http://slow.writerscafe.org/JetSetter55 The original writings of author Andrew C en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775431531 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I hope one dayTo find what you’ve foundTo see what you’ve seenI hope one day to walk in your shoesTo live the life you’ve livedBut maybe I want to be too much like youMaybe I’m not contentOr I’ve fail to know the misery you’ve facedWhile you smiled in the outside http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JetSetter55/1400912/ Chiseled pencil shavings Blow across the roomReminding me of the point that brokeReminding me of the words that were unheard.Dancing around meSinging melodies of my failuresThey hold hands with the windConsuming themselves with laughter As I’m puzzled to what has occurredPencil shavi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JetSetter55/1400909/ I wish I could smile moreSo I could lie moreSo they’d think I’m happySo they won’t feel sorry for meOr dig into the truthAnd open the scars previously closedSo I pray for smiles day and nightTo hide the truth http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JetSetter55/1388397/ Is it possible to lick the skyFor I’m only interested in the impossibleThis same reasonI found it impossibleTo have found loveThat doesn’t feel like loveLike it was sent from GodManufacture from the starsWas this the forbidden loveThe last x told me I wouldn’t ever findWas this the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JetSetter55/1385349/ I have an addictionI’m not afraid to admit itI need helpI’m becoming sickUnbalanced and insecureWanting and seekingI need a fixI need my drugJust one hit and I’ll be doneBut tomorrow I’m back at it againWeary eyesInsufficient sleepBut I’m satisfiedCause I’ve gotte.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JetSetter55/1380143/ I’m addicted to drugsBecause they helpYou’ll find me in a wellDigging for that substance of importanceOnly because it gives me purposeNeedles, pipes, joints, bongsFilled with weed, heroin, crack, LSDOver used for my satisfactionTo become the main attractio.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JetSetter55/1376758/ Her black hair frizzled and uncombedFlowed with the windAs she hugged her kneesBracing her chin between themAs her eyes gazed across the sea“Blue skies and rainbows” sherecited “Blue skies and rainbows”Crossing her fingersShe opened her brown.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JetSetter55/1376750/ Title and AnswerShe statedShe dropped itLike a hot stone in a sauna A title and an answerThis stunt she pulled on meUnprepared, shocked from the jab she gave to my ribsA title to her problemsA answer to her title to settle her problems“Write!!” she impliedDull was the momentStunned .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JetSetter55/1192819/ Why when I touch this roseI get pricked This rose that I knew for so longThat grew day by dayWatered by the rainAnd strengthened by the sunRoseWhy do you refuse my touch?Hurting my handsEverywhere I touchFinding my veinsSpilling my precious bloodYou grew to be so lovelyDeceiving to the eyes you.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JetSetter55/1188531/ I blame my fatherFor the talent I have in my handsFor he composed before mePassed on his skillJust in front of meI question my abilityTo capture the dark imageOf a broken soulThat for so longCried because of its lonelinessThe pain grew as the years passedWith no one to share the painNo one to expres.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JetSetter55/1188529/ I think too muchIt makes me fret a lotDrives me insaneAnd turns my world into darknessI think too muchAnd that never helpsI think too much and I shut you outi think I shouldStopThinkingBefore I think myselfOut ofExistence  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JetSetter55/1180147/ Lets get lostCircle this mazeLike we don’t know where we’re goingSit on the hedgeAnd watch the sun setYou in my armsThe orange glow in the skyAs the sun disappearsAll I want to do is get lostLostWithin youLost around youLost in your loveLost with you foreverBut never lost with youLets ge.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JetSetter55/1179679/ Sometimes I just wanna get highBut I don’t smokeI stay away from drugsBut a medium for my relief Is what I’m searching forBut I don’t do drugsSo I put on that mellow tunesAnd look through my book of thoughtsReleasing me stress through my poemI always feel high when I’m w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JetSetter55/1179677/