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			<title>Aleks</title>
			<description>Aleks run.Aleks hide.Aleks fight to survive.But Aleks dead.Aleks gone.Aleks bled all night long.Aleks cried.Aleks weep.In his sorrow Aleks steeped.Aleks wondered.Aleks feared.Aleks look for help that was not there.Aleks left without a trace.They killed Aleks.Aleks was told he was gay.Aleks was told ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheHappyWitness/1255376/</link>
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			<title>Really wish you'd marry me</title>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheHappyWitness/1250842/</link>
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			<title>The Day Bullying Killed Tyler Moore (and Other Stupid Stuff Like That)</title>
			<description>Lessons learned from all the days of sitting in class behind Tyler Travis Moore,the girl who was a boy.my life with the gay kid from down the street.That's gotta be sumthin. Enjoy.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheHappyWitness/1242056/</link>
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			<title>Edgar</title>
			<description>The little boy who lived next door was evil. I would know. He killed me. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheHappyWitness/1242006/</link>
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			<title>What hurts</title>
			<description>......................: ( It's been a bad day in my corner of the hundred acre woods......</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheHappyWitness/1240822/</link>
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			<title>Something I'd never do</title>
			<description>If the stars could come to earth,They'd know for sure they cant outshine your worth;Tell me all there is to you,Tell me all you wish to do.I know for sure you've been brokenWay too many times;Way too many peopleHave told you way to many lies;And as I step over all the shards,Of a broken and friendle..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheHappyWitness/1235666/</link>
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			<title>A Quick Thanks to God</title>
			<description>I'm one who felt the desire to thank God for helping me out.
So I wrote a poem to him. : )</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheHappyWitness/1233480/</link>
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			<title>For my Dad</title>
			<description>Just a poem to say thanks. Despite all my classic teenage stupidity, he's really awesome.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheHappyWitness/1227539/</link>
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			<title>A Thing Amongst the Darkness</title>
			<description>There is a thing amongst the darkness,A thing I cannot see.There is a disturbance amongst the darkness,Please console me,For what lies in the drapes of darknessSeeks to kill me.There is no light amongst the darkness,There is no hope in this dark soul,For what false light there is,Can only danger be...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheHappyWitness/1225705/</link>
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			<title>The Graffiti Artist</title>
			<description>I can't remember just where I was or when it happened. All I can remember is early one cold morning as I was rushing down the bustling streets of Brooklyn New York; my were eyes completely glued to my iphone for I was texting my older brother Sergio. I was supposed to meet him at a downtown joint na..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheHappyWitness/1224963/</link>
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			<title>Horrors Of The Writers Block...</title>
			<description>He held a knife to my throat as he held hostage my thoughts.My words whimpered in the darkest corners of my heart.&quot;Write it!&quot; he commanded as he stuck his words into my mouth.He took my dignity and slammed it to the ground.&quot;What should I write?&quot; I asked the man so cruel.&quot;Write better poems or I'll k..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheHappyWitness/1223844/</link>
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			<title>I Am A Monster</title>
			<description>I am a monster,I am not a man.Of happy, simple thingsI am not a fan,For I am a monster.I am not a man.I snarl and growl;&amp;nbsp;I bare my teeth.I hiss and spitand never speak.That is who I am.Do not try to change me for,I am a monster.I am not a man.I hate the feel of your touch;Loving strokes is what..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheHappyWitness/1223811/</link>
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			<title>The Small Town Boy</title>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheHappyWitness/1220685/</link>
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			<title>A Man Called Hate</title>
			<description>Life in the small town of Heggrich is rather sad for young Kojak Jones. His life isn't made better when his coal mining father is badly injured.Hopeless, he plans to kill himself-Then he meets Hate.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheHappyWitness/1220682/</link>
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			<title>Across the broken bridge</title>
			<description>Santos sat staring out his bedroom window into the world so dark and hopelessly gray.He was a tall muscle bound boy with attitude.His family had just moved to the old farm two months ago and at first it was rather cool. But within the first day he realized what a horrible thing this was. Reality,har..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheHappyWitness/1220170/</link>
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			<title>Memories Of The Dragon</title>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheHappyWitness/1220165/</link>
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			<title>the beautiful ones</title>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheHappyWitness/1219813/</link>
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			<title>Home</title>
			<description>Just thinking about what 'Home' is.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheHappyWitness/1219208/</link>
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			<title>Waiting Room</title>
			<description>I'm waiting as slowly the seconds creep by, as if they're afraid that moving too fast will make me realize time isn't standing still.-sigh. Waiting sucks. Waiting in a waiting room. I bet there's a story here. Let's see... a little girl in pink dress with a purple bow is turning purple from the brea..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheHappyWitness/1214305/</link>
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			<title>May I lay you out tonight?</title>
			<description>tee-hee I come from a family of romantics...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheHappyWitness/1207383/</link>
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			<title>Side Effects</title>
			<description>I was thinking what the bottle of 'puberty' would say if 'Adolesence' was an over-the-counter drug...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheHappyWitness/1202796/</link>
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			<title>She Who Sleeps Amongst Roses</title>
			<description>She who lay amongst the roses, lays quietlyAs others cry out on her behalfShe takes no note of their painShe does not stir at the sight of her children who weepShe who lays amongst roses,Sleeps.How her brother wishes to see her laugh.He kneels on bended knee and in her ear whispers his desperate ple..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheHappyWitness/1201137/</link>
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			<title>(Crappy) First Kiss</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Our eyes locked together forever&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;n..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheHappyWitness/1201123/</link>
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			<title>Final Exams</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Head pounding&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheHappyWitness/1201120/</link>
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			<title>She's beautiful in my eyes</title>
			<description>I just started writing and this is what I  came out with. It isn't really a poem it's more of words I  felt like saying. : )</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheHappyWitness/1185409/</link>
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			<title>The Strangers</title>
			<description>A teen  feels unhappily disconnected with his family, a family that is built on distrust. In his eyes they are strangers.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheHappyWitness/1185242/</link>
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			<title>In The Company of Devils And Lions</title>
			<description>Jason Korpper will never forget the day his parents told him his brother Abednigo went missing.Now he is on a mission to find him, on a perilous journey that will take him into a world of darkness.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheHappyWitness/1172519/</link>
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			<title>The Bunker House Boys</title>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheHappyWitness/1172511/</link>
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			<title>Simple May</title>
			<description>After a law is passed forbidding women to have an inheritence dying farmer James is in a race against time to find a young man to marry his daughter Abigal and gain his fortune,but she has other plans</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheHappyWitness/1167981/</link>
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			<title>A strange moon</title>
			<description>I was just looking at the full moon tonight and I thought of this poem freelance style :)
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheHappyWitness/1165815/</link>
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			<title>Save me the pain....</title>
			<description>Save me the pain... Save me the pain,Save me the hate.I will dieAnd I can&amp;rsquo;t wait.Words like bullets flyAs hope passes by.I could cry,But they'ed laughI could mourn,I could die.But I&amp;rsquo;d still have to face the others scorn.I'd still have to face their childish lies.The..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheHappyWitness/1165810/</link>
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			<title>Will you catch me if I fall?</title>
			<description> Will you catch me if I fall ? ( Love can cloud one's reasoning abilities,but is this extreme ?)I stand on a building top and I'm about to jump off, My throat is dry and my body is growing limp, I peek over the edge and gaze upon the immense drop, temporarily my heart stops, I'm re..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheHappyWitness/1165805/</link>
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			<title>Just One Last Time....</title>
			<description>Just one more time....Just one more time    Just one more time will I take the pain, Just one last time will you build up my hope and then my hopes you drastically fail, Just one last time will I walk through weighty words that are like hail, Just one more time will my pain fall like rain, Just ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheHappyWitness/1165804/</link>
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			<title>I Loved You Enough To Let You Go</title>
			<description>I loved you enough to let you go I know you feel I let you down. But my dear friend I built you up. I refused to let you down.I loved you in a way so special; O' how you'll never know. Beloved one, I loved you enough to let you go. I could never hold onto you for fear I'd hold you ba..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheHappyWitness/1165801/</link>
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			<title>Worth it</title>
			<description> Many days I've awakened;  Few nights have I slept.  A few days I've laughed,  A few more I've wept.   These days are quite hard.  These times are quite rough.  But when I come home it was worth it.  Yes, long days have built up anticipation. Stress filled days isn't so tough  ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheHappyWitness/1165800/</link>
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			<title>Once When We Were Giants</title>
			<description>Once when we were Giants We were small lovers,we were kings.We set our hearts to face the world, for in our world we could do anything . With our broomstick horses and sweatshirt capes we road around.No man more rich and fulfilled could there ever be found.We were small in stature,this b..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheHappyWitness/1165799/</link>
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			<title>What They Call Love</title>
			<description>A happy song I wrote with Frank Sinatra/RatPack in mind. It's not finished but I don't know how to finish it.If someone has  idea/ better version,let me know-preferably a song writer! Thanx : )</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheHappyWitness/1165795/</link>
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			<title>Keeping Silent</title>
			<description>a suicide note I had written that I turned into a poem.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheHappyWitness/1165782/</link>
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			<title>I'll do it all</title>
			<description>Whatever you need,Whatever you want,I&amp;rsquo;ll hide the truth,I&amp;rsquo;ll take the fall,I&amp;rsquo;ll do it all,I&amp;rsquo;ll do it all!When you&amp;rsquo;re in ruins,When you need a hand,When&amp;nbsp;you've&amp;nbsp;gone too far into the land of the damned;Damned be the land that refu..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheHappyWitness/1165775/</link>
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			<title>THE DAY THE SKY TURNED BLACK</title>
			<description>An interview with survivors of the Great Disaster, of 1995, on a Greek island not far  of the island L&amp;eacute;svos.
(Not a true story. )</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheHappyWitness/1165772/</link>
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			<title>The Garden of Abel</title>
			<description>Just a glimpse into the world of Adam and Eve's second son, young Abel, as he reflects one morning on the Garden of Eden.(a short story)</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheHappyWitness/1165756/</link>
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			<title>Haven't seen your love</title>
			<description>I have seen many thingsI have seen days darker than night&amp;nbsp;I have seen stars that don't shine so brightI have seen the power of God aboveBut what I&amp;nbsp;haven't&amp;nbsp;seen is your loveI have seen those now living, dieI have seen those with all the answers ask 'why?'I have seen children be bored w..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheHappyWitness/1165736/</link>
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