http://slow.writerscafe.org/ipld5th The original writings of author Jeremy D. Andrews en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776018492 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I can do what I wantand will do what is available.I wont be what they wantbecause I do what I can.I know who I am,But who I am, That is, the personI will continue to Not find complete,Until tomorrow is done,with what I want to be,is evident in every eye. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ipld5th/1501827/ Thoughts. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ipld5th/1501824/ Here you are again my old friendbefore me now to show who I am.You show up at times I hate the most,proving you are always around and never left.I do not know if you influence me now,as I have influenced you then.Yet it seems you are here to show me,what I knew.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ipld5th/558021/ Know not why but only tryI feel to know as time goes bySurely this is as is maybeUnknown to be for me should bePresently creating for you to seeeverything terse but free from mean.Loundly proclaimed but quietly breathing,boiling over the fountain love strathing.Calm brings the wonder.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ipld5th/555449/ How long shall I wait to feel thy embrace?The yearning passion engrossing my actions.Please allow thy wanting heart fly,release the flow of watershed grow.Thy will be drawn, too focused to pause.Give unto me thy heart so free.Encumber not thy hands have sought.Release these bonds and n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ipld5th/555437/ I want to let you know just how much I think of you my love. For my love for you began the very first day I saw you sitting across from me at the diner. We were so young then and were unsure of what was to come. Your hair was so golden and feathery. Obviously let it go where the winds would take it... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ipld5th/554055/ Such rage I see inflamed thereinIt eats the only thing to feedYour anger now your humility laterThe pain you feel should not be thereA heart so warm now grows coldThe fury burns so eagerly anewOne I know of is now faced with,the self of sorrow before the rain.Do not vent your emotion.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ipld5th/554030/ Just thoughts on freedom. no real style involved, kinda mixed up http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ipld5th/553237/ What I had is not what I have.I can only think when I felt,what you gave was something real.Your smile you gave when first began.Never reached your eyes for me.A blush averted on compiment sown.My heart provides the false pretense.Your attention mine was only tasked.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ipld5th/546282/ My heart, it beats.So slow, it beats.Your lips, my lips.So sweet, I feel.Your hand, my neck.Oh God, can it so be.I want, to feel your tongue.You explore, I can not stop.My hand, , goes through your hair.To my ear, you begin now.My head back, you're nibbling.I let out, only a mo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ipld5th/544611/ That sound I hear every morning seems a bit clearer today.What would usually be upsetting to me has my head spinning.Not because of the irritation, but of the melodious ring.A lark perhaps but more likely a sparrow waking this early.More birds chirping each chime into the waking hours.I do.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ipld5th/544504/ They forlorn in the vision,just to wait to have a collision.They continue on never knowing,if they form will soon be flowing.So many variations to be ordered,they mingle and mix only lessened.Some will die, some will lie,only to relive the latest fly.Pick and.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ipld5th/544166/ I never know what to think,when you gaze upon my face.You begin with an open awe,and end in a glimpsed austere.Does your eye really provoke,those to ensue the radical show.The change of man into the savage,to feast and feed the hunger fulfilled.Masters of darkness&nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ipld5th/541767/ Every day we talk of what was,every day we talk of what should be.I listen and respond to what you say,each response attuned to your need.There is no beckoning of what could be,only the gleam of your happiness enfolded.I only profer what is asked,not wanting to taint the pleasure of us.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ipld5th/540738/ Was only yesterday this place was flush,with the open delight of bestowing charity.The sky was the hew of loyal and true,the landscape filled with the songful bloom.Day or night the comfort may hush,within this eden of ongoing familiarity.The gate lay open f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ipld5th/540076/ When I was writing this one I was thinking of the light that comes as you wake up. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ipld5th/538634/