http://slow.writerscafe.org/JCatchen3 The original writings of author JCatchen3 en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776105082 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Damaged by the fire You’d think by now I’d have learned that the fire will burn meIt’s inviting glow and warm embrace,Drawing me in again and again.  My body’s been scarred and warped for so long.I keep asking myself why I hurt the fire, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JCatchen3/1933909/ The wheels on the road spin 'round,Break... break... break...stuck in the traffic of LA.My fear is rising now,soon we'll break again. Like this traffic, we've become stop and go. Soon I'll be home again.Back to our reality, back to a world where moving onis the highway I'm forced.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JCatchen3/1834154/ Written by: James Catchen & Lydia LankfordThe rain is fallin' as the lightening strikesYour midnight sun has long been goneThe wind breaks and the waves crash on broken rocks scarred by memories of shakey knees and racin' hearts.I will not let goNot if the axis cracks or if the b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JCatchen3/370526/ Drivin' down the highwayStars Shining brightI turn the radio upAnd let go of all my fears tonightMy mind drifts backTo a time I knewWhen everything was rightChasin' after that midnight sunYou had the moon in your eyes and a big white smileas we drove into the nightwith your.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JCatchen3/369702/ I can't recall the time wastedThe weeks spend sitting in the cornerwaiting for the sound to play.The details playing back before my eyes in a flashthe love in my heart fighting to break outSo come on and knock me outTaken off my feet and down for the count,I can't see the stars.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JCatchen3/369701/ Five...Ten...Hit me!Stay, split, double down...Flip one upThrow one downThe deck is stackedBet or foldIts all up to youWhen the cards are in your favorWhat have you got to lose?In the game of life,know when to bet themand know when to foldWhen your chips are downyou hol.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JCatchen3/369567/ The boulevard is crowded tonight, a couple streets from where we used to dancefilled with images from the Ghost of Christmases Pastsnow falling flat on my headand tears streaming down my face.I drag my feet through these streets, footprints erased by the falling snowsearching for the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JCatchen3/369565/ In silence he sits writing, dots and dashes aged on linesTheir music marches to the beat of hearts in dance.the notes crash to chords as the sounds explode.You've never been more perfectas you are with me tonight.Looking out at the stars,you could tell none of them shined brightert.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JCatchen3/369564/