http://slow.writerscafe.org/jessicaxjean The original writings of author Jessica Jean en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776085495 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Summer runs in the rainDodging colored balloonsWhere are you goingWill I see you again soonThat night we saw starsLying down on a roofWhere are you goingWill I see you again soonWhen you held me all underThe blue light of the moonWhere are you goingWill I .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jessicaxjean/1207948/ A day is not enoughAfter I have missed thirtyOne kiss is not enough After I have missed hundreds And one embrace Before a breadth of foreverIs nothing at all http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jessicaxjean/1207947/ I find myself nowSaying words that you saidWords that you meantSo long ago So long agoWhen all seemed betterBeautiful words that you saidWords that you meant Words that you meantAre hard to hear nowAnd I whisper repeatSaying words that yo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jessicaxjean/1207945/ Where has love been?On a butterfly’s wings,In my curtain creases,Hidden in the pencil caseOf a childhood memoryBuried in the corners of my smileIn the ocean at Jones Beach Love has been aroundLove has been hidingLove has been flashing himself before.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jessicaxjean/1207942/ Her eyelids shutAs the purple stardust blew inIt swirled her mindLike a river of diamondsI'll be waitingHer lips managed in a smileFrom a last burstOf warm bloodThe burst that lights the body upLike a sun for a secondThe burst- that in a moment- is goneBut she said she woul.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jessicaxjean/1133018/ I dressed for the funeral,I dressed in blackWatched you walk down the aisleFrom the back of the churchMy first last look at youTaller than I had ever seen youMore handsome in your black suitOne of the men carrying the coffinI could not guess what you were feelingThis look took .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jessicaxjean/1116804/ What are our favorite things?Well, you love when I cry on your shoulderMy face buried there, leaking saltwater and makeupSobbing like some childless woman, or a childWith inscrutable words and a scrunched up faceYou love me most like this.Most when I am unhappyBegging you for forgi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jessicaxjean/1114780/ I need your mouthLike it was meant to be on mineLike our lips were petals from the same flowerSoftly kiss me in the nightSoftly kiss me in the morningA rose for a rose of your lips http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jessicaxjean/1106238/ There's an urgency to see youAnd an urgency to touchA silent screaming of my beingAching for your being so muchThere's a certain way I miss youWhen you've gone as long as thisIt's so desperate, so patheticI'm jumping bridges for a kissClimbing mountains for your eyesSlaying bea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jessicaxjean/1106237/ If I write a poemThe thing does dieThe subject lives and breathesThen diesI create wondersAnd exhaust the museThe subject beatenBleeding and usedWords soar and climbWords fly and spinWhile the subject is deadBlack, done inI never mean itI never startWith its death.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jessicaxjean/1106235/ And I am lostIn the feeling ofNon beliefThe air isPracticallyGlittering silverSilver and snowOn my handsIn the airOn my lipsAs he walks awayOn my lipsWhere he kissed meThrough my hairWhere fingers wentSilver and silverAnd silver and snow http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jessicaxjean/1105302/ Fascination will forever remainWith love, death, and dreamsLove is eternal and is cravedBy every human beingThey think they need it to surviveTo inspire, and to liveBut love is simply love-You should accept it as it is:A finite, purposed thingThough seemingly immortalBut if you u.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jessicaxjean/1105287/ ThunderThat wakes meSome quiet nightOr perhapsThe lightningAnd its lightTo be halfIn dreamAnd half awakeThinking I talkTo loveAmid thunder's quakeAnd outsideThe glassThe pouring rainLike somethingOut ofA hurricaneSlashing downCutting airI find comfortIn a vo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jessicaxjean/1105278/ No wonder it is your voiceThat lures me inI have heard it many timesTalking, whispering,PurringBut it was the eyesOf my first loveThat I dreamed aboutYet here it is your voiceThat slithers in my earsAnd not his icy eyesSo amassed within my mindFor you talk to me each da.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jessicaxjean/1105274/ Rather, I could love youBrighter than the sun,Longer than it burns its elements,Providing from afarA beneficial loveFor my objectAs I remain still-Unvaried and staticSwept among the magic dust of starsThat keeps my muse in motion http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jessicaxjean/1105263/ The butterfly found itShe first passed the poolThen the jungle gymAll in a haphazard flightUntil she discovered the sweet blue flowersAt the back of the yardAnd there she is sitting,Wings alight in the summer sun http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jessicaxjean/1105254/ For evil to be handsome is a givenIt's what makes the soul falter to give inFor if evil was hairyDirty and scaryThere'd be no reason to love himAnd I know that my demon's advancingFor his power grows more, time advancing"Oh, this girl is all mineAll her time is my time"He purred .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jessicaxjean/1105246/ So snow falls down from the heavensAnd softly covers my windowI do not notice itBut when I wakeI see its face below So too does death skulk and sneakAnd sits itself besideThe bodies of every single manWhose dreamsHe cannot decide Snow is a wh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jessicaxjean/1103707/ The lightest rainSo quiet, it fallsSlowly like snowBlurring the colorOf the air and treesMaking everythingA uniform dampnessIn the fieldI stand apartFive feetFrom the Nightmare ManSilent rain settlingOn our skinsHe grins at meHe smirksDarin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jessicaxjean/1103694/ The Last UnicornBecomes tired and weakBut she does not bowOr fall to her kneesShe does not sighOr scream from painIn the way that most unicorns do The Red Bull, raging,Flares its fiery bodyAt the Last UnicornWho is soft and bloodyBut blood is silv.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jessicaxjean/1103689/ WARbegins with one shotAND LOVEby just one kissTWOthings of beauty beginAND ONEruins the mist FOR LOVEit breaks the fogHIDINGo’er the hillsIT TAKESaway the silenceIT FREESaway our chillsOH, howI long for mist againTHATQUIET, opaq.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jessicaxjean/1103144/ Would itnot be gloriousTo sleepin the darkWherebad things lurkAndmonsters markWherewandering eyesSeeskinny phantomsCreepingthroughThe darknight chasms Andevery moveFromself or otherSoundslike ghost breathAndmakes you shudde.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jessicaxjean/1103143/ I forgot how quicklyTen o’clock creeps aboutFirst you’re dreaming and musingThen it’s upon without a sound And every late-goer knowsThat before he can countEleven is swiftly hereCarrying midnight soon about And then it is oneAnd.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jessicaxjean/1103139/ If I am lost in the shadowsHe is thereLeading with his warm handsAround mine Crying, there is the comfortOf his armsAnd the steady beat of his heartTo calm and sync mine He is no one like AlexanderNor EinsteinNever a Marlon BrandoOr a Rob.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jessicaxjean/1103124/ I would write about my anxietyBut I would much rather write aboutThe spider in my bathroom He lives under the mirror cabinetIn a crook I can never findAnd he only comes out at nightTo hide under the faucet And I am carefulTo never let him on my finge.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jessicaxjean/1103111/ Roses and dancing were dreamsDreams fresh as a glaze of waterOver leaves in the morning sunshineYou turned them goldTo priceless birdsOut of a cold cageEscapedAnd gold was silver on my fingerI was a rose and you dancedSwirls and twirlsFantastical maybeBut happiness is happine.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jessicaxjean/1103102/ In my finger valleysLand is bareNo pines or liliesEver grow thereThe wind blows coldChilling the groundDrying it upNothing's the soundBut you give me the rainYou give me the heatEvery timeOur valleys meetThe flowers growNot just on my fingersBut the scent flows up.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jessicaxjean/1103100/ Blue bonesBroken branchesMay I photograph you sleeping?The moon is out(But you know that)And the room is bathed in blueThe window rectangle of the lightest lightDrapes your bare, sheetless bodyLike a glass blanketLike a ghost veilI aim it lightningLike a storm on your bod.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jessicaxjean/1103094/ I read you my poemAt my wooden deskYou asked what it meantYou didn't understandYou never get itYou never can seeOr sense what anyOf my words are sayingI blank a littleGet a little hopelessThat you have no ideaWhat's in my heartI stop and wonderWhat I am doingIf anyt.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jessicaxjean/1103089/ Just a random selection for my first poem :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jessicaxjean/1103083/