http://slow.writerscafe.org/SCRIBER The original writings of author JC Pire en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776096752 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 For a minute I hoped you would stay longerI weakened these walls from something much strongerBut I'm no creator, I do not know whyI was given these hands, because they have been no,good to me like a paper back door Or a myth that needs proving from that mind of yoursSense that I never know how .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SCRIBER/746105/ How come I never fell into the darkness of your eyesThere's city kids in lightsAnd I never meant to call youThe sage, sage, sage you'll probably gain in ageThen a perfect faceAnd taste that would split the ground in twoBut sometimes I feel slightly disfiguredI'm just a pastiche of .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SCRIBER/609907/ Scores over time have left me withered and crackedThe light seems much lighter and the blacker, more blackPerhaps it's because I punched fate in the facePerhaps it's because my heart beats twice the paceHowever, it's because beside all of this luggageI sailed and I served on The Debutante's CourageJ.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SCRIBER/607642/ This year, the eighteenth, bore stone in the slabIt bore me scars and marks, that I never should haveHowever, however without cuts and the woundsI would never have come and set by the poolIt brought me close to the edge, so that I may drinkHere lies a place with no thinking to thinkThe w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SCRIBER/607641/ There were three men gathered around the smallest table in The Brown Celeste, sitting in the middle of the room. The three had nothing but a pint and some clothes to their name. Their erratic conversations became louder and more eccentric as night turned nighter and each drink was drunk. When it cam.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SCRIBER/607638/ The King had been King for 40 years and greatly grew the anger towards him. One of his hecklers grew weary of complaining and challenged the King: “Even I, a simple man, could better the King a hundredfold!”. The King, willing to take any challenge, approached the man.  &.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SCRIBER/607636/ O, Jackdaw why's the door not closed?With each gone June there's one preposedYou breathe a life like a red, red roseWe both run doors and stand unclothedYou roost on euphoria and I can make a story upYou're living on the green by the knocked down AstoriaYou've flown the stage in phanta.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SCRIBER/607628/ This isn't a sermon and I'm not a priestI'm just another man type beastNot to be confused with sincerityNow he's finally reached prosperityThis isn't a town it's just a placeThe devil's in the detail and there's detail in your faceLike a stainOil barons and the strippersKicked off .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SCRIBER/607627/ Just come as you were, as beast or a bird,You're the ugliest girl, that I've seen and heard.But the first, so you could be beautiful,You could be beautiful.Be the prime of the crop, and the door to the shop,Porn and lorn, well that's the life at the top.You were court of the Midnight c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SCRIBER/607624/ I'm walking in the coldBeing followed down the roadCold as a mortuaryI've been followed.I'm not crossing swordsI've been there, done that, out the doorAs shifty as a racketeerI've Been FollowedI am walking quickI feel my hand on the candlestickI'll do my best, with no hold's .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SCRIBER/607623/ You touch that cold stone I call my heartWe're west and east, we're coasts apartThere's a seas between us and I can't swimJust follow that road on the way down to himand I, I can't feel itI'm nervous you see by the way I am drinkingI don't want to know any thoughts you are thinkingI .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SCRIBER/607619/ Pretty damn personal http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SCRIBER/607618/ Come on, come on bring sun to the weatherI know in time i'll treat you all betterThere's a part of me knows I should do as I'm toldI couldn't find diamonds, so I'll stick with goldI pushed myself in so I couldn't get outI always wanted to leave, but I wasn't allowedHe's across the rive.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SCRIBER/607422/ Well I am the woodman should I sayWith stress upon the manI sing like a croonerThat'll hit the ground soonerthan I really plannedI've been in the dark too longthat I've started going blindStrictly speaking I will go globalWith my head held nobleto the bank I left behindTried .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SCRIBER/607421/ So this is my, my bethlehemIt's got covered up walls but I gotta leave 'emI can't take the walls with meWith me, without meI've got scraps of paper stuck to my wallI would go anywhere, any at allName a place, call it rightI hope there's hope leftAnd I hope it's for meAnd so I am .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SCRIBER/607419/ Today I'm a cynic of your causeI won't bring poison to your jawsJust as I hope you won't with mineWith that turned round and laced my wineI wish I could ride the bus for longerIn the holy name, I wish I was strongerFor what he curses, he curses mineI hope you mature and age in time.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SCRIBER/607418/  He stands by the tri-lines'cause he didn't try hard enoughHis boots were black and made from his bloodand the boots are seenby the edge of the greenBut seldom ever seen in the mud The swain of his who sits in the stallsWith tears to her godand her hands by .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SCRIBER/404409/ It's my own version of a Child Ballad. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SCRIBER/404408/  Haul away today, my frienddon't carry me with youI've got a life I need to liveand often so have you With all your arms and rifle aimsI'm one of them to killI'm stuck between the bible and the twenty dollar bill You're ship is docking, air and graceIt sails.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SCRIBER/404406/  Only God can understandWhy by him you took my handWhy you are the way you wereand why you flew without a wordI said New York and you said FranceYou loved my bed, and I romanceWhilst of my soul by key and lockYou loved to me and then forgotTo what extent and all good willShoul.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SCRIBER/404405/  The factory floor is empty nowThere’s empty people tooI’ve kept my shirt upon my backand somehow so have youI’ve lost my job, then love was stoleI’ve changed to something newThe pillar’s that caused my burnsWill fall when the last key turns .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SCRIBER/361201/  In solely a village, nothing more, contained families all struggling. None more so than the Violinist and his poor companions. He was born a child and grew to be a violinist. From this young age he played for his grandmother as she grew into an unspeakable hibernation from drink and the sw.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SCRIBER/361197/ 'The Book of Folk' is a collection of short stories I hope one day many people will contribute to. For now, it's just me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SCRIBER/361196/  Life is about satireLife is doing logicallyLife is the angry crowdLife is learning then usingLife is about working for youLife is about taking your timeLife is about the failed partiesLife is about making things tickLife is about equalling role-modelsLife is about not admitti.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SCRIBER/361190/  If all the world's a stagethen yours is a pornoLiving a pageof a book in the corner There are things to comeWhich might surprise youThere are things to comeThat just might despise you For what offencehas the dark night confide youAnd why is the lightingLay'd.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SCRIBER/361184/  How come I don't know where I live?Will I be taught when a man, and not a kid?Should I spend it painting up my face?Or tied to this town by an ankle brace? A brace, a brace, a brace.A brace, a brace, a brace. I don't care why these towns are brawlingOne maybe flying.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SCRIBER/361182/  You got your heart in your bootsand your jackal will shootAs he sees that your last hair has gone He kicks you when your deadBroke your heart when it bledBut shadows you from dusk til the dawn When away the last crow fliesand your youth vine diesYour beast is chai.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SCRIBER/361180/  I spend my lifeliving in the cracks,My name is privatemy grave says jack,I'll go to warwhen under attack,I'll surely dielike the lads in the black. All I can seeis the the Galilean blood,The men fall down in frequent thuds,His heart blown uplike a rose.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SCRIBER/361174/  You can't swap bodies with a younger manIt's fine if he's middle agedYou never listenedTo the doctor's witt'ringsAbout your rusty cage You got new hands from Milan and FranceTo pray to god and sewAre the gloves and hatsMade by your hands?And do you feel it when it's co.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SCRIBER/361173/  Nice Car, good choice!        Oh is that a scratch? It's beautiful and genuinely moving        I felt my baules move A tremendous piece of acting, dear      &nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SCRIBER/357624/  Answer the question!Answer it thus!Tell me the answer!You know you must! Isn't it obvious?Isn't it there?Can you not grab itfrom out of the air? Answer the question!Answer it right!If is wrong, boy!From here you take flight! No, It's wrong!It'.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SCRIBER/357600/