http://slow.writerscafe.org/MarySparks The original writings of author Mary Sparks en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776273804 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 How much advice can one n***a even give,When he's ignorant to life or how to really live,I am a lyricist, I speak in images,Turn it up loud, listen up if you feelin this.Truth is: I care about all of my people,Surrounded by this evil,Why you trippin?It's not needed.Thousands lose their lives FOR A R.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MarySparks/825207/ @font-face { font-family: "Cambria";}p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal { margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }p.MsoFooter, li.MsoFooter, div.MsoFooter { margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman";.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MarySparks/721992/ @font-face { font-family: "Times";}@font-face { font-family: "Cambria";}p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal { margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }div.Section1 { page: Section1; }I dream up a hell, bitter violence .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MarySparks/721989/ been piecing up some freestyles and stuff i've been working on..... this is a little harder, but still pretty good s**t if that's what yer into... yuh, peace. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MarySparks/548104/ Driving to class in the car one day, I turned up some trunk bumpin instrumentals and started flowin' just to see what I could come up with and well.... here are the lyrics I came up with. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MarySparks/521466/ Pourquoi un corbeau est-il comme un bureau d'écriture ? The quote sums up this idea of a "poem" that unexpectedly tumbled from my fingertips one morning. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MarySparks/469687/ I just wrote this in class a minute ago... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MarySparks/469686/ I wrote this out on my iPhone3G while sitting on a couch in the video bar of the Lizard Lounge. I also had an interesting chat with a person high on meth in the meantime. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MarySparks/421679/ I wrote this my junior year in high school in my first period English class when I was 17. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MarySparks/420105/ Something I hope you can relate to when you wake up each day. Or perhaps I wish you do not... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MarySparks/381485/ I had a dream last night, I was fighting with Satan, I knew in my heart if the devil would produce himself to me then my God would most certainly come to my side to protect me.. Well he never came. I shouted out for my God over and over, but he never came http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MarySparks/380414/ Back in this f*****g bed again,Where all my miseries began,Replaying the nights,Skipping over the fights.When we reassured ourselves,Then had no thoughts of future,Life in the moment of feeling,Remembering all your promises.Even though we don't believe in love,The flicker I had lea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MarySparks/357203/ I want to send you my soulSomething tactile in which you could readMy solid gut from the man who wroughtThe very fathoms of my enfraught.The very day you gave meAnything close to extraordinaryCame this fact which in moments tractThat everything that could have should.When I close my .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MarySparks/357202/  “Resurrection” By Mary Jo Sparks  I cannot wallow anymore,The last two years of my life have been lived in constant regret,I have half a mind to say it’s not even a big deal,The other side screams traitor. I wasn’t right then,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MarySparks/337094/ The QuestioningIf truly correctWhy so coldIf passion derelictWhy do scoldAsked till dreadlove unfedbeg to livestrike uninhib'Hate the lack;Might of slack. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MarySparks/337089/ The EnigmaLay in waitheart nay thingyour placeeliminatefear of deathtruth be toldlove of pasttruth it holdMasqueradeof fateBall of latesoon beganand soonundonespent ne'erfarbut ne'er withshe whoMasquerade.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MarySparks/337088/ The PerformerFluid, running overBrimmed to spillNot to know herBattle of willTestament to killAnger lays untilShudder exactdry and crackedEmpty pactof love detract.The breath of daypray dawn away.Covert of nightrelenquish fightBut my the passagetime run thinscene .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MarySparks/337087/ The ApologyOne that brokeShame to fallLet ever spokeOne to callNay AwayBase that mayDeceit she wroteClosed the bookNearer to meetAction do tellWrongful featDamn it to hellResurrect in sinHands shook;never again.Always tookGuilt lingersNever releaseInk-dipped f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MarySparks/337086/ NewI set myself up to fall,blackened out till your next calldecieving wordswon't stay unheard,my lobes they itch,stomach churn.Of poison tongue,man made wrung,my whole heart out to this earth.The very day,she turned away,death of love newly birthed-Infant, infant, strayed.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MarySparks/337084/   “The Sentencing”  Who am I to judge thee?To mark flesh with ink,To impose a label; unjust,You swine; I lock you in the c age.Routine, I cry out,Different every day,But never shifting LEARN. Please dear God be prosperous Your m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MarySparks/337083/  Choice Without VoiceDrink it in, The long kiss,Another goodnight, The good of the night,Silent inside, Months later is heard. Question; option,It happens often,Not to me,To them, they do. Cast aside, The them I join,My dignity and pride. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MarySparks/337081/   “Truth be Told”   Pleading for sympathy,Groveling for understanding,Attempt to understand me,Life without the reprimanding.Unopened chapters,Unsoiled pages,Hope hangs in the rafters,Wires cut on cages.Novels unwritten,Endings unsought,A.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MarySparks/337080/