http://slow.writerscafe.org/jesseatspens The original writings of author jessfoundwonder en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776033736 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I'll keep it with me,On that eighteen hour drive,The sound of your morningsThe beat of my storyAs fragile as we areAnd alive like us tooI'd say you're foulBut that's what we're forOf those people in the elevatorHow many names do you know?Isn't love as selfishAs anything? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jesseatspens/960836/ I'm such a shade of yellowThat you don't need to be a manWhen did it get so crowded?I was holding both your handsYou said you had a dream last nightBut there's never enough timeWhen you looked at me today you saidYou could see your face in mineI never could quite understandThe fault in my confusionW.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jesseatspens/960826/ What she carries, thereIn the pockets of her shoesAnd that locketThat she stopped wearing last weekBecause the chain snappedThe same day thatShe said to me,"I've always been scared of the world,But I'll try to let them in."It's a picture of someoneHe's wearing a tieAnd his eyes are blackHe's smiling.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jesseatspens/957247/ You’re there now, near Canada. And I think it must be cold, too. I think the weather made you cold and hard, And it emptied you, andNow you’re hollow and indifferent and Always smoking something.You write for somebody, but you show me first. You’ve lost you.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jesseatspens/950143/ I know that you’ve stopped. You’ve started too. It’s like your life was huge, A 1000 piece puzzle, And then you mixed that puzzle With another one 10,000 pieces this timeAnd you have to weed out the old puzzle’s pieces And make room for the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jesseatspens/946513/ I know that you've stopped, but you've startedYou're a puzzle, but not so clicheThere are so many pieces, they mostly don't fitThat's why you throw them awayI think I'm a sky piece, with maybe some white cloudsI've got weird edges that hardly agreeYou decided I wasn't quite right for youBut the othe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jesseatspens/946507/ After he throws his last cigarette off the bridgeAnd she smiles because she shouldThey go down to the dark water in the dark and she stays on the rocksWhile he talks and talksBut she doesn't listen, and she isn't scaredThey don’t hold hands because she’s carrying too much alreadyThey ste.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jesseatspens/931238/ If you go down like that,With your hair fanned out around your faceBlack knuckles and blue knucklesScreaming, "Oh, god this is beautiful!"Without fear, because no one's scared to be deadWe're just afraid to dieOf whatever leads up to itBut it all leads upWhere else is there to go?To heaven? PleasePl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jesseatspens/899860/ Take me to the blackest part of the nightI want to walk on glass, through trees, in themAnd throw me at your dogs, your meanest nightmaresI'm poised, I'm poisoned, but never wastedDid you think I looked pretty with my face caved in like that?Shoot your stars at me, I'm dying to be seenMy heart isn't.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jesseatspens/894344/ And you were brilliant, I was intrigued. You were sure, I was uncertain. You were real, I pretended. And then, through you, I became real too. And through me, you became a fake. And then I was sure, and you were uncertain. And no one was brilliant. No one was intri.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jesseatspens/885859/ When it's Sunday and you can see the grass even nowIn the winter, and the sun is out, and people tooThey don't see you though, because you're inside and invisibleEven when you're right there, you can't see your handsOr anyone else's because they don't existWe're all just a though, a hope, a mistakeB.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jesseatspens/875162/ If my heart was a body, it would only be a skeletonAnd little tiny knuckles and fingers breaking each otherAnd it would walk around at night in graveyards and dark placesMaking silent noises that only sad people could hear http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jesseatspens/871023/ I'm looking around my living room, and I still don't know a thingOutside, the snow, melted by rain, even it looks confusedThe clock is round and wooden and it measures all our daysWho put us here?I hurt myself, I cling to fragile objectsI'm hurt by the wind and by blankness, by nothingLet me leave, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jesseatspens/839090/ To you, I'm just another girl you couldn't love.And for me, you're the only boy I ever could.It hurts like love does, even when it's good.I never liked this feeling, I never liked anything thatTurned me vulnerable, that could break me.So I locked my heart closed, I know it's clicheBut it's also true.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jesseatspens/838245/ I'm usually so good at thisI hurt other people before they can get to meBut you tricked me into loving youAnd thinking you were safe and loved me backI'm not okay, everything's broken or breakingI'm trying so hard to be strong, but I can't be all the timeI wish you knew of what I feelBecause I know .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jesseatspens/826455/ I am just as I've always beenAnd I never meant to bleed on your floorAnd I never meant to cause you such an awful, little messBut I'm quite the creator of suchI judge honesty with the best fairness I've gotBut you haven't got itYou never did lie, but you swallowed things I should knowAnd it's hard t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jesseatspens/824702/ I'm tired of this life, I wish I could pick a new one.I'm tired of high school, and the people I know, and the things I say to themAnd the things I don't say, what I think, what I wantAll the things I can't have because they're too big and I'm too smallWhat I don't have any control over, and the con.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jesseatspens/824079/ Dear Alex,Remember when I told you that you were everything? Well, you're even more than that.I want nothing more than to be with you. But I don't think that I make you happy anymore.Knowing that makes me cry, but this denial does no good.I just wish we had believed me, in the beginning, instead of .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jesseatspens/821452/ You're far away, but sometimes you seem closeIt's hard to decide if we can do this or if it's stupid to think we canIt's really hard to guess what you're thinkingAnd feeling gets in the way of rationalityI don't think you've said that you miss meYou're not especially emotional, but I like hear thing.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jesseatspens/821412/ I love you just enough to make me angry.And you give me just enough to keep my faith.But I know that what we've got will get a gravestoneWith a pretty little start and ending dateI lie just well enough to love you deeplyI learn just slow enough to feel defeatWe gradually become much better strangers.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jesseatspens/819165/ You had a couch.I can't remember the color, but it was leather.We sat there when I met you for the first time.It wasn't the first time, but it deserves a crown.Or maybe a noose.We learn through repetition.Through reinforcement. Positive and negative.But if we learn best through emotional and physica.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jesseatspens/819158/ Sometimes I look at my hands and I can't believe I'm real. Then I remember that awful feeling that I get sometimes.It's like somebody threw me. So hard that when I finally landed, I'm so far from where I started that I have nothing to know about.I hate it. I hate to be in love. It isn't fun. I'm not.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jesseatspens/809929/  When I think of you it makes me feel like cryingIt's because I'm over-filled with such disastersAs fear and hope and, unwillingly, a love for youI just want to hug you all the timeIt's harder to breathe, it's almost like I'm dyingI don't want to break anythingI don't want to break everythingIf.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jesseatspens/809498/ I miss you most when it's the weekendI'm going out with all my girlfriendsThey're going out with all their boyfriendsI don't like going out at allIt's funny when you drink your red wineAnd say I'll be yours for a long timeI'd rather not say words of that kindI like you but you scare me tooI pack my .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jesseatspens/802674/ I like you best when you're intoxicatedI like you most when I am boredI'll wait, I'm waiting, and I've waitedIt's only you that I adoreYou're so much smarter than a peach treeYou're much more charming than you're blueI'd like to take off all this heavy make upI like to be alone with you http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jesseatspens/802451/ I am not a filing cabinetAnd I am not a mattress or a rugOr anything you've ever seen or imaginedYou might think that I'm like other peopleAnd I amI have arms and legs and I do things I shouldn'tI tell lies, but have good intentionsI smile when I don't want toAnd I eat when I'm upsetBut I also have .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jesseatspens/791284/ Time slipsI can hardly grasp the intangibility of itHands run their fingers over me in circlesReviewing, moving forwardI'd rather not be clarifiedOr concrete. I'm a liquidHard to hold, unless you have a cupMade from wit and charm, make it deepDon't drink me all at once, thoughThe sweet parts fade in.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jesseatspens/782988/ Feet and roads and splinters seem to carve a crooked mapAll the walls are made from stone, and we paint with blood and scrapsIf we don't take this safely from our heads straight to your doorThen who will understand us when our bodies hit the floor?We stray in all directions, but we see the world in .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jesseatspens/782531/ You and I have levels, but nothing's level hereWe run around in circles as if everything's unclearIt isn't though, we spin in two directions, and we don't feel at allYou and I are like the stars, and like the stars we fallAnd you're away from my fingertips, I like to feel your skinBut that's the onl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jesseatspens/780104/ Finally something has grabbed the nerve to shake me solidNow, my shallow breathing is less than a choice and has a purposeI always thought I'd used my luck on childish gamesBut when you whisper things to me, I understand my lack of understandingMy heart was dipped in wax, but beat softly underneathI.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jesseatspens/777535/ Sleep steals my attention, and I lay for awhileAnd at 4 in the morning, nothing's dark as your smileMatter is fact, but your matters aren't trueI've got this pillow, but I really want youYou're too wonderful to lack jealous enemiesBut my heart and eyes are fixed on everything I seeI don't know how I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jesseatspens/773203/ In a braided goodbye it all fell into airI never liked you enough or tried hard to careYou were only a boy, who wanted one thingAnd I am a girl, but made out of stringI get tied up in places that I'd rather not beWith people without enough subtletyI'd like to be liked, but I'd rather be realFrom now.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jesseatspens/764694/ I'm too twisted for you, You're not twisted enoughI feel the things you feel, But you'd rather act toughI'm at home but I'd rather be farther awayI could run but what good would that do anyway?When your indifference is tragic, and I'm too frustrated to mentionI'll explode or be silent, any.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jesseatspens/756077/ If life's just beginningAnd summer is coldWhere do we landAfter time makes us old?If I run to your houseAnd you run to mineDoes that mean we'll turn intoThe fairy tale kind?I don't like to be far fromThe things I don't knowNewness is invitingSo I'll probably goBut if I tell you I love youAnd if I re.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jesseatspens/753968/ See these feet, they never touch the ground;I am a wonder in that way.You asked me what I am, so here it is,I wonder if i'm still as wonderful as you say.I'm a lie, but I'm real, a contradiction at bestI'd much rather love, but I'm less than fearlessI float like cotton in the air, but not in the wat.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jesseatspens/750607/ Heavy steps, unlike anything extraordinaryThey cripple leaves, and leave me to watch overAll the faint futures and clevernessBecause dust measures time and I like to watch the worldSo tell me something dazzlingI'd like to set my mind and heart on fireBut it takes differences to light themOne's easy,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jesseatspens/747605/ Fragile steps through the tigers and trees cover groundBright like a match, you follow the townTo the river and through it, you run til you bleedHeavy hands shake and feet find the person you'll beNot much of a soldier, you feel out of lineYou're bird just like me, you were one of a kindTil they rip.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jesseatspens/736007/ We can't live in fractions, fish can't swim in the rain.If every voice moved you, we'd all be the sameShake your fist, clap your hands, and pretend to feelBut everyone knows that none of it's realCount the hairs on your pillow that never were yoursLike a glass case, you're locked in, flat broke and .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jesseatspens/735405/ Why is it that temporary happiness is so easily and commonly mistaken for love?You and I found some kind of inspiration in ourselves. We opened closed eyes and filled empty hearts, and for a short life our happiness was beautiful.However, superficiality has only two choices: to become deep, or to br.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jesseatspens/726339/ This skeleton that you've become cant measure up to youI know what you are worth, and I know what you can doBut this sudden shift in your behavior shakes me to the coreI'd like for you to sing with me, if you don't feel it's a choreBecause I'm sure that your tired of feeling sadBut that's no excuse .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jesseatspens/724150/ Infatuation has such a clever appearance, I couldn't quite distinguish you from loveSo I used my adolescent tendencies, and said itAnd believed it for a while.Why am I always so empty inside?Some reckless boys pour their hearts into me, and I dump them on the sidewalk.No one ever gets to me; but rea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jesseatspens/722402/ Fragile fingers turn the pagesI get so nervous in the darkIf you lie to me, lie slowlyIt seems I like to play that partThe one that soaks into the pavementJust like a whisper in the windI've never embraced lonelinessWhere am I to begin?But if you're real then I will doubt youIt's hard to fix what's .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jesseatspens/708281/ Who dances with dreamers? Tell me how they got there.Beauty matched with wicked speedOf the mind and of the feetSplit the strings and kill the medicationI'm not a puppet, but a child of inspirationNaked love has lost its faceI don't know who I'm kiddingI could never be in love enough to keep me from.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jesseatspens/704522/ Well, here it is cold and nakedA shriveled falsity became truth with some pressingAnother garbage bound love letter in a damp afternoonAgain, I found only superficial differencesAt the core you're like all other selfish mediocrityYou may own that pretty face, but not mine http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jesseatspens/698791/ Even from seasons away, I can see through youGo to edge of the world, that's where you'll find meNext time is much to late to fix your mistakesDon't ever say sorry, I've heard it beforeGo back to your lost girls, who let you inside themI'm locking the doors against people like youThey're not much to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jesseatspens/692505/ Naked hearts are blind to differenceThe certainty of make believe is difficult to comprehendThe lack of light or sound or color makes the whole thing shallowAnd hollowed out and caved in until sturdy walls are formedThe first love is the clearest markIt clings to pain and heavy breathingBut once we .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jesseatspens/688936/ Hypocrisy isn't a fallacy or an abnormalityYou're just like all the restI wish that you'd been different, I wish I'd been less contentWith the lies you swore and said you meantI'm nothing like the world believesI never wanted anythingNothing you could give was freeI almost fell in love with you and .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jesseatspens/688577/ Every type of person falls between the best and worst of our kindAnd I love to pick apart your broken heart and mend it for a timeBut through the years I've developed fears that cloud my starry eyesThey flash quite brightly and love to spite me by clinging to my sideAnd I'm looking for the person wh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jesseatspens/683237/ There will be things that I'll have to do alone.Places I'll go where you can't come with me.It'll hurt, I promise, so forget me nowBecause I won't compromise my dreams for anybody.You insist that you'll take on the world with me.But that's not what I'm here for.I'm independent as they come and I nee.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jesseatspens/681574/ In the blink of a season, closed eyes were openedAnd I found the world to be quite picturesqueYou're a new type of person, you loved me like summerBut winter is cold, and I'm feeling restlessI'm sorry fate found you to be who you are to meI really do love you, if that's worth anythingBut I'm also a .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jesseatspens/679195/