http://slow.writerscafe.org/writeurdesires The original writings of author Jamie en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776206890 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 It’s between my eyes and mind, This little piece of love I hide. And in between my chest and spine, There’s a heart bursting with lack of time.  Resuscitate my aching mind, My poor heart, and love of life.  Here lies a piece of wisdom .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writeurdesires/555921/ You are gladlylovely.And you are soundlyfreeOf all the storiesand expectationsOf how you should be. And you are madly brokenFrom all the whirringblurs,Of tears, cries, andsacrifice.But you focus onwhat’s stirred. You are wid.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writeurdesires/555920/ The future is like water. It can become lemonade with a squeeze, It can become Kool-Aid with a pour, And it can stay clear when you sit still, Stagnant on the floor.  I’m water. And I’m lemons. And I’m a sugar mixture. But I’m .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writeurdesires/527756/ Racing against This tick of light. The speed we followIs magnified. I’m so lost in you. You’re so lost at all.  Mock your way outOf tomorrow’s coffee’s spill. It’s all in the circular stainYou’ll leave. Wash.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writeurdesires/522224/ Mostly lovedby you. Mostlytortured by our youth. This is thestory we won’t know. This is thetime that goes so slow. Lost in the Miniscule hours.Lost in theWay I makeyou mine. This is ourconfession, This isbeauty defined.  .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writeurdesires/522198/ The cursive you dip on your paper, With old-fashioned quill with tip. The words so harsh and literal, The immediate thoughts that slip. The dark and dreary lag of shadowsExtended from your lips. And inscribed, sailing on your paperWithout a lovely ship.  .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writeurdesires/522187/ Pacified by your soft, but piercing Blue eyes. With the tiniest strength and mightThey smile. Evading untainted contact, To mine they dawdle.  In the happiest days my heart Is purely coddled. Spurred by their truth, I find my place there with you... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writeurdesires/515805/ Whiny violin is how I feel. High-pitched to torture. My apology creeps forward.  Take this plee, reason with me. Forget it, i will stop. But somehow...still a hold on me.  Sepia is even lost. Now, here; black and white. Select all; cut, don't.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writeurdesires/515392/ she steadies her handas she applies that black line. it is definitive in her eyes. the character built into her. strong and fierce. but underlying tearsjust waiting to be cried. applicable to the last day. but after that, the point will cease to exist .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writeurdesires/515387/ I can hear the wind grazing the sidewalk's end. Where the street turns to wildflowers and grass. Diverging scenes that simply end, transitions lack. Amidst that drastic change, lies a river. A river that bends and turns, and sings to the wind. That adopts rocks and sticks.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writeurdesires/515385/ Cold me now. I mean,Hold me now. Hold me in the cold.  Hold me now,With your protective silence. Moreover, hold meNow, in all you say and do. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writeurdesires/515318/ The ironyIs calling me. A safe wayTo beckon. The falling blueAnd auburn too. Silent, windless Leave-less trees.The sky a threatOverdue. The way we talkUncomforting. The darkest wisdomAnd the lightest sage. A worry in Nighttime&rsquo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writeurdesires/515315/ I have no voice. And you won’t listen with your heart. My doubt is on a rise. Fear, a ravenous shark. Famished by the augmenting tide, And the echo without compassion. The wind-burning screeches Of threat-less little stings. Drowning out my last whimpers.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writeurdesires/515312/ There may be a single wordIn the whole wide world. That describes the way you feel. Lost in the silence,Broken in defiance. Ringing clear your blindness.  Forgotten in the thoughts yourepeal. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writeurdesires/515310/ Stand in my corner. Slouching or hurting, Or broken and bruised. Stand in my corner Till I get around to you. Support my frail pride. Disgusted or cursed, Or wasted and sore. Support my frail pride, Till you see the warring core.  Com.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writeurdesires/514864/ I firmly institute my faith into my writing in most any style. It is apart of who I am. I cannot relinquish the hold my Creator has over me. I wouldn't have it any other way. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writeurdesires/514855/