http://slow.writerscafe.org/keeplovealive. The original writings of author J.Black en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775984154 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I sat here...Unsure and uneasy of what to write...It's been so long since I could express any emotion.Would I still be the poet I once was?Would they still love me?Would I know how to feel again? I sat here...Unsure and uneasy of what to write...I sat here..Nothing; but dead.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/keeplovealive./2143394/ I had died todayMy thoughts, my memories and my loveBuriedBeneath the volcanic eruption that had explodedI lost touch, I lost sight, I lost soundI lost everything in between the rubbleI could only run as fast as the wind could carry meBut once the magma flowed over, I boiled to the pointOf no retu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/keeplovealive./1723940/ A blowing flag,A distant march,And my only committed crime. I was in the darkness of my lifeAnd the men I met were my only way out.We lived from shoe to shoe,Convenient store to convenient store,And in the ditch across the towns local bar.Our money had to be made,And my female appearance grew volupt.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/keeplovealive./1052679/ Everything starts out soft, delicate, innocent.. perhaps,even sweet.It's always that build up though. That feeling of uncertaintyand heaviness in the chest. Nothing makes sense, not even why you're there in the firstplace. The heart doesn’t think rationally.But his penis knew.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/keeplovealive./1038069/ love [luhv]  noun, verb, loved, lov·ing.noun: 1. a profoundly tender, passionate affection for another person.I thought I knew what love was- until you fucked everything we ever had. There are issues I have with letting go of the past. To me, definitions are false. They only st.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/keeplovealive./934556/ The  grey palette hung over me...Positioned gracefullyagainst the dark canvasI had fixated my obsessive gaze on her beauty Until she had slyly blushed at the break of dawn...She would come again for me tomorrow...  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/keeplovealive./868686/ I was never born a tree, but I held the growth and potential of being onedespite my lament. Trees were always classified as a protective shieldaccording to my father, watching nervously through my bedroom window as hespoke to the stupid logger. If it wasn’t for the paperboy coming ev.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/keeplovealive./724557/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/keeplovealive./724556/ I could give it up to you by thecalmness of a lakeAfter all this, we don’t have toknow each otherBut know, I can fix these hormonalteenage ways If the moon should glow, on thevery first timeWell that’s okay, it’s okay by me‘cause there is .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/keeplovealive./716451/ Like a gun; it pierces.Deep in the night, well-Maybe tonight I won’t knowBut today we could love themDrown them in some hope...You’re such a jackassSo pin a tail on me once againIt won’t stay there when the turn is done. Like a volcano; it i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/keeplovealive./706256/ What makes a man? Shh-I can hear a train coming,And they're all running for their lives.I can hear the voice of Damien Rice whispering sweet nothings. ... the winds a-blown', sending shivers down my spine. But what makes a man pluck his weeping guitar?I think I know; I think I might know.What makes .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/keeplovealive./705804/ Now look, I don’t care if this soundschildish, pathetic or insane. Maybe I’m not sane anymore - guys do have that affect on people. Maybe I just don’t care or do I? Look at me, I am a mess. I look like s**t. I look like I just have been hit by a large bus. I’m tir.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/keeplovealive./691451/ He pisses me off. F**k him. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/keeplovealive./689608/ Everyone hyped me - forno f*****g reason. I wasn’t the perfect personthey constructed me to be. I only held my head up‘cause my nose was bleeding.I only stood withposture because I once took ballet.I only said nicethings because daddy was a priest.I only wor.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/keeplovealive./689154/ I use to compare my heart to an expensive bottle of wine. It was one of those bottles that were only bought to display and add value to the rest of the wine cellar. It had it's own kind of charisma and special little aroma that no third sense should ever have the chance to whiff. The label w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/keeplovealive./685690/ I have this problem- I like to text raps to my friends and have rap battles. Today, this was one of them I sent my friend and he thought it was hilarious! Enjoy. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/keeplovealive./679845/ The saddest songyou’ve ever cried about- the biggest night you went all-out The hardest letter youever wrote- the longest lying words scribbled in a note The boy you dared tokiss on Friday night- the one you fucked hard out of spite The nightmare you hadlast night- your lon.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/keeplovealive./679392/ .. Random Quotes that I've either heard from someone, from song lyrics, or either made up along the way. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/keeplovealive./664664/ The best gift youoffered me was butterflies, in which I gladly accepted three years ago. Today, I’vecleared them out of their nesting, and buried them alongside all the other deadthings you killed between us. RIP: Affection, Trust, Might, Devotion, Bliss, andSecurity; forever you&rsq.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/keeplovealive./634694/ You can't possibly love me without fear, trust me without wondering, love me without restrictions and want me without a demand. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/keeplovealive./634178/ Love crept up threeyears later on me like an unsuspected cancer,It clung itself to theheart of every beat, and sucked the blood out of my veins.I had become whitish, frailand vulnerable as I allowed this to take over me,Inch by inch the lovegrew bigger, devouring me until I had b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/keeplovealive./632875/ “I wish the waves wouldf**k off, there’s nothing romantic about this.”“…but the moon hangslow, that must account for something right, Veronica?”  “For all the times youplayed scrabbled with my heart, spelling out my emotions for me?&rdquo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/keeplovealive./629179/ I’m not much of afisher.Sitting on the edge ofthe dock Feet dipped into the coldnessof the lakeWith a rod in hand thinkingall about youAnd the times you’ve slowlyhooked onto me …I know you’re not much ofa catch, but I should cast away.  Y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/keeplovealive./627001/ Canadian winter nightsare bitter.But street lights flickeredaround us;Together as onecluster of warmth.Laying bum down in thepallid snowYour breath hung over topmy headLeaning down to nuzzlemy forehead.Radiating heat down tothe tip of my toes…This.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/keeplovealive./626990/ Just a question that needs answers so I can write an awesome piece. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/keeplovealive./620311/ It took me until thenext morning, sitting at the kitchen table stuffing day old spaghetti down mythroat to realize I was weak. My shoulders hung low, hunched over from all thestrain and weight you’ve made me lug over the years. Head buried into a plateof guilt with my eyes tightly clos.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/keeplovealive./618779/ CHAPTER THREE: Meeting The Disease The hospitals janitor was in my room when I steppedout of the shower fully naked walking to my dresser full of clothes notbothering to put a towel around myself. I was careless.“D****t Carlos!” I shot out of mouth not meaning toupset h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/keeplovealive./609046/ CHAPTERTWO: Coloring In White                When I was achild every gift I received from a stranger, parent, or found myself, it wouldalways be a coloring utensil. Somehow everyone knew that a box of sixty-.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/keeplovealive./609044/ Is itlogical to say that a color could aid in mental clarity? It’scynical to believe that a specific crayon in a restricted box of sixty-fourheld the one. However,sprawled under my bed laid that delicately broken crayon in two perfect pieces.The diseasewould slo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/keeplovealive./609043/ Veronica Dawn and Jessy Cox have more in common then they know by sharing their stories from a bedside in an institution for a mental illness known as pica. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/keeplovealive./609041/ In Latin, Veronica meant true image.She lay in a hospital bed not knowing ifshe was dreaming or not.  Was it alltrue?There was a young boy no older than seventeenyears old standing in Veronica’s bedroom. He was naked.Her eyes began to flicker as she rolledsidew.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/keeplovealive./589745/ Sunlight is only white until it creates arainbow with a splash of water.  Afterthat, everything gets washed out and drained down a dark sewer system.  “I can’t stand this new liquid formdetergent! It smells like citrus lemonade!” Veronica Dawn mum.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/keeplovealive./589744/ The stubble of a man, and its consequence. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/keeplovealive./568619/ I love you extra withvery breath That that I crazy,hopelessly inhale …I’ll be your wonder wallI’ll be your standing rockI’ll be your pick-me-updrugI’ll be your endlessfortuneI’ll be your undergroundRomeoAnd be everyth.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/keeplovealive./568252/ Inspired by the song: Sixpence None The Richer - Kiss Me http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/keeplovealive./567375/ Gulp after gulp, love shoots down you http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/keeplovealive./567359/  She was elegant,warm to the touch and delighting.If I could tellwhom she was,I'd open mysinful mouth and expose her true identity.A golden light shownabove her as she caressed my hair in the essence of her palm,inviting me tojoin her.With o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/keeplovealive./567345/ "Save your coinsI want some change."Money can't buy happiness nor love.Might as well just wipe your a*s withit,that's all it's really good for;S**t. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/keeplovealive./567340/ Make love not war.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/keeplovealive./566626/