http://slow.writerscafe.org/RspbrryJelly The original writings of author DuttonJ en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776099273 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 What is the deal with romantic crap these days?Crooners cater to the roiling masses,Singin ‘bout all of the good old love days,When lads would do anything for their lasses.Apparently.Romeo loves Juliet and she loves her Romeo,Though Juliet’s been crying ‘cause poor Tybalt’s g.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RspbrryJelly/1731452/ Shine into the, darkest crevice,Solemn morn, holds no menace,Beat, push back at, quiet night,Twilight shorn, recedes to light,Brighten homes, relinquish shade,And induce life, sweet dreams abate,Waken children, seize the stars,Men and wives, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RspbrryJelly/1714295/ I need to tell you something,Gotta get it off my mind.I’ve been in love for a while,In fact, for a long time.And while this confession Might seem typical,I can assure you That it’s not at all.See I’m in love with love.What’s it like to tell someone, “I love you?”W.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RspbrryJelly/1589488/ One hundred, hm? One hundred,Get a mind wrapped round one hundred.One hundred scritch-scratched letters,One hundred uttered words,One hundred skimmed sentences,One hundred pages spurned.One hundred lives imagined,One hundred tales unwound,One hundred people met,One hundred people drowned.One hundred.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RspbrryJelly/1589487/ It's raining outside. It's really pouring down judging by the dull roar. I focus my mind, Shoving everything away but theSound of clouds letting loose. My mind clears, But I am still far from calm. Lingering emotions clog my Soul and Mind, Even though their cause is, At this moment, Absent. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RspbrryJelly/1569387/ You were the last thing I saw, dearest.That is, you were the last thing I saw before darkness came over my vision. Even then, the darkness itself seemed to shape itself into your face. I dreamt of you. I dreamt of the moment we first met. You saved me, you know. I was just a common w***e, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RspbrryJelly/1521750/ We both knew that this time would come.I have been telling you since day one.And yet it comes softly, almost unknown.That is, until into this moment we’re thrown.We stare and we stare trying to engrave,Each other’s faces, the pictures to save,Hoping that some remnant will be left,For us .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RspbrryJelly/1519322/ All a mind's eye can seeIs a blank expanse,waiting for inspiration.A potential minefield of HorrendousMistakes.To set down your penIs to admit defeat.To touch pen to page isAll you can hope for.You sit, you stare atSome inanimate object,hoping, praying for aParagraph, a sentence,A phrase, a wor.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RspbrryJelly/1480710/ I am the intro-extrovert,The pleasant, lonely one.Solitude is my preferenceBut I'd like a social life.Must my solitary natureBe augmentedWith a butterfly's wings?Is the person whoDevelops anUnnatural featureInherently a fake? Alone time isHappy time. Social time isHappy time. Voices c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RspbrryJelly/1477326/ His eyes. They were green. They were wide in fear. I remember one of them being bruised, but I can't remember which. They were so expressive, so adamant in communicating just how afraid he was. The fear tainted the way he moved. Rather than walk, he darted, a little hun.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RspbrryJelly/1435959/ Goodbye Grandpa. I love you. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RspbrryJelly/1397564/ One more sunrise... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RspbrryJelly/1363751/ A soldier's letter home http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RspbrryJelly/1363744/ Young love... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RspbrryJelly/1334587/ Triumph over writer's block. There is no sweeter success. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RspbrryJelly/1268439/ Fear and relief http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RspbrryJelly/1147026/ When you're a wallflower, beginning to bloom, sometimes you realize how much you wish you weren't a wallflower. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RspbrryJelly/1146495/ This is a project from my English class. We were asked to write a poem, using only words from the account of the Charge of the Light Brigade that inspired Alfred, Lord Tennyson to write his poem. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RspbrryJelly/1146353/