http://slow.writerscafe.org/Jong%20Schrijver The original writings of author Jong Schrijver en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776070312 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Trapped, heart beatingClosing inOn a lack of oxygen. They've dropped the bombOn our minds, left us clutchingHand on your breastNot on your heartNo meaning in wordsNo faith on mind. They've turned our minds to stoneObedience etched into our bonesJoy carved onto our.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jong-Schrijver/787026/ TYRANTABSOLUTE RULERDEVASTATING, KILLING, DENYINGMAN WITH NO MORALSMURDERER http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jong-Schrijver/787021/ Darkness clouded his brainIf only he had been cautious of loveStroking the bullet lodged in his brainThe widow of a hero finds comfortOf course she had loved himRight or wrong it had to be doneThe future may be bleak, but at least she's in itInk from his veins now runs down her ar.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jong-Schrijver/787020/ The hero of the peopleBlood shown in his eyesDespite his efforts and his triesHe was slain without a thought. The memory stung his followersA plan so well thought outIn their hero, they had no doubtYet he was killed quite swiftly. He had arrived to do the deedAnd brin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jong-Schrijver/787019/ He is the man that leads youClaims he will make it newHe tells you that his dreams are pureBut his intentions are just to lureHe says that he will break the chainsBut he'll just wrap them around your brain. He is him because of themFrom there is where the trouble stemsHe tried.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jong-Schrijver/787015/ A tyrant the people sayBut what they don't realizeIs that they chose for him to ruleAnd he has always been the sameThey're the ones who've changed. He is a great leaderOf that there's no denyingManipulating, denouncingHe worked to know the people's mindsBut they never worked.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jong-Schrijver/787011/  There once was a man from below. Who knew all there was to know. He used his smart, As a political art. And sadly he now runs the whole show. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jong-Schrijver/787010/        The metallic glowAnd bland, shapeless structure ofA man made nature. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jong-Schrijver/787008/ A world hardened by machines and warfare,Societies with corrupt ambitions,Soldiers brainwashed to think dieing is fair.And that same metallic repitition.Going forward will only bring us back,Can't avoid history's circulation.Aztecs, Egyptians, Nazi's, and Iraq,We think they're gone, bu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jong-Schrijver/787006/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jong-Schrijver/787002/ And as the blood flows through my veinsIt rattles my brain and I know I'm finally insaneThe phase is completeAs my brain begins to fogMy dreams and ambitionscrushed from the pressureof a life without feelingI can't grasp realitySo the emptiness is a blessingMy brain no virgin to pa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jong-Schrijver/732293/ I feel like I'm gone I've been lost for so long I try to find my way back But it feels like a slap To the face when I find What really goes on in your mind You seem to think you're better than me  But i suppose it's not all a tragedy&n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jong-Schrijver/633498/ Lies,liars, it's all ridiculous http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jong-Schrijver/600133/ The folded noteAtop the drawerGoodbye she wroteAnd nothing moreWhy did she goI wish I knewAnd I don't knowTo whom she flewI sit up crying Reread that noteInside I'm dyingLike a sinking boatNo way to forgetYet I still trySometimes I regretThat I don't know whyLike .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jong-Schrijver/599797/ The man etching phrases into stoneKnowing he must work alone.The silent guardian of wordsYet his own voice remains unheard.Trapped in a world of silent speechBut he doesn't need to speak, to teach.And the things that he has shownWhy does he still remain unknown?So who will be.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jong-Schrijver/599273/ Trying to kind of tell a story in a poem http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jong-Schrijver/597096/ My attempt at a haiku........ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jong-Schrijver/589755/ The elegance of summer and fun http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jong-Schrijver/585816/ I know you think I'm funny, you think this is all a joke. Just give it some thought and you might come to see, Hell, I can crack some jokes, but I was being serious, And what I said was how I feel and not some silly pun. So stop trying to laugh it off and instead just walk away now. You lost what yo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jong-Schrijver/585132/ It's short and basically to the point. The point being I love her. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jong-Schrijver/579925/ I wrote this awhile ago and I don't remember why o_O but I liked it so....here ya go. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jong-Schrijver/576235/ Inspired by "The Long and Winding Road" by The Beatles http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jong-Schrijver/573379/ Just an idea http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jong-Schrijver/570698/ This is not true at all, it's just an idea I had for a story. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jong-Schrijver/568253/ How I feel when I swim at night. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jong-Schrijver/567508/ Yes,it's about love,get over it. This poem is true and from the heart http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jong-Schrijver/567226/ I wrote this awhile ago. One night I was laying in bed just thinking and this poem kind of wrote itself. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jong-Schrijver/566953/ Sometimes in life things will go wrongFriends will be lost and others will be foundIt's an age old tale with a sorrow soundIt'll start with something quite stupidBut given time it'll grow into something moreSomething there truly is no reason forAnd when word gets out trouble will followFolks will as.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jong-Schrijver/566605/ My obsession with music:) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jong-Schrijver/550417/ The way I see a dream. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jong-Schrijver/549571/ All the meaning is in the poem. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jong-Schrijver/548766/