http://slow.writerscafe.org/jerrica%20benton The original writings of author Jerrica Benton en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776020076 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Kinda juvenile language but its the plainest and all I can do right now. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jerrica-benton/444200/ home isbeing 6 years oldat the beach, with yr parentsnot being able to swimbut yet knowing stillthe you won’t drown.  home isbeing 8 years oldin the suburbs and running awayonly a few streets over,making it back in timefor dinner.  .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jerrica-benton/363507/ this one marks the first ever time i tried to write something 'nice'. let me know if the 'trying too hard' is too obvious. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jerrica-benton/319664/ manic! the overall theme i wanna get across here is MOTION. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jerrica-benton/319661/ its six in the morning. i have been awake since.....sometime yesterday. its been eight million months since i've done ANYTHING. not a word. not a word outta anyone. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jerrica-benton/319642/     my greatest lament at the moment is that i don't have a big sadness. i don't have a substance abuse problem. my parents are still together.     oh sure, my boyfriend of a year and a half (longest relationship to date! but we're not) dumped me. as soon as he got hi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jerrica-benton/319177/ cleaning out the ol' computer still and i need to save this somewhere for when i need to pull it out at a later date. iz nothing, kids, iz nothing. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jerrica-benton/319173/ My little sister Dottie is 'special'. My whole life, all I ever hear is, "Paul, watch out for your sister," "Paul, you gotta take care of your sister, you know shes 'special'," "Damnit, Paul, where's your sister?" It gets real annoying, having her tag a long and all, all the time. My best friend Tom.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jerrica-benton/319172/ this one is where my amnesia started its course. and so, it is unfinished. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jerrica-benton/299674/ i haven't updated anything new lately because everythings coming out forced. if anyone checks this out - IS IT WORTH IT? i'm big enough to handle being told it's not. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jerrica-benton/299645/ my cat got a million parasites and it cost a ton of money and i couldn't give her her medicine and i thought she was gonna die and i love her to an unhealthy degree. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jerrica-benton/259126/ i was drunk and my room mate was getting there. if you wanna give me constructive criticism, awesome. if you wanna tell me how i could get my room mate to bang me, that would be more helpful. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jerrica-benton/259125/ i have always called my brother squid since i was seven years old. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jerrica-benton/259117/ white people sighing,"my parentsnever got me a _______.i always grew upunder the shadow ofknowing i wasn't loved." my room mate sits across meat the kitchen table i brought "i think i'll quit my s****y retail job.maybe i could go on welfare." "but what about .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jerrica-benton/259114/ old skool find. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jerrica-benton/252730/ you ever ride the R train at 3 am? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jerrica-benton/242157/ the title needs rearrangin'. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jerrica-benton/242156/ i have no idea how to finish this. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jerrica-benton/223372/ too over the top? i mean, junkies scare me. honestly, let me know if i should chuck it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jerrica-benton/223370/ I.i amso sickof these goddamn menopausal womenwho don't know it's february.II.anything's a poemwhen you breakdownyr sentence structure!i love it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jerrica-benton/221733/ the birthday of suicidesshould be treated much more specialthan ordinary birthdays.as it's more of a featthat we survived another yearthan yr 'average' person having done so.we should be guaranteed a cakeballoons! gifts! a parade even!or just friendsto make sure we don't do anyth.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jerrica-benton/221731/ votes on how to finish it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jerrica-benton/221729/ I.you held me, slung over yr shoulderwhen you know how heavy i always feelwhen i could not walk.yes, i took note of theone pair of footprints in the sand.and for that, i thank youbut allow you no excusesi simply can't.giving them out like candyas i once did.what a wonderful c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jerrica-benton/221727/ soulless, empty eye socketsstaring at nothing at all mouth twisted in some maniacal grin.i'm not entirely sure youeven have a face.i assume you doin the same way that i assumeeveryone has a face. and you do sorta have the space for it.you don't turn yr head at my footfalls.ca.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jerrica-benton/221723/ - salami sandwiches- fried chicken- steak with salt - clam chowder- burger king chicken fingers- cheeseburgers on a summer day- nathan's hot dogs- sweedish meatballs- pork cooked in spaghetti sauce- bacon sandwiches- roasted chicken with gravy- chicken cutlets served with rice .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jerrica-benton/221717/ step one. stock up on yr favoritepainkiller or cough medicine.learn to work with what you've got!step two.turn the ringer on yr phone off.yr far too busy to answer it.learn to work with yr charades. step three.invent the people you were withand a non descript place you .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jerrica-benton/221706/ let us waltz, my dearin the direction of poughkeepsiecause i wanna go home. we'll caress when you say soeat when we're hungryrest when we're tiredwith yr head on my bellythe same position you fell intocountless but blissful times before.i'm taking you home to exercise my demons.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jerrica-benton/221702/ touching, but not really touchingyr big hand on my small one.i hold on to it like a small childlightly and uncertainly. it was the day that i gave youthe lead balloon.and you gave methe expiration date,reminding methat sometimes things are still goodfor a few days after that.ne.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jerrica-benton/221698/ i wear my heart on my sleevethen push my waythrough crowded rooms.please send me a postcardtelling me that high schools over.world weary at 21with no accomplishments to show for itother than a string ofno skills needed jobsone heroin overdose five seizuresand a slew of speeding.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jerrica-benton/221614/ suburbia, you are the most beautiful countryand i sure domiss being poughkeepsie.yr visible stars, yr natural natureGRASS man, f*****g real live grass under yr feet. i miss yr unpaved roadsyr uncouth people.but poughkeepsie, yr gone too nowand i don't even knowwhere i could possibl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jerrica-benton/221613/ i decided i was going to just keep a running list of things i saw everyday, because i'm too lazy for a diary. i got one day down and then realized i was too lazy for that too. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jerrica-benton/221612/     Gabe had just came back from drifting, a sort of 'urban camping' for those of you not in the know. I heard a lot of stories from him that sounded fun and interesting, the exact opposite of my life at the moment. I heard a lot of stories of people coming together whether to bum a s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jerrica-benton/221611/ this one i admit kinda blows. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jerrica-benton/221605/ restless.the night sky hits here three hours sooner.say you’re having panic attacks on that beachwhile i snort up life with a straw in your abscense.no air conditioning in poughkeepsieyr saying stories, making me jealous(i bet yr colder than i am)testing/remembering/comparing/c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jerrica-benton/221602/ sometimes i fear i'm becoming my mother.or maybe i always was her.i meanshe wasn't ALWAYS my mother.she didn't ALWAYS live with these mistakesand maybe this is just the natural progressionand right now i'm exactly where she wasif she hadn't blocked all those memories out.i fear that .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jerrica-benton/221600/ Like any stoner coupleWe would smoke, bingeAnd touch each otherAll in a delicious hazeIn the warmth of our embrace,Blackened lungs and swimming heads.We don’t know where we’re goingBut we’re ok because you love meAt a time in my life where I can’t say I love m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jerrica-benton/221596/ we laugh behind closed doorsclear windowsand opaque eyeglasses..our various stages of white teethexposed in various stages of a concealed snarl.suprising, there's a hierarchy among us, of sorts.and we will feast at the top nowkick dust back everywhere we used to go.because we think w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jerrica-benton/221595/ do you remember that day?it was sunnybut i felt like raining.we had half an hour toget back to class.everyone was driving under the speed limit.i stared out the windowyou swerved to hit every pot hole.i thought about leaving you(you asked if something was wrong)i didn't say any.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jerrica-benton/221589/ i think i'm drunk enough to livebut i'm not quite certain.i was a teenage kalidescope, i tell youit's documented in the poughkeepsie journalof april 2003in the enjoy section for all you sadists. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jerrica-benton/221587/ you can be so cold.how you get me, right underneath the jaw.enjoy my writing, i willif it's all i'm allowed.you strip me down, you send me backto the awkwardness and insecuritythat was puberty.i touch you and feel a flash that this is inherently WRONGyou are not my boyfriendbut my .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jerrica-benton/221582/ Oh say, can you bleed,If you're anything but white?Where so proudly we failedyet the war machines still steamingWe brought strife and big carsTo our pre emptive fightOver the web, very few watchedWhere the real news was streamingAnd the memory of red scareHad bombs bursting ove.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jerrica-benton/221581/ i don't have time to do these as i need to put EVERYTHING i ever put up here back. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jerrica-benton/221576/ “Hi and welcome to the nineteenth annual I Pulled This Out of My A*s Awards! I’m your host, Jen, broadcasting to you LIVE from scenic Poughkeepsie, NY. First award, the award of Worst Makeover this Year, and the choices are…..-    Franny, from wannabe indie kids.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jerrica-benton/221574/