http://slow.writerscafe.org/Blakprinze The original writings of author Blakprinze (Vincent J.) en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775991431 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Wrote this a few years back about a time when I was much you and not so high on myself (long story full of break-ups, let-downs, cheats and liars )and what I'd say to someone who felt the same way. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blakprinze/1655659/ “A Slow Grind with Pain”(Whispered)I haven’t gone crazy but I’ve been closeI haven’t gone crazy but I’ve been closeI haven’t gone crazy but I’ve been closeI haven’t gone crazy but I’ve been closeIt seems like, I’ve taken two shots.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blakprinze/794066/ This is a Poetry/Prose/Story about Ugandan child soldiers http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blakprinze/724468/ This Is Poem About Domestic Violence http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blakprinze/724456/ This Functional MeThis functional me Still questions its functionAnd often doubts its own formand though, usually ,running on blood and sweatHas become a hybrid of some sort that runs its programs on a fistful of tearsAnd Lately, If its not just merely inefficient.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blakprinze/719340/ A Cardboard Box Story The Ill-est thing I’ve ever sawOr have seenWas a homeless manEating a ¼ lb hamburger supremeOut of a garbage canWith hands that seemed dirtier than the ground around itI offered to buy him a cleaner quarter-pounderAs I watched him down it.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blakprinze/706247/ (From: Starchild Sun (Come Back Super Nova) I would have stood at the edge of your universe, you know.With my toenails hanging on to reasonable doubt and less than reasonable expectationshad you asked me to.That is, if you had not pushed me away.But, you didn’t ask me t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blakprinze/668798/ Rise, SunRise SunIt’s time that you and I get acquainted againI remember you like it was just yesterdayAnd it wasWhen I sat amongst the flowers and trees and watched you glowAs you rose high above them and meDon’t you remember?I told you how beautiful you were then.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blakprinze/668781/ Our Time Was Morning Our time was morning And although I still enjoy the view of a new day dawning Outside of my windowWithin myself I know That no brief glimpse of red roses and yellow morning glories Drenched in moisture from an early morning rain Can release me from wha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blakprinze/657811/ Freewrite/Freeflow and something fun for me http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blakprinze/654695/ Neckt-her and MoreThis, be the food of paradise.This sweet liquid secretion.I can still taste it ,upon my long and limber fingers this very morning.And how lucky I am to have had it,last night, Upon my lips and piercing tongue as well.It exceeds what I thought I could ever .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blakprinze/506942/ Heavy LintI placed my hands in pockets that were too shallow to stick my fears in. But, I could cross my fingers in them.I had found out that the pockets were just loose enough to hide a wish in though. It’s a wish that we’d stop killing each other someday. And I’m hold.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blakprinze/502803/ 28 Words LaterGot this ragefrom someone else.Gave it to me through similar blood,And same old ignorant past.Though, infected with inhumanity, I fight.Hope I dieFree.Copyright 2009 Vincent L. Jones (Blakprinze-Lucidblak-SirReal) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blakprinze/495987/ R.S.V.P (Mr.Smith)Come back to the world Mr. Smith. Those roses you gave to that woman who didnt love you have long since lost their vitality and withered away.But, this world dosent hold your heart responsible for the witheringand for not knowing that things would end the way that they did... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blakprinze/494753/ A poem I wrote for a hurting friend http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blakprinze/490206/ Poem for the late Phyllis Hyman http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blakprinze/490186/  Hide and SeekI used to play hide and seek with pain.But I was never good enough to hide from it for longBecause pain always found mein the same old place hiding behind yesterdayAnd I always tried to cover myself up with a pile of beautiful memoriesmemories that I was too stubbo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blakprinze/488077/  If You Paint Pictures of MeIf you find the time to paint pictures of mePlease, paint them with the charcoal remnants left from mansions and castles, and the cottages and huts of presidents ,kings, peasants and vassalsWho now share the same footing provided by war.And if you nee.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blakprinze/487720/