http://slow.writerscafe.org/Jesswrecks9 The original writings of author jesswrecks en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776093432 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 And          I swear I was a different girlonce. The pages of my life were full of highlights and post-it notes, poetic quotes from the minds of Gottlieb to Bukowski written in chicken scratch. And I heard her voice on theother end of .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jesswrecks9/1491676/ I  am not my mother's daughter,nor my father's spitfire of a child.  I am not my sister's keeper,nor my nephew's greatest aunt. I am barefoot, two cents shortand pregnant, my head restson my best friends couch, not homeless, but damn nearclose and that sweet sing-songsoothing voi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jesswrecks9/1453884/ an affair. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jesswrecks9/1452869/ Light up a Marlboro, those were her father's choice - hers too. Number three today,keeps track on the cancer train. Painting red lipstick, he will phonewhisper in that hush tone, bet his wife is somewhere near by, close She is use to this type of night,condom wrappers, cigarette buds, six text messa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jesswrecks9/1443858/ white linen sheets to lay me down with soft kisses on bleeding and broken lipshe tore me openwithdrew my heartand lungs - left my liver and kidneys todecay on the nightstand while he dissected my tongue with delicacyand a serial passion -bore his fingers insideto twist and turn and fell in.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jesswrecks9/1161228/ one year,and a day or two - maybe threeperhaps an entire week has gone and buried since I last stood within a ten foot radius of his existence  sometimes she talks about him with friendswhile I am in the kitchenor backseat earphones in volume downsaid he knew the lord’s word better t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jesswrecks9/1161226/ Staring at the streetlight above his head while his lips pressedagainst mine for thefirst time on that duskySunday morning at fiveam in May; I didn’t goto sleep after he let meslip away, I watched thesunrise, kept brushingfingertips across my lipsas if I could manifest himwithin the walls of m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jesswrecks9/1161224/ My Love, I have loved you for too long - Stitched wounds sigh for healing and I await  impatiently My Love, for your roughly labored handsto caress the remainsof my patched Raggedy Ann form, just once more http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jesswrecks9/1161223/ index finger pressed - against lips we’re hushdirty little secret within ourselves http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jesswrecks9/1161222/ We perform symphonies after midnight, without an audience, for the hell of it. And backstage, your lips and fingers recreate the notes, mistaken for God’s love. What beauty. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jesswrecks9/1161218/ You spilled your DNA Left me in trembles, in your wake You, a devil an angel, I’d suggest God http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jesswrecks9/1161217/ Jezebel from elsewhere, that’s her. Confusing Christ and Clitoris on daily basis.He says, call me Master.Who’s yourDaddy? Baby let me hear you scream, cum on!Three hundred, for the night. Sweet Baby Jesusat the back of her throat agreesthis is worth it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jesswrecks9/1161216/ our story is still projecting off the asphalt ofsouthline and circle drive, hid -ing in the grits of rocks, broken glass and stray cats; I spent our whole first year sewing my legs together with lies; and you slipped a dose of heartache between my lips;we swore to remain intact a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jesswrecks9/1161215/ cartoon devils up her ankles, heavyhearts of judgment say they’ll pray for her http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jesswrecks9/1161213/ Sweet heart, Holy Fire, and kinky at the snap of his                        (fingers) My panties drop like an offering,He spells dirty with the tip of his tongue Hallelujah! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jesswrecks9/1161212/ October and moans echo through our bones             And I wrote you a poem once, about how I fell in love with you,But the words never sought refuge on paper              .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jesswrecks9/1161210/         I would tell you that I am an open book, but that would be a lie - because my pages are not bound and numbered with coffee rim stains**I am the child’s lullaby, and the tantrum cry during a time-out I am the bathroom stall poetry, written in .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jesswrecks9/1161205/ Neon nail polish, teach me how to speak Spanish and write in brail I skipped out on breakfast, said I was religious and folded up my words for later use  French kisses for ugly, recycle me for pretty, and touch the naughty places for five cents http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jesswrecks9/1161203/ You’re a wild fire down my spine, burning through the trees and scorching my flesh with your nameYou’re a category five hurricane that blew my soul up in your tornados to swirl with the remnants of the children we use to beYou’re the tsunami, that crashed down the city streets.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jesswrecks9/1161202/ I’m the bad deedfrom 1990, the walking, talking regret. I spell filth with the swayof my hips and speak in tongues. Baptized in Holy tequila; my God f***s me every night with bles-sings that drip from my lips and almighty sanctuary. Baby, you can find me at the cornerof Southline and Ever Last.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jesswrecks9/1161199/ I fell asleep near three between the sheetsLate October crept through the curtains,You awoke, cold To turn off the a/cI pretended to snooze, curled up, fragile and chillTo the strength of you pulling me close,Hot breath, with a side ofthrusting hips - come and good morning to you, tooAnd youand.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jesswrecks9/1161198/ purge yourself of wordslittle girlwithin the depths of a spiral notebook http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jesswrecks9/1161197/  - to pluck inspiration from drangonflies and poetry upon their wings http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jesswrecks9/1161195/ red lights and rain filled nights leave me with a dulllonely ache sweet heartit takes sevendays to scrub you from my veins and four to six months to get anotherhit, and you call yourself a dealer, yes?I get by on the cheap stuff and plead the fifth, I amnot a junkyyet, I still wait - sweet heart,for.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jesswrecks9/1161194/ I fell alseepduring the church service somewhere between Genesis,Revelation and the Body of Christ My tongue swellingwith the juice of myforgiven sins, and sacrificed blood of thybeloved - praise thee Request of the fallen Elder, Mother, DaughterChild - Education, billspaid and a hand to hold&n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jesswrecks9/1161191/ dirtylike her lip[sand the pulsebetweenhiships http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jesswrecks9/1161188/ doesn’t matter if you been through Hell and back; it was only Hell on Earth, Daddy it was just war, Desert Storm; didn’t have to take it out on us how could you stoop so low? you left us without the electric paid, said you had to work latebut you were stashing benjamin’sundern.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jesswrecks9/1161187/ One page left blankCan’t find the time Of day to illuminateWords of grace andDear God save her For she has lost her Way     July 12, 2011     http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jesswrecks9/1161185/ My hair is red and wild, a puff upon pale skin                          that never fails to catch someone off guard. My blue eyes      &nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jesswrecks9/1161184/ it’s bliss this emptiness watered down nothingness tastelessly arranged red, white and bluepills define the gain  hands that caress this skin ought to care for it will despair with each and -         every inch compressing      c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jesswrecks9/1161181/ Lost and forgottenI must’ve seemed Speaking of this We reminisce  Red truck, pick me upForget me not, long walks Parking lots, discuss Number saved, you saySweetly, “can I hold you?”Windows, left open Four am, somewhereSome street, some SummerHow many full moons Had we seenBef.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jesswrecks9/1161177/ piss away the daypiss away the days,                           why couldn't you stay?              &.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jesswrecks9/1161175/ Lay with meSay my prayers, I haveTheir nothing but empty letters in God’s hands Those words, I once saidNo effort intended, heart feltTongue swelled, always trueI was to you, Darling  Never enough for you, Would I have ever beenEven with the symbol of Your existents branded on My arm.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jesswrecks9/1161174/  Always playing gamesCradle hearts in your armsSeductive lullaby’s, dangling hopesOn strings tied to fingertips Kiss passionately, as lies and lustRain down your back Cheating promisesYou always play with cards hidden up your sleeve Such a sleaze, such a waste, such a beautiful faceCaught.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jesswrecks9/1161166/ I'm ready to forget you.I'm ready to forget this.I'm ready to forget us.No time to reminisce . I never had time for this.                              &nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jesswrecks9/1161163/