http://slow.writerscafe.org/jazzy The original writings of author Jazzy en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776109952 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Blinking. Such a common thing that i fail to notice it. It slips through mind unnoticed like a soft wind but it is so important. Because of a blink, well actually billions of blinks, none of us will ever know what happened. A normal day like every other. There were things to do, people to see, pla.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jazzy/422220/ My name is irrelevant to the tale i tell in life, for i am unobservant to,the danger of a knife.Even if it hangs in air,dangling over head, i will never feel despair,when i go to bed.Because i have the faith of many, I shall never fearbecause not just anyonewill gladly catch my.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jazzy/410945/ He sits upon the wall watching me.His eyes enveloped in black,His coat stiff upon his back.He's black as night,no light in sight.He lives in murderers minds and fears,and causes children their salty tears.Watching, waitingforever hating.The one in my nightmarewho stands up my n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jazzy/405565/ Standing here thinking nothing about everythingAnd knowing everything about nothing.Pulling my hats strings, dumbfounded,living my life completely unbounded.And that's why childhood is so great,You see it as an open gate;calling you in and inviting you to stay,but all the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jazzy/399975/ There's a thought that keeps turning,around in my head.A dezire that's burning,when i lay in my bed.A feeling so strong,i know it is wrong.For when i feel this way, it makes me sway.Loving, compassionate, handsome and true,these are the things i feel about you.And as we kiss unde.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jazzy/389946/ a poem about not being loved back. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jazzy/388015/ When i was 9 he and i were best friendsBut when i turned 12 it all had to end.He moved to Delaware to go for anotherHe left with no care, left me no brother.On my 17th birthday he came back.He called and asked me if i could help him unpack.So i drove to his house and couldn't.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jazzy/387767/ Chapter 1: JazzI stood in front of my bathroom mirror looking at my familiar reflection. My red hair hung down to my chin in a tangled mess. I couldn’t decide what to do with it. It was the beginning of the month and I wanted to start a new look. After standing in front o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jazzy/382613/