http://slow.writerscafe.org/RaeEverett The original writings of author Rae en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776028470 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 God only knows about the heaven that binds us.I hope reality never finds us.I'm going to die in my mind until we become us.Oh girl of lust,Oh how I've lost,How I've suffered,How I've been slow to trust. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RaeEverett/1173560/ and you'll look at me with sad sad eyes.telling me you've lost everything.i'll look back with no surprise.dead look straight back in to your sad eyes,and not walk you home that night.even though the comfort of your bed seems tempting,in the nights light.i mean i am only human,glittered with flaws,an.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RaeEverett/1173559/ Shove it down my throat.Watch while I choke on these words.Too drunk not to stutter.Too drunk not to stumble upon you.Running you around inside my mind.A rat race.A second chance.A never ending push and shove.What’s in your wallet?NothingSir.What’s in your heart?Your daughter.Not without.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RaeEverett/1170315/ “iloveyou”She whisper screams into the phone.my ears fall off into my boots.and i couldn’t hear anything since that day.so i shoved them back into the sides of my face.and kept walking down the road, talking loud as ever. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RaeEverett/1167685/ if you could just pour a little ounce into my soul, shake me up and drink me down. the taste in your mouth, the way it messes with your feelings. the way you would just love to spit me out, bite down on me and never let me seep down your throat. shovel your own downpour, because when i don&rsqu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RaeEverett/1167683/ were all tortured souls.sat out in the rain to dry.a figure of speech,dirt in the eye.a blind, blacked out drunk night.but did i feel?did i see?could you really be the one that was supposed to compete me?another half of this dirty heart.to clean it up,a brand new start?questions, and answerscome slo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RaeEverett/1167677/ “Oh you’ll be fine,”with dirty hands and knees.“you don’t need me,”but the real question iswhy am i so eager to please? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RaeEverett/1167675/ I watch you collect tea leaves,and shove them in your mouth.Words of a hard depression,words of dirt, rags, and bones.Why would you let this happen?This question buries my brain each nightI lie awake,wondering.Hope isn't going to help this shipstay afloat.I need a life raftbefore I sink in.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RaeEverett/1167672/ I got some real words on a few pages.You wrote themdown with thought.I got some real words toremember you by.because I have forgot.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RaeEverett/1167668/ For a moment thereI was gone.For a minute thereI was back.I saw you red angelI saw your strawberry hair.Once you were beautiful.Once. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RaeEverett/1167664/ If happiness is a warm gun then I've been sweating for years, down the barrel of these broken bones and the wiped away tears.I've been trying to get past the things that I lack but suddenly, oh suddenly it all came back.It all came back like flash flash flash, and .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RaeEverett/1133128/ When I am back on home grounds I still find your hairs laying around, Tangled in my sheets.Our foot prints on the streets, I see them.I see the dead birds, I've been seeing them for weeks.Last night we talked like people, Not strangers.But it was strange. 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I spent a fair amount of time there working on myself, and my mind. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RaeEverett/1132434/