http://slow.writerscafe.org/itsjustme The original writings of author itsjustme en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776070589 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 another templeanother piece of stoneexpanse on the god we all pray toanother churchlets all go homeselfish to our godselfish to the landnot true to our ancestorsselfish to our religious viewslet us take a catholiclet us take a christianlisten to their disputed viewlet us stop the bickerhe is our lov.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/itsjustme/637857/ its a pointits a scratchits a lineits a scribbleits a thoughtits a wordits a thoughtits a sentenceits an ideaits a draftits sloppyits a revisionits clearits a bookits a storyits a readershe's inspiredshe critiquedshe's a writerits a point... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/itsjustme/637806/ based on a fight with my best friend that caused our friendship to break. red is #1 [me] blue is #2 [aria] black is when people are not saying anything http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/itsjustme/551335/ i had a sticky wet dreamthat had a rock hard themewhich skyrocketed my esteemsimply by looking at that body gleamseductivly hidden under the steamwas a small forest and warm lake, it did seemi lay back and bathe with the bream (shiney small fish)the mind chooses as it does deem (dictat.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/itsjustme/536161/ i walked to the tavern and bought a swordit was all i could affordswish, swoosh, I became a renowned warlordshe was set to sail; all aboard!I lifted the mast of The Fordand sung a pirates chord(yo ho yo ho a pirates life for me!)I sailed along the trail, forwardand warned of the redc.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/itsjustme/536158/ "life is like a box of chocoletes." (Forest Gump)attitude is a variety of hats.you have your silly, bright hats, your tattered and worn hats, and even bubble hats.pick the hat that suits you best for your situation. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/itsjustme/534463/ people repeat these questions a lot to me and i just think they are silly lol. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/itsjustme/534460/ still new at hiaku. after the spring break im in a happy mood so i decided to describe and philosify on smiling. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/itsjustme/534456/ girl you nestled up next to mehiding from the world from under these sheetsoh, baby open your eyes, pleasenothings more exotic than those emerald greensyour scent is a tropical foresti'm so lost and i dont want to be foundyour hands on mine, im so boundbound to your voiceso boun.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/itsjustme/534445/ a fly sat down to rest on a deskeverybody thought he was a peskhe wanted to commit suicidehe jumped to get deep friedthe details of this were quite grotesque http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/itsjustme/533458/ my first attemt at a haiku poem... Not so good... But its a two for one sale...my second attempt much more serious lol http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/itsjustme/533084/ this style is called diamante poetry. This style has seven lines each of which have a purpose: line 1- noun or subjectline 2- 2 adjectivesline 3- 3 -ing wordsline 4- 4 words about the subjectline 5- 3 -ing wordsline 6- 2 adjectivesline 7- synonym/antonym of subjectmost used s the fashion that you .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/itsjustme/533072/ Living and breathing in my heart thatOffers a stomach ache.Vowing that i am jelous ofExotic hearts that ensue. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/itsjustme/533055/ it's apocalypticand there's no sunshinejust two black holesit's here to stayjust two big black holesand it's here to stayno, never go awayits a crisisso everybody runjust leave it beit was bound to comeit's on its wayand there's no sunshineno sunshine todayit's a gloomy nightand there's no daytimes .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/itsjustme/525552/ i am a doormatand you think nothing of mei wipe off your dirtbut you wont know meyour hooves pound on my lipand you don't take heedi make it so you don't slipbut I'm nothing to this galloping steedthe hooves poundingthe dirt flyinglanding on my faceburning my eyesyou rub it inand you don't hear my c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/itsjustme/521060/ this is a true story of people i know these did happen and i want to share with you my own tragedy... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/itsjustme/505782/ descriptive of an ashtray. uses senses to tell the story http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/itsjustme/505750/ I'm the dovefallen from heavenselflessly quietundeserving of my own worthgiving compassion to everyone but memy ups force me down, crashing downmy mind the flooded seachained to short grasps of breathcrisp air, my necessitythe sea pulling me backits currents overpowering, strength overbearingwhen wi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/itsjustme/502724/ my eyes are embarrassedmy heart is in my stomachmy feet lack progressmy ears hear griefmy emotions are up and down in my chestmy creativity is flabby and flatmy worth is shamemy body is a wasteand only my depression breathes http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/itsjustme/502719/ a lake full of fire and ice. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/itsjustme/502157/ simple growth of love and heart throughout the Christmas holiday http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/itsjustme/490887/ a heavenly place where everyone wishes to be http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/itsjustme/488432/ a poem about my avoidance disorder***a disorder where you are scared to visit people because you are afraid of how they judge you, what it does and how it makes me think http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/itsjustme/483825/ if you are offended by explicit language or do not wish to read rather vulgar content then do not read this. those of you who are looking for something dark disturbing and has a strong point to the subject i encourage reading this poem http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/itsjustme/479898/ warning:this is exreamely sad and you may want to cry. and a poem with stong morals http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/itsjustme/470741/ did you grow up without any foodwere you forced make a shelter out of woodhave you ever been hunted downhave you been beaten into the groundwhat makes you think that you are ready to dieyouve never seen deathnever herd the agony in a mans breathbut you still want to di.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/itsjustme/469294/ look i didnt come here to be a sinner or a saintim not any of that no i aintim just me myself and iyou know just the regular kinda guyi do have feelings and i do crybut look i didnt come here to dream or wishim gonna do something because im a damn smart fishand im not gonna be stuck in.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/itsjustme/468695/ you can look at my faceyell at me and put me in my placecause you just see me as inferior and weakbut theres something about me you donnoi dont judge i have never held a grudgecan you say the sameso who really has the better nameyou know what. i love while you f**kso while im kissin .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/itsjustme/467212/