http://slow.writerscafe.org/JayIsANerd The original writings of author Jaybird en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776010084 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The bathwaterran cold long ago I can see the point wherethe hot water pouring inmeets the cold.And they clash.The water billows, curls in on itselfand I watch for a little while.Goosebumpsline myarms and mylegsI hug my kneesand draw them upto rest my chinagainst... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JayIsANerd/1135946/ You tell me to wait up.So I do.It is 10PM and you are not here - I send you a message and rap my fingers against the hardwoodenfloor.It hurts butit is distracting. It is 12AM and you are not here.I scroll through our past messagesand try to imagine yourhand upon my face.I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JayIsANerd/1135923/ There were three momentswhere you didn’t takemy breath away, but ratherthe very words fromme. You left mybreathing not onlyshallow but hollow anddevoid of word.The first occasion, I had been talking, when you took the wordsright from my lungs.They hadn’t even a chance to form.You to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JayIsANerd/1134745/ Kiss is too tame a word for the emotions I hold, locked away, for you.Snog is far more primal.Snog evokes thoughtsof flurried fingers; pulled hair and tiny littlebiteswhich drip down my chest.Painting, me a bruise.It brings to mind panting; foggy breath in the cold aswe walk .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JayIsANerd/1129833/ The sky is blueand the sunshines hard and brightbut I do not feel it.It is a Winter’s Sun.And I am sat on the benchat the station anda cold wind blows andthe sun glares onand the sweets in mybag are your gift to me. Love Hearts.AndI crush a few in my hands; let the dust fall between .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JayIsANerd/1129651/ Last year I had a Valentine.He had dimples in his cheeksand when he winked,the corners of his eyes crinkledlike old paper, folded overand over.And his lips tasted like newspaper inkand he breathed words down mythroat, newsprint.And when he bit me (which he did in earnest) he left stains th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JayIsANerd/1129648/ They are burning my Granddad.No, not burning, cremating.I remember when a friendtold me what happenedwhen a body was burned,no, cremated. She told me that the flesh goes first.She told me that the bonesbecome red-hot, and Glow like a sunset, or hot iron, sobright that they eventuallye.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JayIsANerd/1129647/ My hipsgrate against my clothinglike bark.Skin is a sea ofsilver birch,with split, peelingbark thatcomes away at the touch.And you tell methat it is hideous to behold.You do not understandhow I could havefelled the forests.I will have themfor the rest of mylife.Them beingthe words you do notqui.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JayIsANerd/1129645/ This time ofyear reminds meof you.The trees are bareand theirboughs areopen to the elements.I could cutinto them with myhouse-keys andmark them forever.And you arethe freezing rain.And you are the iceon the pavements.And you are thewind thatbeats against firs.You are a cold wintersday. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JayIsANerd/1129644/ The first time wefell in love Ihad scarsclimbing likerose-bushes up myforearms.They curled aroundand stuck fast inmy skinand when youran your lips acrossthemyou could tastethe ridgesand ladders. The roots ofthe roses tookroot in my veins.They grew andgrewand occasionally,they bloomed.Petals wou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JayIsANerd/1129638/ I stare down atthe scars thatcast shadows acrossmy skin,streaked with bloodwarm and wet and freshRemember your promisewhispered into the smallof my neck as you held me close."We'll get through this together."And I stare downat the blood on my handsand the blood on the sheets,and the blood on the gla.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JayIsANerd/1129636/ You plunged your heartinto my chestand squeezed the breath frommy lungswatched me choke and splutterand smiledas my lips went blueand kissed a sunset upon mycheeks as youstole my last breath http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JayIsANerd/1129635/ I breathed blue into your mouth; my breath darkas my bruised breath spreads up and across, staining you.You stare up at me and I lose my breathin you, a hue that spread andshimmered down your throat, spread acrossyour lips like dusk. And into your lungs.Your chest rises, bellows, butyou do not .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JayIsANerd/1129627/ You are everywhere.I close doors, and build up wallsisolate myself andignore the pangs in my heart thatare your aftershocks.You are everywhere.But it is never enough.You are there in the letter I promised to send,signed off with three tinykisses thatlies on my floorI do not want to th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JayIsANerd/1129625/ You said you'd fold1000 paper cranes,perfectly breakable,willfully delicate, and yetso beautiful. Blossoming bloodstainedpaper on a broken heart.Thin necks and paper cuts.Then, then you said that you'd let them fly, one by one,off into the sky, Into a sunset or into the river.like real bir.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JayIsANerd/1129622/ He told me I had a smile perfect for the silver screen.Offered me a hand and a dollar, to be on my way.You told me my pink lips were perfectly kissableby the next Bogart or Sinatra, that my hair wascoiffed in the styling of a classy lady, my smoky eyes alluring. That the cigarette, between my f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JayIsANerd/1129620/ You exercised my trust,as I exorcised yours;Our fingers entwined as we fell back,I let you fall awayand crumble like a ruined building,Tears were my thanks,And you were left.to be taken up by the imperfect.Remember the memories?You remember the sunset,bloody blooming across the horizon,trees standin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JayIsANerd/1129619/ I'm staring at the old love letterthat I wrote youa juvenile confession of the workings of a stuck-together heartmade from cliches of love that I see in lifemakeshift affections that wind over and overand repeatlike an old casette tapeit unravels as I read it, and the words disintegrateNow.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JayIsANerd/1129618/ She stood at the edge of the cliff,a lantern in tones of orange and duskclutched to her side with whitened knuckles,her cheeks pinched rouge by the wind.She stared out across the seven seas,watched the ripple of the wavesand the sun setting across the horizon;a million miles away, or so it seemed.Ti.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JayIsANerd/1129615/ You broke melike the sunlight that filtersthrough the trees in a forest,interrupted by the canopyand the light that disappated before it hit the groundleaving slapdash patchesof brightness and shadowstrew out across the pathand like the wavesof the ocean that gain momentumas they reach the shor.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JayIsANerd/1129614/ A year ago todayI carved my heartIn two; asunder,With a scalpelI splayed my ribs andtore into my fleshandput each half in thecupped palm of your handwhere you eagerly watchedthe dying thudas it painted your armsred withpassion and sunsetsand you replacedthe hole in my chestwith coal, a heavy we.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JayIsANerd/1129613/ you made my heart stirlike an oceanthe ebb and flow of the tidein my veinsand the saltstings as it washes overold wounds http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JayIsANerd/1129606/ your absencewas a negative spacean absess that grewin my chestfilling with your words,it curls around mea wicked sinthat reminds me of yourpresence,and it, no, you,fills me up with nothingness, a cavity for adigestive systemblackthat spews when I coughspattering the wallswithwordslike love.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JayIsANerd/1129604/ You still hurta knife twisted betweenmy ribsright in the midstof my right and left ventriclewhere your bladeembedded and planteditself firmly set in stone heartto seed and growinsideas a red rosewhich,as it grew,grew steadily more painfulas the thornsprickand as the petalsunfurland my hear.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JayIsANerd/1129603/ today I tried to countthe scars thatstand outon the landscape ofmy legsa winding staircasethat I stepped upwith my fingertips,pressing them deep into the creviceof parted fleshand pinking scars;An uphill climb across soft flesh and rough flesh,and not-quite-there-fleshand climbing up higher I p.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JayIsANerd/1129597/