http://slow.writerscafe.org/jarelone The original writings of author jamal en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776225948 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 THE BOY AND THE LIGHTOnce upon a time, there was a boy who was told he was a monster.He was the weakest of his tribe. cowardly, scared, and alone.The world laughed at him, called him useless, and told him he didn't belong.And so, the boy gave up hope that he would ever be worthy or brave.Then .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jarelone/3126303/ Lara's Introduction:In the world of Origins, Lara emerges as a pivotal character, intricately linked to the rich tapestry of history and conflict. Born into the Siren Clan, a group with a tumultuous past marred by their role in endangering the world, Lara's origins are steeped in mystery and intrigu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jarelone/2888274/ Wow It's been so long sense last time i made a poem! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jarelone/2046962/ Everyday we wait for a message,just so we can elevate from this greater lesson?Heated argument,like we lost the truth of our own conviction,so why do you take a minute just to sit down?Wonder several times why yesterday?, and tomorrow looks so so...clap and encore as you watch another person sh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jarelone/1406895/ Eternal sleep, greats moments seem to go away way to cheap. What do you recall? An echo of someone screaming in a endless hall, who, what, when and why? Everyday seems so dry, a cold touch against others sincere smile. Hours watching the door, as i wish someone would tip toe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jarelone/1406705/ Beauty lies in the attempt,In a forsaken world,we find ourselves learning this lesson again.We can search far and wide,close your eyes,fantasy is as real as each failure of each try,brush the shameful dirt of,and face your attempt as one of a kind,in a sea of stars,future knows stories yet to be wri.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jarelone/1351743/ Beyond time to our own space,we are here,we are now.A bond forged through hardship,embrace our greatest gift.An eternity,to some ends quick.We are friends, we may drift.Tonight we force a stop on the hourglass unending shift.We are here, we are now.To this great momment we gracefully take a bow.Reme.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jarelone/1350484/ I truly despise you!Your honest actions reaches the depth of the sky,while my actions stuck on this earth wishing they could fly...In deep silence I question.... why?Yesterday and tomorrow forced into internal confliction,a lifetime sentence imprisoned.Tempted by own excuse of a rage,open .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jarelone/1349299/ Letter to You!Innocent child,crawling on my knees, chasing no dream, memories.....My heart is beating,to many thoughts,quiet down I have to listen. Dear mother I became the artist writing my life on a wall, yet this picture, doesn't show my true cause. afraid of being lost, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jarelone/1285936/ Hells GardenA man never bound to any limits, faiths vision of being gifted.Embraced by the darkest corner of the night.A closet full of masks, each lie runs deep,twisted in blood and an unfaithful acts.A sinister laugh,an enjoyment of torment while he walk his predestined path.A sorrow in the wind w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jarelone/1221426/ You speak the opposite meaning then what you already spoken!Contradiction sparks the flames of provocationManufactured identity, cuts of freedom of being openIn and out of different kinds of matrixOr is it that find yourself caged inThe shadow became the body and body became the shadowThe loss of he.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jarelone/1196793/ some are bred for false success, others find inner peace from the dream their actions achives,cloacked in shallow stress, hides the hidden potaintal in depth,driven by faith while another walks with anguise and pain,ones loss is anothers gain.The oppsistion, one speaks loud while the other sits in s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jarelone/1153960/ The calm after the stormAfter devastation falls and the calm sways us like children,we wait patiently,for our fears to pass,for our heavy tears to be the last,we wait for yesterday pain to become our past.We close our eyes, as we remember the cheerful laughs,but we forget the hands within our reach,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jarelone/1142954/ Barkeep!!Pour me a drink to quell the pain of yesterdays hell,he listens to their words like it's an endless melodie,played by fates cruel strings,a faint wish to be set free.They sung their song with their own emotion, tears flowing,as they drown in their own bittersweet ocean.The barkeep gently st.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jarelone/1134108/ I seek no reason to be a poet, my soul is fluent in emotion. My pen follows it's flow, each letter lets the novice grow. Heads or tail ,succeed or fail  clear statement, I don't care! My soul is an artist,as i clean the closet, it paints each picture,doubtful thoughts, the silent kill.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jarelone/1133531/ I walk in silence, known by none, never seen by any. My words fade away like dust in the sand, a kingdom made in glass, regrets in the form of cracks. Feeling numb in this labyrinth of solitude, scared and confused. I wish for a taste of sweet release, the devil whispers a wish grante.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jarelone/1132950/                                               As the sun sets,             &nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jarelone/1132836/ If the sky's fall's down, It's gonna be alright, cause I got you here tonight. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jarelone/1131988/ She a dream,she is an animal on the dance floor, she sends a chill down my spine as she walks by.I second guess myself, she could be my death.Her fun and games screams pleasure, yet unknown to the true danger,beautiful monster, an assassin, an imposter. She a lady that stuns my very core i am petrif.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jarelone/1131210/ Life is strange....  the things that hold us together, can also be the things the separate us  to find hate is to find love, to find yourself is to loose yourself.Something bad can become to something good, tears can turn into laugh.  One day you stand alone, another d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jarelone/1130275/ It begins with the joy of a beer,and company..Every day is the same, nine to fiveIt can make you yawn at times,walking the straight line.....The endless search for something greater then you can imagineTo throw everything out of balance, will it ever happen?Will this life truly matter? To do somethi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jarelone/1123485/ No floors no walls....it's complete dark,  a memory in a form of a picture frame made in glass  it shatters.....  In a endless loop  every time it shatters.....  It stuns my very soul.....  This sanitation this feeling is unknown....  .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jarelone/1123060/ I told you not call me that (M)Why? You ask. (M)Well.... You will fall (M)Fall for what ? (W)Me! :) (M)don't get cocky (W)Im not.... Its just honesty (M)Like I ever will......pff (W)Your an...... (W)I say it again, don't call me that (M)If you do, you will end up saying.....I love you (M)Who.. Me?&n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jarelone/1094118/ Christmas!My sweet miracle,a kiss on your beautiful neck,eager return to the smile I left.Here we stand,together we all are, in enjoyment of the snow fall,friends, family and of course my favorite star.You think I am sneaky with the mistletoe,an excuses to kiss the girl I hold so close.Sweet lady, t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jarelone/1093936/ Hidden message inside the poem, a friend made the hidden message so i dont even know whats hidden inside my own poem xD http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jarelone/1093884/ Broken keysBroken keys for every dream i fail to succeed, measure the full length of life, the book cover may differ from the content written inside. Key of knowledge, experience in my deposit, I sit here in thought processes of my next conquest, I am young man yet i only find dust in my pocket. I f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jarelone/1091449/ My friend....This letter is written with sorrow and tears,you have have been gone a long timelittle over 10 years.You and me left our bad deeds,your words imprinted in my brain,have faith and take a leap.I miss you my friend....To this day the scar is still deep,you were the first one I open up.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jarelone/1086719/ nightmare of passionAn unknown presence emerge,uttering few chosen words, drawn in by your unfaithful eyes.The way you move Intrigues me to see the lust that hides.  Every emotion flickers like untamed flames  every touch becomes pure satisfaction,almost ever lasting. I sit calm while my l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jarelone/1083546/ Tell me what you think http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jarelone/1079178/ this poem is a prelude to Lost :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jarelone/1078500/ If you have better Title then Regret please tell me :) i have hard time to pick a title for this poem!! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jarelone/1076294/ Acceptance!Most of the time, my voice is darkness follow by silence.I have my right to speak so why I should I hide it? The cliff just got bigger, I walk in your shadowBut don't need the mind state of killer...I can paint you a picture, but don't tell me you can't describeThe actions in the moments .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jarelone/1075691/ after looking at some poems in writerscafe and some rewies. I got some real good ideas how to remake this poem. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jarelone/1075502/ spliting myself into 3 parts, the enemy of my enemy is the friend of my art that defines me as the everyday black star, how would you treat a wounded dog, thats hatefull from the reflection of hes battle scar he holds death and pain in one bullet, to take another persons life, i wish you wouldnt, st.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jarelone/1071214/