http://slow.writerscafe.org/Choco The original writings of author Choco en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776007298 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Pretending you don't feel me won't stop the feeling.Close your eyes, hold your breath, temporary healing.Fully dressed, when we're face to face you're completely nude.Don't they know, cant they tell, that's not really you.It's tragic or maybe it's magic that they think your happy.Souls at .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Choco/1937455/ Lyrics to my life, as always. It's been a while. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Choco/1937449/ The war we've faces, the love we've shared http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Choco/1028652/ Hiaku!, bless you that term means nothing to meEven if i spoke Chinese i wouldnt understand JintishiBy no way, shape, or form do i mean disrespectBut Im not a scholar of poetic terms i deeply regretDont delete me if you read me and its not at all iambicI just write what i feel inside .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Choco/348971/ just been thinking on so much http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Choco/347812/ the road less traveled I take to get to my destinationtender kisses and soft caresses without hesitationi explore the hills and valleys of her cuerpoi ask for her trust a request her to let goas her eyes close a stream is releasedthe room is filled with the suns heatthe smell of pas.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Choco/343722/ Overtaken by the lust of it all; step back shaken from the height of the fallno knees to hold strong; cant cave now what if the feeling is wrongjump back safe; feet cant move standing in the same placecant move on; do something quick before the reciprication is goneheart .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Choco/342698/ It's feeling like a numbness all over, I don't have a desire too eat, but I havn't lost da will to live, I sit confused in a sub contious state, too many things at once, too much on my plate.......I'm curious to know wats going on up der up stairs, my stare is as blank as the idea dat I have of wats.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Choco/339537/ I feel like Im stuck in the middle of a hurricaneLighting flashing, thunder sounding, pouring rainA long long walk in the storming weatherSo far to go with no protection, no umbrellaIm going in the right direction, with no destinationGuess Im looseing my step, losing my motivationIm not .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Choco/339534/ Having a headache and strongly contemplating is like walking twards a tornado, A case in which im guessing, being sweap off of your feet would not be a blissful experience. At this point I feel helpless and words are my only arsenal, but they do no harm to an unreceptive ear (more durable than tephl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Choco/339531/ This is simply something i did one night, theres was something about that night that made me want to write it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Choco/339530/ the chorus to this is not my own it is from an artist Dead Prez but the two verses are mine. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Choco/339528/ they ask where did they all gothey ask as if we arent here anymoreblinded by disloyalty - treasoni come to give  legitimate reasonopen your mind and listenwe've been here since the begainingwe make mistakes and bad decisionsnot the same as others Im my own renditionsee we're not.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Choco/338637/ A stringent stain on a silk heartShe doesnt remember where the trail of tears startsShe clutches tight and holds her daughtersearching for a remnant of light of tomorrowonce soft as silk now stone and coldonly a shell of what she withholdsstrength not for herself but the one she hol.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Choco/338636/ If an eternity could be surpassed and enfinity multiply you'd find the words that i always held tru, time between the minutes, hours, days, mnths, and years are filled with experience and dry heaved tears, space is filled with dreams that didnt come tru and words that didnt get thru, a single song i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Choco/338635/ Dont get it twisted! Dont get it confused! I only play the game like a fool. My caliber of though revolve like 38's, yours are popin off and missing cus you shootin blanks. If its childs play then i spy with my brown eyes all the lies in which you cry, becuase im high dont despise, no herb in.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Choco/338634/