http://slow.writerscafe.org/jenireed The original writings of author Jeni Reed en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776048259 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I wish people spoke poetry all the timeThose don't realize that words have to rhymewe speak in short tongue, short phrases and allthis concise lingo will evolve to our fallWalking up the staircase I consider these thingsthen I realize walking down is where I lose my wingsTheres no ground, no sky, an.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jenireed/1808467/ As I close my eyes I see your faceClear and defined, no sketch nor traceI contemplate your features and then detectI could never love someone more I cannot objectI endure the pain of something truantblood to the knife perceived as fluentwhen we undergo another convene of usmy love will be stronger a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jenireed/1808466/ Remember the days when kids would put a 'kick me' sign to your back to be mean?  I remember those days well.  Those days are still here.  After the third time it happened to me my body, or I guess my mind, couldn't take the humility of blind embarrassment, missing the moments where ki.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jenireed/1808463/ I forget to remember, but remember I forgot forgetting the forgotten fore.I remember forgetting the forgot before the fore original forgot.Then I forgot the thing remembered for I remembered forgetting.Through forgetting what I remembered before reminded me to forget.So I remember to forget the forg.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jenireed/1808459/ I slept on a flat floor with no walls like those around me.  This is how the complex was set up.  No one paid attention to anyone else, you knew this because you could clearly see them; 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