http://slow.writerscafe.org/AveryJames The original writings of author Avery James en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776003310 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I've been lazy. Here's what I've churned out over the past several months. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AveryJames/430911/ Many say it's lame to write a poem about your mother but the story we share is unlike any other. When I was young, so was she, and we'd both just begun to see what the world can bring. I experienced the dirtiest places and began to know the lost faces of people gone astray. Later than sooner my&nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AveryJames/406517/ My knight in shining armor boasts no gallant famehis name amounts to himself.I find solace in the storiesof dents in his rusted frame. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AveryJames/406516/ With wordsI'm caught n releasedthe clocks you spun ceasen a crease leftwhere we part http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AveryJames/392275/ A political rap-ish. Take it or leave it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AveryJames/379050/ The triludent misses of my past have passed.The bites and licks nick and the back of my brainbut you make you my main thoughtand if I forgot then f**kbut for me to get you is just luck. I discover secrets in your eyesabsent from touchthe way we kissleaves no room for.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AveryJames/372336/ Twin poems written in emotionally different versions. Based off of a specific poem from another writer. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AveryJames/364030/ Forever ashamedMost afraid to expressThe curiosity her body held for hisnot relations, quite sexualBut not devoid of affection.Forever concerned withFucked up desiresand the imaginary empireshe always spoke ofA world where fantasy isMore than this messed uptwisted candycane soc.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AveryJames/356559/ A terror I can't claimI'm questioning sane.blame is rather harshAre you worth your name?Ponder foriegn thoughts and seep them into the craniumcause we're here to blame 'emAnd that's rather harsh, my friend.it's down to you in the end.So don't pull a Bush, engage in this.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AveryJames/356555/ A rap/poem that my friend Tyler and I wrote together. Look him up! Tfite on writerscafe. :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AveryJames/356548/ Your eyes are an      effortless smile.A wink to the troubles of the worldand a smirk to the                 irony of sincerity.I love you flawlesslywithout a doubt or      puritythat  grants  cha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AveryJames/354512/ A letter to my best friends, the Bandana Squad. ;) There's no way I could ever put down on paper the depth of our friendship, but this is a good try. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AveryJames/353360/ There's a few of youthat I've come to know.A Jackson, a Julian, and a Joe.Jackson the knightrode in gallantlystole my heartand left me gasping.Julian the sensitivebuckles with worrywrings his hands and does no weeping.Joe the manhas few talentsspeaks no wor.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AveryJames/343992/  I repeat it like a mantra.I'mpickingupthepieces.Restore their hope of broken wisheswith only my dried tears for glue.I wish I wanted to be somewhereanywhere but here with you.Tired of sitting and wishingand being in love.Take my hand like you used to-make my bre.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AveryJames/343355/ Don't turn away from me. Don't walk away from me. Take my hand.We're in this togetherI know we've never uttered foreverI know I can't save you.I'm not here to blame you.Take my hand.Please, don't feel aloneI'd still be here, even if I'd knownThere's something be.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AveryJames/343352/  It's days like today-when elevators close as you get to themand no one has a face.It's days like today-when you throw your trash on the groundjust to mark your place.It's days like today-when you can't feel hope or comfortin your very own bed.It's days like today-when no am.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AveryJames/340375/ A little bit o' fun. :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AveryJames/340168/ I wrote this at 4 this morning in the dark on a piece of a paper towel with a pen that was out of ink. It's nothing great but I like the premise of it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AveryJames/338780/ This is a poem that has a few different versions. I wrote the original and my boyfriend and I edited it together and came up with some good stuff. :) See if you can guess which one is mine haha. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AveryJames/335841/ I hate to say that I told you so.With the rising and settingthe touching and kissingthe smoking and drinkingthe talking and dancingand now- smiling.There are no words for this. Poetry cannot describe this. I can't try to fight this.There's no drug for this feeling. I c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AveryJames/334712/ Pop a few     (Give it a second or two. Patience is key.)savor the rush.Soon my kneescan be added to the bowl of mush.It's a superb feeling     (More of the fact that I don't.)keep it coming. Dancedancedancedancehave a seat but feel like I'm run.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AveryJames/334570/  No matter how I struggle, I can't catch          manipulate   usecapitivate    twist            lovewarp           combine       grace these words like you do.&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AveryJames/332425/  Oh, look at you.Little Piggy With Bulging Eyes.Straightened hair and cellulite thighsfake laughs and exaggerated lies.One day your wolf will come.He'll caress those thighsand eat your tiny sighs.He'll wrip you apart bit by bitAnd, by then, I won't give a tiny .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AveryJames/332421/  Moles of unknown, balancing equations.Conjugation of verbs, language association. No matter what class,you captivate my mind.It's sad to think,one day I'll leave this subject behind.More than a pound has touched our hands.We've seen it in smaller por.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AveryJames/332416/  Oh, look at you.You little piggy with bulging eyes.F**k you. Forget you.I wish that's what he would've done. Even after all these years, you're still the only one. The single embodiment of my hate.A feeling that I can't dismiss, I can't shake. Iwanttoripyourhai.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AveryJames/329116/ I feel her in my mind. She chain-smokes menthols in the den of my brain. Her tiny hands tickle the walls of my inner rooms. She's been there, waiting, wishing, watching, and decomposing for eighteen years. I can't cage her in any longer. Every day, I become more like her.There's no.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AveryJames/328746/ His is more mellow.  A broad  flow that fills you up until all you can smell or feel is his.A swirl of lace thin smoke,Drifting to the left,It has to be right.Where you outlast me in vision, I pick up the rest.Where I lack in sight,I make up in mind.Insight? H.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AveryJames/328737/ When I walk away         (If that’s what it is.)My mind is racing As is my heart.My hands tremble, My breath is warm.We are hollow        (And this seems best.)If all I give i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AveryJames/328736/ I feel it allAfter a long day of thinking.I’ve been waiting.The first touchA tiny tingling.It’s hard to be breathing.A tiny gaspIs barely worth managing. I’m avoiding finishing.You’ve improvedIt’s pleasantly surprising.Hours later I’m st.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AveryJames/328735/ The room shifts and my skin is singed.My fingers, rubbing the sheets, trace the secrets of life. A realm I can only find with you, but the treasuresOnly glitter. I can never touch the spell You’ve cast on me.Our bodies whisper sweet nothings and lies. Our breathIs a choru.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AveryJames/328733/ You say you’re disappointed, And that I’ve changed so much.Just so you know I’m going to do what I do,Stay up late and smoke and such.This change was happening way before you leftI want to thank you for making your break.I’d hate to still be where we wereBy.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AveryJames/328732/ You’re just like a Cigarette,As soon as you’re goneI want another one yet.All I’m left with is a Smoldering pile of ashes.          http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AveryJames/328729/ My writing used to be About this and thatWorthless s**t And meaningless crap.I find it nowIn smaller placesA best friend’s laughOr smiling faces.They change, seasons.You season. I season.I can’t        &.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AveryJames/328726/ It’s a strange feeling, to be given up on. You remember their every smile, while they think of their every frown.Long nights and even shorter days,Who really calls it quits?Is it you, The one who let it go unnoticed?Or them, Who,In malignance,Left the wi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AveryJames/328723/