http://slow.writerscafe.org/jdanireton The original writings of author Jayden Ireton en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776028595 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Every time I walk by that house I get a sinking feeling inthe pit of my stomach. I see that girl's eyes staring at me from the attic witha look of longing. No one believes me when I mention that girl in the attic. I walkby her house daily. I want to help her so bad. I can’t stop thin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jdanireton/1170493/ I walk around the city seeing thebeauty. I pass strangers who are running straight ahead. They never look up.They never see the beauty. They never appreciate. What is the point of theirlife? Is that paper pushing more important than enjoyment? Somewhere along theway man has lost his way... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jdanireton/1170467/ Today is the day I execute my revenge. These bullies willpay for all they have done to me. As I walk to the bus stop I can’t stopsweating and shaking. I know today is the day it all changes. As I walk downthe aisle on the bus everyone goes about their day not even noticing me. They.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jdanireton/1170457/ I remember.I remember those times so well.Well I remember them a little.Each punch I threw could end a career.Each punch thrown at me left a markI cannot see, I can hardly hear.The ringing never stops,The memory sometimes disappears.I tremble all the time, I can h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jdanireton/1170445/ Today is thedayI have keptit in for so longI fearreactions to who I amThey do nothave knowledge of who we areHold my handas we hit them with the newsA familydinner is the placewe will tellthem while they are stuffing their face,this way theyare unable .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jdanireton/1170440/ This is me.I am the only I.Every day craving acceptance and fearing rejection. I grow into my own skin every time I try,But rejection scares me so much I almost never endeavorI am not wanted, I do so fear. Why do we as humans let no one draw near?We could all show acc.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jdanireton/1170438/ Child get dressed, hurryTonight is the only night the food is freePut on the outfit I made We will be blessed tonight This is the only time they give when it’s expectedOh child you look amazingAll that sewing paid off for tonight We will have food for .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jdanireton/1169052/ I stand in awe at the reflecting poolYears have passed, slow and cruelOne hundred and sixty eight died that day Twisted metal and burning flesh, Burning cars, blasted windows,A collapsing buildingNow nothing left Just a pool and stone chairsA marathon re.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jdanireton/1169045/ Today thedream diedOur King isdeadNo one isleft to lead us to the promise land Damn theWhites who took our KingDamn themall, the vile beingsLeave us be aliveand freeTake ourseats, take our King, take our children, everything Tonight we.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jdanireton/1169024/ She walks in white into the light shining bright in thenight.She walks to an end. She walks to her best friend.Tomorrow her identity will change. Tonight she lives adream.The lady in white, a mysterious sight. Her curls roll downher backless dress.Her beauty is unmatchable .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jdanireton/1165073/ The New FrontierSo many things are out of reach.Except for Death it is alwaysclose to me. My pain my struggles wear medown.Sometimes Death is your only wayout.Death is misjudged as a badthing.Death is just a new journey, anew game.Let us see what is next. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jdanireton/1165049/ I look aroundthe room full of peopleTo me in my own world in my tombI do not belong hereI roam alonein the dark of nightBefore the dew touches the blackened treesThe moon is my compassThe stars are holes in my dark dreamsI relish the darknessOn fullmooned nights.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jdanireton/1165048/ The dogs are barkingbared teethThe men that hold them have the same lookMenace on every sideSweet Jesus what did I do to be placed hereMen marching around with giant gunsThey have no issue pointing at meThe environment is steaming with hatredOr maybe it's intolerance Sig.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jdanireton/1165045/ Hey guys I am having surgery so I may be away from my computer for a few days. I will get caught up when I feel a little better. Feel free to leave me read requests. I may not remember who commented on my work so request me to read your stuff. Thanks everyone. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jdanireton/1153461/ Too many times the flame flickers out too soonIt is a tragedy every time Why do we lose the greatest minds in a flash?In our soul burns the desire to be the bestWe want to make the deepest impactAre we willing to pass in an instant to reach the masses?Will we be remembere.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jdanireton/1151841/ Sugar plums,candy canes, fruit cakes cookingA Christmas story on the televisionA fire dancing on the logs in the fireplaceDecadent smells and sights of Christmas joyFamilies smiling to each other one time out of the yearChristmas spirit all aroundPresents, trees, stockingsThe fru.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jdanireton/1151834/ The dead generation without ambition We have all the tools and we lay them down Social media is what runs our worldWe forgot to have herosThere once was Frank Sinatra, Elvis Presley, The BeatlesWe traded the true art and skill for louder “jams”Artists who don&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jdanireton/1151829/ I hear thehoofsthey're comingthey're comingclump a clump a clump adeaths horse racing me downblack steed of death, fire in his eyesflaming mane of blue and whitethe eyes sohorrifyingintense gaze into the soulthe hoofs are coming for my hearthellish sounds you ca.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jdanireton/1151827/ You ask do I have any last words. I sure do sirs. I ask forjust a moment of your time good sirs. You have me in this chair because of themany murders I have committed. You call me a serial killer. I have been askedby many why I killed the way I did. Why did I use knifes and blunt objects.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jdanireton/1151783/ I open myeyes. Everything is blurry. I feel a sudden slashing horrific pain everywhere.It is no longer blurry; I see doctors and assistants standing over me withtools, so sharp. They are cutting me open. I’m awake stop!!! They don’t hearme. Why are they not stopping; can&rsqu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jdanireton/1151767/ Chivalry is dead. Morals are deadShame has taken off her dress.Loyalty is buried deep.Shallowness has broken free. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jdanireton/1151753/ A tribute to Hunter S. Thompson http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jdanireton/1151407/ I hear thebellsclang clang clang metal on metalmelodic sounds soothing of the soulrestoring the souls soresstrengthening my heartthe bells calling to mecome hither young manto the churchyard I am boundpray not disappoint thy lord. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jdanireton/1151403/  The smell of wood is so strong on the stepsI can smell pine with a hint of a rotten odorI believe it is blood, It stains the boardsIt is a horrifying idea that this machine was created in man’sheadWhat sick creatures we must be to glorify these disgustingt.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jdanireton/1150414/ My darling your porcelain face lay ruined at my feetWhat a waste of beauty so short livedThe cold has taken you and wrapped your bonesThe bugs have made a home around youNature does not respect youHumanity now neglects youYour mind has left youThe body remains cold .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jdanireton/1147475/ I yearn for things I can not do,This world has left be black and blue I try to walk through the pain,It’s like walking on glass again and again No relief--No more funCan I walk on glass to reach the gun? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jdanireton/1140497/ As it slices through I feel theburn of intense pleasureThe two sides parting like thewater for MosesTruly a red seaThe exhilaration of one tinyfluid movementHow easily we find pleasure InpainPressing the razor to the skinTime to go again http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jdanireton/1140485/ I am sorry to see allof you here at church today, sincerely. 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