe stare at one another catching sight as one does a piece of dust on a shaft of lightneither of us can dance but we do anyway despiteOur noses brush and we fall down against the radiatorIt warms our backs to a painful degree.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jessjessjess/354153/ seeing you starts a natural reactionmy hands start to shake out of placeI've lost the eyes I once saw you withthe clouds are gathering their pace... Things have a way of turning out so badlya distraction to a perfect designIts hard to know what to believe nowIn a place where the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jessjessjess/352357/ I don't experiance even a first love normally!xD http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jessjessjess/349917/ a poem about saying goodbye,moving on and being unable to. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jessjessjess/345267/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jessjessjess/338765/