http://slow.writerscafe.org/chrisxharris The original writings of author Chris Harris en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776021669 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15  I am an artistI have been away for so long because I needed to remember the beauty in life and see past the darkness because was in a emotional mess which showed as all my writing was on heartbreak pain misery etc. as @apparition pointed out . Which led to a personal journey in which I had t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chrisxharris/484327/  He Ponders a love long forgottenShe hopesFor a Love never Lost http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chrisxharris/484325/ solitude?love?fame?sorrowless days?pleasant nights?what is it i seek http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chrisxharris/446918/  Love is a tyrantF**k HerLOVe is oppressiveF**k HErLOve is obbsesiveF**k her Love is selfishF**k HEr LOve is chaoticF**k HerLove is a LieF**k HerLOve is a b***hI f**k herLove was my b***hI loved herBut she chained my heartSo now im her b***hF**k her http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chrisxharris/444615/  Today if you were to ask me what i missTo be an a*s i would say i miss your touchI miss the way you do that sexy little strutThe way i cupped your butt The way your goosebumps start up at my touchThe way you were down to f**kNot make love you wanted to f**kanywhere anytime t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chrisxharris/444582/ perhaps i have grown too sweet for you and i is it true that those with impure actions recive the purist of hearts???for us i prey noti remember when i first told you "i love you" ....ill never foget how happy you lookedor long we locked lips in the corner and how willing you .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chrisxharris/444063/ Sittin in a room as I glance at the wallWatchin the stillness commence as the silence callsWe are sittin together, not knowin what to sayIf we let this moment pass, will there be another time or day?Time is passin, hearts racinTempurature risin from decision-makinWhat do we do? And how d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chrisxharris/443915/ under the city lights i was given lifeunder the city lights the world comes to lifeunder the city lights lives come to deathunder the city lights the real people come outunder the city lights all that is hidden in the light of day is spotlightedunder the city lights the city grows http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chrisxharris/443555/ If I never lived...so common a thought that peirces everyone's mind with fierceness, even the most fearless"what if I was never born, and my friends were never scorn, what if i died now, then i wouldnt be restless"But in the confines of my mind, the sewers stretch .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chrisxharris/443553/ Entrusted with the heart and soul of a troubled youth. She said she would never hop coup . To him she was like morning dew . To her he was her savior all her life . Their love was tried many times but because trouble was nothing new he kept strong when she didnt know what to do. But for his own good.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chrisxharris/443539/ Alone i now walk in this lifewithout my muse to light my pathas darkness encloses all aroundyour voice resounds in my soulGoodbye you said this is for your best.I wish your light would reignite my pathto see the devastation you left.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chrisxharris/443523/ With a stroke of a pen he can bring tearswith a word he can cause joybeautiful soliloquy they say talented poet they call him the ink they believe he usesis but his own blood his lfeforceso with this he imprisons the soulhis words are but a tip of his emotionso to know his .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chrisxharris/443522/ in a home where love is for selfthe youth yearned for a love unknownhe learned god from church butcouldnt see it concieve love given freelyfor love was not recived at homeat home he learned mental solitudeself dependancy and manipulationlove he saw in the households of "friends&qu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chrisxharris/443520/ The first day we met you had my attention. The first day we met i introduced you to my mom. The first day we met i told you my deepest secret and you told me yours. The first day we met i told you my dreams. The first day we met we watched a movie . The first day we met we had a time limit. The firs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chrisxharris/443518/ love is fatal http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chrisxharris/443517/ heightened emotionslowered sensesthe moon brings a peaceful solace forintwined loversbut its light shines bright to the restless loner http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chrisxharris/443516/