http://slow.writerscafe.org/JCKoch The original writings of author J. C. Koch en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776033883 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Inspired by the theme song of my new favorite show "Firefly" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JCKoch/702618/ Anti-diversity dystopia. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JCKoch/699811/ I was lost, but I found myself in my second favorite sound on earth, the sound of windchimes. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JCKoch/699786/ All winter, recumbent, stillLonging to leave, to goTo take to my feetI wanting to walk, and soI stepped onto the roadIn the first warm days of springAnd the wind came alongSweeping me onto its wingThen the world began to spinAnd my eyes began to closeI let the winds take meOnto.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JCKoch/699035/ Dedicated to a couple of my friends, they probably know who they are. Last night was a big night for stories http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JCKoch/694509/ All sound goes whiteThe world turns redMuscles clenchAnd blood boilsA taste of furyEverything spinsKnuckles crackThirsty for a fightIts a wolf, a bearAny predatorIts a monster, a fiendThe beast is RageThe pictures formHorrible thingsComing to passDelusions of reve.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JCKoch/687247/ After the ice stormThe world is slickEverything has teethIcy armor thickThe morning sunShines off the treesNights so coldEven the air will freezeThis is the soulOf the winters we knowWe become frozenIn a storm of ice and snowAfter the ice stormThe world is coldSnow brig.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JCKoch/684465/ Dedicated to my crush who likes someone else. I know she likes that person, but I can't stop liking her... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JCKoch/679012/ Its a bleeding heart piece, but I'd still love opinions and constructive criticism. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JCKoch/677293/ My first attempt at a one one act play. It is a drama that centers around two teens in high school dealing with the stages of grief over the loss of a mutual friend. Critical reviews are appreciated. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JCKoch/673410/ We were running, always running. Maybe running wasn't the right word. Travel on foot was dangerous. Maybe the correct term would be fleeing, Or maybe we were simply just being nomadic. Either way, we didn't have a home anymore. Seven of us were traveling on the armored bus laden with supplies and a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JCKoch/672368/ Some things are better off hated. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JCKoch/671999/ Stranger stillAll that you knowBeneath the surfaceIs stranger still You think that you knowYour Stepford smiling neighborJust check their closetAnd you'll find they areStranger stillYou think that you knowAll of your friends from schoolJust check their browsing historyAnd you'll find they areSt.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JCKoch/671817/ Everyone loves backstory http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JCKoch/671521/ Enter the hero. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JCKoch/671519/ Real Urban Gladiators! The sport thats sweeping the nation by storm. Competitors enter the arena to duke it out and spill blood for the enjoyment of a nation. But not everyone is happy about it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JCKoch/671516/ For the ones who are broken and fallingFor anyone whose gone to bed bawlingFor the person whose hurt and or dyingFor every person who has to hide their cryingKnow you’re not aloneFor anyone from whom a life’s been takenFor whoever wishes to sleep and not awakenFor the c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JCKoch/671421/ Another from my vault of poems inspired by pictures I've found online. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JCKoch/671407/ A poem about the death of a lover. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JCKoch/671395/ Found this picture in my think tank, inspired this poem. Well, the picture and a deep seated feeling of being stagnant in life. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JCKoch/670636/ Feeling rebellious?? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JCKoch/531919/ Its all a game of tennis http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JCKoch/530876/ They say if you love somethingYou should set it free, let it goAnd if it happens to come back to youThen its truly and forever yours.But whatever could happenWhen it was never yoursBut you're too scared to let it go?When you envy the sky itselfFor being able to embrace the larkYou become green .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JCKoch/530830/ I speak to the mirrorAnd he speaks back to meAm I crazy?He is just me!We all have our lies,Some BigSome SmallAnd I am yoursWas he the truth,My whole life a lieOr was he a lieIn his basic natureI know you ponderThe whole of youIs present in meI am truth and lie.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JCKoch/525663/ tell me how you like it, it is also my profile description http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JCKoch/525489/ From obscurity and back to it againThat is what is found buried in my nameStrangers faces in the crowdWe all fade eventually into peaceful anonymityJeffrey the StrangerMy name holds the character of all mankindAnd because of this, my contradictory natureFinally finds its quiet resting .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JCKoch/525373/ I wrote this for you (you know who you are) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JCKoch/524040/ its not really a poem, just vomit on paper http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JCKoch/523533/ The idea formed while reading Mary's new poem, thanks chica http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JCKoch/523511/ Just something I wrote based on a dream I had. I know exactly who was onstage, but at the time it was mysterious. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JCKoch/522003/ I.The mist was all aroundThe world dark and foggyNothing but me all alone.Not until I met youDid any murk lift awayClearing a path to your armsII.I awoke in my home bedIn the dark againThe illusion of your heat about meThe phantom of your soft lipsStill lingering on my ownIII.But then when I see you.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JCKoch/520491/ Just something I wrote while watching Dead Poets Society http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JCKoch/519044/ In only a moment, it happened.One insignificant eventJust a small sparkCan start a fireA fire that burns away doubtsBurns away illusionsBurns away liesLeaving ashesHere and gone in an instantA sparks life is shortBright then goneBut stillThe fire a spark can startBurn down the worldLeaving nothingA .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JCKoch/519034/ There dirt under my nailsAnd dirt is all I'm seeing.With my trusty shovelMyself, I am burying.Six feet under the groundAnd so much further to go.In my hole I keep digging.The dirt is all I know.Soon down and gone,I try to dig my way out,But digging isn't the answer.I know this without a doubt.But un.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JCKoch/518777/ On stage we all throw on new facesAnd become new people from new places,But sometimes our new personalitiesReflect our truest inner mentalities.The kid mourning for the lostOr the girl who's love's been tossedAnd it may be you don't even know itBut our characters are closerthan we like to admit&nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JCKoch/518208/ My concentration is shotMy hand trembles and shakesAs I relearn to writeSure its stupid and futileBut I need something, anythingTo stem the confusionSo now I write with the otherMy left hand, the weaker oneIt grows stronger everydaySelf improvement is masturbationAnd I work at it every daySo now I g.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JCKoch/518157/ Idle scratchings on loose papers,the early work of all creators.Torn up pages and broken lead,so many stories, locked in my head.Begging for freedom, my hand moves,a will of its own as it etches it's grooves.Asleep at wheel, my hands begin to write,crossed out words, and stretches of white.My words .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JCKoch/514710/ For a second your thereIn your theater seatDying for the show to startChewing on something sweetThen the lights go downAnd the curtains drawThe show is beginningPrepare to be in aweThe actors on the stageMove and dance and singLights flash and music risesTill your eyes blur and ears ringAnd then you.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JCKoch/514075/ Its always world shaking when they're gone, http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JCKoch/513099/ The person this is meant for will know. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JCKoch/512153/ Ever longing for youNever mine to holdVindicated or notYou are my only want http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JCKoch/511984/ Its older then the haiku 5-7-5-7-7 Happy Birthday Mrs. Wallace http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JCKoch/511963/ Short poems tonight... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JCKoch/511952/ HateSteadfast, ConstantMaddening, Infuriating, ConsumingEnemies and Adversaries, Friends and LoversEngulfing, Enamoring, UnhingingUnyielding, ContinualLove  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JCKoch/511944/ I wrote it for a contest http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JCKoch/511790/ A feather in the winda step on the groundno place in mindI'm nowhere boundWalking towards nothingNo axes to grindA trip with no reasonI wonder what I'll findSmall treasures of the worldlying in wait take a walk down the streetthey don't mind if your lateI chuckle at destinationthe trip is what .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JCKoch/511452/ Just one ice white rose,alone the most beautiful,in a crimson seaAcross the night skythe stars, they dance weave and waltz,astral figurants http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JCKoch/511449/ A story about an average boy and the Dryad he meets in the woods near his home. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JCKoch/510477/ If only I could http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JCKoch/508625/ And here we are. We spent our days Dreaming and planning, And shot for the moon. But we fell short, And now lay among the stars. And here we are. We attempted to break the mold, Be the best of all, The only ones in the spotlight, And though we may ha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JCKoch/508611/