http://slow.writerscafe.org/julithn The original writings of author joe en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776349076 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 As memory fades so do the humble encounters. I can only smile in ponder of what the hazes of images left are. I hope time doesn’t wither my soul as I  pretend to be above the average so I can sustain just above and not fall below the average. People stop to speak when I open my mouth. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/julithn/1762052/ Arrived in the home that was once considered a family. Downtrodden I find muse in my opportunity fraying away. Intentionally squinting the part of my life I have returned to in no will of my own. Somewhere between mistress and iconic In motion I try not to cascade to the person who once resided in .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/julithn/1743972/ This opportune. Fate ever changing, one life all too predictable. Strange to wonder a different lifetime. When I could easily determine not only my state of place but mind in a different dimension, vice my own.Behaving one dimensional in comfort, is soothing in waves of outward phlegmatic presentati.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/julithn/1734448/ Girl you don’t know how lost I feel. When I get up I have to remember things aren’t as bad as they seem. I’m even scared to breathe. Find things funny and look at a mystery as if lucky. Forget the fake. Trying not to be so frail. Fate has it’s own intent I can’t read&he.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/julithn/1727758/ Drama in, trauma out. Sitting not trying to listen to the lies running my mind. My mind and my tongue trying not to serpent my spit with words rising out of the heat from whiskey. Easy on the ears, all lies, soft to the tongue, and no morals. I am me. Still sitting not trying to compromise any .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/julithn/1720670/ Turning... I get down to listen to the pounding sounds of the world’s footsteps. Looking up and seeing things differently. Words can’t describe how quickly everything rushes down. Unexpected circumstances and a predicted outcome. I made the steps that got me here, lead myself down and go.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/julithn/1715644/ I’m free giving subtle glances. Started this morning wondering if the clouds would part from the shrouding and eerie mist of this morning fog that has got me feeling more groggy than drinking should lead me to be. Strutting down the street without any regard for my impression. Checking ou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/julithn/1650849/ This is one of those sunny afternoon’s where I can bask in the refinement of my lamenting. Enjoying the work less people such as myself in this vibrating environment all around. Secluded yet surrounded. Enlightened with an unknown reason of enticement. Feelings I would never know again, even w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/julithn/1644517/ Girl's got me so high, thighs suffocating, you get me so high, your scent is stifling the air, you got me so high I'm fadedHow did you bring me so far? Can't deny it. Wouldn't turn it down without a doubt even if you aren't there when I need yahI can be your private artist, my fantasy, underneath yo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/julithn/1640308/ You’ve got me thinking of words to write that I normally wouldn’t say. You know if every girls was like you I would still love you like no other. Someone should've warned you when my name came up, things don’t stop turning till they tumble down. No, don’t wish you never .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/julithn/1625184/ Young lovelorn what more can I say for some odd reason I can’t help but fall even when I know this lesson has been learned. Soon to dissipate not sure of reproach upon my disembarkation back for too short of a while. My face drags and I smirk at this laughter of a situation. Aware that this is.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/julithn/1623670/ What more is there to write about all I can do is to will for another time of decadence. I hold myself stern however I just sigh… at the constant renovation of every passing day. Strange yet held together in times of self distortion, eventually a sort of epiphany is found within. Time is too .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/julithn/1545681/ The man sits there smiling ever beguiling biting into his apples core with an unreadable stare ,without the bleak intent of human ponder, why he sits I will never know, this, I say vainly for not spoken but thinking and not forgotten yet I did meditate of what reply his ghostly stare would say, woul.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/julithn/1544153/ I’ve been scheming on the low, thinking and ever creeping on the low. I saw you walk out in your slinky manner too nonchalant to be worried about anyone else’s presence. All I could do was wish that you were thinking of me. Remember you kept from talking, feigning you weren't interested .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/julithn/1544139/ Oh Sheol“I step forward into an unwritten future.”A dark and silent abyss where the souls of the dead wander. My foray into the abyss began with the innocence of a child chasing after a butterfly. Eternal pain. Each breath brings with it smothering despair. What words might I offer if I .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/julithn/1535195/ I want to run inside of your veins. I want to turn you inside out. I want to devour your body piece by piece. I want to spread your fingers with my hand while resting on top of your silhouette. I want to… I want you to tempt my sweet tooth when we share the same mouth form and our lips lock.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/julithn/1526364/ I walk these city streets for what maybe a long and bittersweet see you later, yet I am encouraged to smile and still hold a jump in my step. However I can’t but hold my emotions as they urge and struggle to flow right out of me. I lead to the place, the haven where I have spent hours on end j.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/julithn/1467251/ I sit with a horde of pigs whom eat everything but themselves. Sheltered and the likes of do nothing but repulse with the extent of their gluttony. They wait in luxury for pleasures besought in the movement of life and do nothing but sit in the comfort of their loftiness. Un-right that such bigotry .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/julithn/1464624/ Life is amazing the place where I would like to wish beyond my years. To drink the champagne I do so now even if it may not please the palate in the same manner as it did before. Sometimes life can be overwhelming but just around the right amount of enticing. Patience is needed howeve.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/julithn/1463737/ I never thought I would see the minutes pass by so fast… Waiting I looked up at strangers sitting, leaving, oncoming, and weaving by. Hoping to see your face or at least someone with a distinction resembling your features. I never thought I would see the minutes pass by so fast… Losing.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/julithn/1463720/ If you let me walk around You know I’m not the one that likes to sit aroundI know we just met but I love the way you say my nameYou don’t have to say what you did before we metAll the things that people say caught me by surpriseBut I knew when we first met you weren’t a doveJust do.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/julithn/1462764/ This evening it’s too cold.Another night the people bustling about a quarter after twenty two the holiday spirit is alive yet none but the lonely hearts sit alone. Lights and decorum engulf the city enough to entice a smile even if it so be against thy will. Here I sit, enough to enj.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/julithn/1462762/ I’m on a rush my hands are unsteady The night lights make the cold’s chill dissipate These are basic notes that capture the inner me in a familiarity of repeating principles Lessons learned but later reviewed letting in the breeze and letting me ease Vibrato trembling.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/julithn/1462756/ Am I fine or getting over the pain? One thing I know is that I need somebody to give me a social night, get past this ever lasting tunnel.The wrinkles on your eye’s tell a story of years beyond the grasp of my happiness. Getting lost in your stare I want to to become a part of those .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/julithn/1454997/ Am I fine or getting over the pain, One thing I know I’m still searching for is someone to give a social night to make it through the end of this lasting tunnel.Pools of sorrow all dripping out of me like a slit wrist nothing has to change.Images of broken light all stand before thoughts passi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/julithn/1453601/ For some reason even though I keep writing I can’t seem to let go when all I want is to put myself on paper and tell my story. This is what you get for running games. Don’t believe me, I know you’re deceiving, you tease but in the end you can’t please.  I&rsquo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/julithn/1452073/ I’m hoping real love is not forgotten. Can we please sit back and stop this knocking? All we need to know… all I need to know is… Maybe sometimes we got it wrong. The more things seem to change the more you seem to hesitate. Go ahead and find yourself somewhere, come now let your.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/julithn/1450697/ For some odd reason I hate when you smile it shreds my heart into tatters of a wasted want for love I can’t explain. You don’t even look at me but your eyes hold a stare incomprehensible to me. I am afraid to stare twice, but my heart is loathsome, It’s thudding as i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/julithn/1449689/ You stare at me so earnestly. Pretend like you don’t see me sitting alone. I stare out a window searching, for you. How am I in disbelief when you got me crawling and begging on my knees. Baby you have to stop f*****g with my mind. Starting my day by staring at a screen scrolling down our writ.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/julithn/1449120/ I walked in and there was nothing as if I have done this thousands of times beforeBut as I looked up there she was in front of me passing by like the wind, It’s not that I did not recognize her but a moment of suspension not of infatuation, My heart did not rise while giving her recognition; H.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/julithn/1447955/ Cali weather it’ scent fresh with a cool breeze the city a selfish gene. The smell of cigarettes in the air ash on the ground, traffic its usual running, honking stagnant lines of red fumes endlessly rising. An orange halo, the tumbling of clouds over sunny skies. Sand in betwee.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/julithn/1444138/ Blistering joy courses through me with an endless rising heart causing dissolution, yet still I remain conscious in every manner, You look at me with a modest stare which whispers everything you want to say to me, A queen in every manner, you move with the grace of an angel’s eleganc.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/julithn/1430656/ Maybe you’re right, maybe I’m wrongI’m not ready for this mature love...How could of I prepared when love has no boundariesWhen reason is fighting my emotionsI can’t deny that I sit at night and contemplate, of the things you’ll say to meTomorrow, I’ll find out, w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/julithn/1430215/ When you first walked into my life you caught me by my blind sideThe skin on my hands begins to chill, I know you thrill me, but it’s getting ever so cold my fingers tips get numbI can’t like you because I don’t know why I do...Why can’t you like someone while having nothing .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/julithn/1425865/ When I wake up I’m alone even though I’m not at homePlease don’t leave me, please don’t tease meWhen I call you listen to mePlease pick up the phoneI can hear you breatheDon’t hang up, I’m afraidIf you leave me then I’ll be afraid of everythingThese demons l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/julithn/1422549/ I want to see your eyes to feel your voice,Kiss the lips that don’t speak to me I want to see you naked from the inside because you take away all the bad inside of me Everything that makes my body shiverYou can take my heartTake the calm from my soul because I would give you everythingDon&rsqu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/julithn/1415025/ Quiero ver tus ojos a sentir tu voz besar tus labios que no me hablanQuiero verte desnuda de adentro porque me quita el malo a eliminar todo de adentro Todo lo que da mi cuerpo escalofríosPuedes llevar mi corazónA quitar la calma de mi alma porque yo te daré cada cosa No me haga.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/julithn/1412678/ You never say hello first. Why am I always the one who has to start the conversation, I speak first, but you're the one who acknowledges the other between the two of us, You stare before I begin to look, Who am I to disagree when standing on the other side of this invisible wall,I open the door and .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/julithn/1412135/ Beethoven your beautiful remedy cures me every time. It’s afternoon I want to cry the sunset is beautiful a lone ranger passes by looking, A sad day of a desperate life so far, The news surprised me I guess this is the climax of my day, the woman who has always been there since .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/julithn/1403820/ Today I woke up with an urge to kiss you, I had a thirst to caress youTo hold you and cage you like a birdYou are too cuteIt's you, it's you, it's no one but youI want to think of you without getting lost in time, I forget to eat in thoughts of youI want  to draw you with the images of our memo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/julithn/1402336/ Should I go for the person who knows everything about somethings I like or someone who knows somethings about everything I like It felt as if my chest was being pushed in, It was as if I was in love with chasing loveThere’s was nothing I could do or couldn't do to stop myself from looking or f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/julithn/1401058/ Why do women always have a certain tiredness on their face. A stare as if something else carries on in the back of their mind aside from what’s happening right then. Women can see from the back of their head, they not only see with their eye’s, but their mind too. I don’t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/julithn/1397105/ Everytime he walked in for some reason he always had some kind of lament on his face as if he always carried some kind of weakness around. He never smiled, even when she walked in.Her face, the reaction she gave as if not seeing a friend for a long time, Such happiness I can still remember her smile.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/julithn/1396602/ One moment two hearts, Wait on the dial pad, I am pending to hear words of admiration, Wherever you are, I could look you in the eye’s, Your image floats in the air; hanging still like a painting I want  you to tell me you miss me when I’m not around I want you t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/julithn/1387177/ Too often you say hi, but how often do you actually mean it? Words are not just words, they carry more than a message. The mixture and usage of these words when communicating can send more than was intendedAt times say more than what you can do.Make this place into a beautiful world despite all its .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/julithn/1380497/ Why do you look down when I walk next to you... I stare at you, but you don’t notice me smile when you pass me byThis moment has got to be what makes it for me todayGirl you can tell me why, whatever is on your mindDon’t let me down, as long as I am here. This is like that.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/julithn/1371851/ Your love is haunting me more than anything make letters when I am in clouds of drowsiness, This morning is when you made it rain, filled me with lethargic substances, There is no turning from infatuation when you don’t look at me, but if only yesterday you said nothing and walked a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/julithn/1371828/ What will I, what will I write about? This plethora of time I have spent, with loneliness; the amplitude I have to myself, what a lonesome night, it is for me, Here I sit, 6 till the stroke of balls I write, with the chance to change, my lonesome standing, I am to afraid; this loneliness scares me. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/julithn/1371503/ You nasty evil little thing, It’s not that I am upset except discouraged when all my hard work goes unnoticed without any regard, foolish and disrespected, I feel, here, every now and then maybe if I heard a thank you, at least once or twice I’d feel like all this good work and effort wa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/julithn/1371500/ Man can only stay stagnant till his now mutilated body tires of endeavor, forcing him to move, What do you mean? Only those who have relished in the joys of sloth can possibly understand this. It’s hard to get out from the city of sin, escape from the squalid surroundings that swims with dege.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/julithn/1371497/