http://slow.writerscafe.org/jjb251 The original writings of author MrBooyay en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776018847 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Awakening from a dream like reality isn't even worth the effort, a dream of a person, a creature, no, an angel, or maybe a demon. But she was, so beautiful.... Awakening from a slumber that should have kept me for eternity, reality not giving way to itself at this point. Awakening now.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jjb251/1749798/ As if this life matters, we forgot why we're here.  Not to impress but to leave an impression.We were supposed to be examples, exemplifying our makers love for one another,yet we tear each others throats, we desire our neighbors wife, we hate the ignorant.Where is the mercy? Where is the forgiv.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jjb251/1526929/ My excorsism is not complete, this life will tear me asunder.While the perish priest speaks his verses my soul burns in fire,While the bystanders cry, scream, and flee I watch hopelessly in return from a frozen throne,My demons smile and all the while they laugh as my pain endures.Then the tall one .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jjb251/1395763/ We stare at the sky in bewilderment, asking why?Why are we here, why not there, why not some other time?We stare at the horizon in utmost hopelessness, asking when?When will our time come, when will I find my purpose?We stare at the stars and wonder how far----------------------How deep into the aby.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jjb251/1367345/ I find God in the night,When the midnight sun rises half past noonWhen the animals all huddle, and lay in silence.I find God in the night,When the still quiet wind gently pets tall treesWhen the grass is nothing but a dark abysmal walkwayI find God in the night,not from calling out to him from fear .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jjb251/1366985/ Kneeling in humbleness because I spoke your nameEvery time I feel your presence, my pride becomes my shame.Is it that I refuse, or simply because I cannothow imperfect I am shows through the knotsI would do as you ask if only commanded,but this silence haunts my life, as if reprimandedWhen I need yo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jjb251/1366283/ A simple explanation and description of myself. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jjb251/1366274/ I am not a child, born of flesh and bone.I am not a boy, giving way to every throw.I am a man bred of iron will, and cold hard steelNot to be shaken, trifled, or peeled.Yet at my core, my stance will be shaken,Not by bullet, knife, or demon, but of suffocation.I could face my devil with utmost faith.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jjb251/1366268/ I wait for death,To give me new breatheI long to die,My last goodbyeWords are weak,hallow and bleakBut actions are bold,more precious than gold.When death come by,when the children cryWhen all run in fear,dreading what's nearDeath will flee,when he see's it's meI will not die,simply cease to coincid.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jjb251/1318102/ Was it me and you?Was it you and I?Where we meet,so did the skywith the earth,a sunset's kiss,it brought life to oursand snubbed the daythat glorious day.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jjb251/1310199/ Where we went sour, where we found our final hourThat is where my heart still lies, that is where my soul still tries.The blanket where we lain, is tethered to me like an everlasting chain.The place I now behold, is dark and so very cold.Bloody walls strewn with death, I long the sleeping sound of y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jjb251/1282906/ 3 AM, and I awoke to a noise. Deja vu...did this happen last night? Or was it the night before? I couldn't remember. I lay my head back down, and try to fall asleep. Then I remember the nightmare I was having, or was that from last night? Fear starts boiling inside of me as I remember my body being .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jjb251/1276985/ A smile brighter than her golden brown crown,I cannot help but stumble, and fumble around.When I see that smile, and those dark brown eyes,It all skips a beat, turns upside down to the vast skies.And when you draw close, and I can feel your heatI deja vu, I could swear I had an angel at my feet.When.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jjb251/1276974/ From whence I came, therefore I go. For when I was, i'll never know.For whom I came, I soon shall seeAnd when we meet, I'll bow on both kneesFor it's not my time, but soon enoughFor it's not my chime, the angels have sungFor it's not my heart, that is longed to keepAnd where we meet, I shall ki.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jjb251/1276162/ I'm a bit of a ketchup fanatic, so I wrote this a long time ago, and now im sharing it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jjb251/1276157/ As the Lord's wrath is surely shown,against mine enemies, death, is sownbut as they fell, one called my name,he asked what it was that surfaced my shame.i fell to my knees, tears burning skin,as I realized me past, how it was full of sin.So with my guilt, I mustered some sense,and followed them down.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jjb251/1271442/ You ever get that gut feeling of hopelessness even when things aren't bad? That longing for something extraordinary to show itself? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jjb251/1268050/ Winter knows it's time to snow,while trees reach high to catch the sky.The ground turned white while birds gave flight,We walked the path, while I smiled at your laugh, for your beauty knows no bounds.As the path lead on, nature sang our song,with our hands clasped tight, we walked til night.Th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jjb251/1267918/ Screaming to the sky, as my breathe fleas in fear,Yelling before the sound can apear,Under a freezing sky, crying out to youWhere are you now? ( que, the tears)Never forget me, remember these words,but don't look back, for I won't be there.These words carry meaning you could never know,for the heart.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jjb251/1258037/ Once I ran, I flew, and was free,Now I crawl, dragging my hands and knees.Blooded brow and broken dreams,I try to yell, but I cannot breath.Sun has gone, and sky is black,I cannot see, nor turn back.Where now will I go?Who will I turn to see?What long, dark path lies before me?Should I stop and wait.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jjb251/1258036/ If I was a boy, what could I do?But sit around and think of you.To  reminisce, of days gone by,Of when you wanted me by your side.But alas you see, I have grown old,And will not waste time, on things unknown.The present is now, what parts us miles,But don't think I've forgotten, your beautiful .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jjb251/1257932/ For my sins do not fall upon unwritten ears, that I might be so lucky to never hearFor every shadow cast on this black heart, is a soul that has wondered beyond the darkAnd when found, these souls are ashen grey, but still give hope to seize one last day... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jjb251/1257212/ For something new, I had to renew,My mind, for it was blank.For something old, I had to behold,as I remembered my horrid past.For something pretty, I had to get witty,For my mind, so dark and gloomy...allowed my devils to come in and settle,for inside my dark mind, it's roomy.And sit and talked, the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jjb251/1257208/ I sat upon a rock,watching ships go to and fro.But I dare not call her name,that she may knowI sat upon the roof, as she walked the city to and fro.But I dare not call her name,that she may knowI sat outside a window,watching her dreams move to and fro.But I dare not call her name,that she may .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jjb251/1257203/ Standing in self-hatred,drowning in my tears.Looking back on my life,what I've been through the past 18 years.Living in my brother's shadow,everything I do & say,wishing .......... Now revenge,now comes my wrathI leave behind my hellish past.Goodbye my brother, Our bond is lost,If you had a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jjb251/1257202/ To say the least, I am a beastA wrought-en rotting, decaying fleshset on deathA plague vending the masses, poisoning glassesand destroying the classes.Falsity flows my veins,Death clouds my brain,Greed is my soul,even God is my foe. Who am I? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jjb251/1257201/ This is what's feeding my soul,This never ending hole.This is my sin, my drug, my creedthis is what feeds my longing needTo be full of spite, and every nightI pray to God to smite my pathetic life.To meet my demons in a darker placeTo see what I've become, to end life's raceTo be asleep for ete.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jjb251/1257200/ Black and white, we run and hide.Between these walls our lives divide.  We rise, we fall,    we break these walls,and the world turns a shade of grey.    Enraged in grey we fight each other, and forget that once,        we were brothers. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jjb251/1257199/ This was a short cause and effect practice essay I had to write recently, it turned out kinda short, but I still think it has some potential. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jjb251/1257189/