http://slow.writerscafe.org/JacobBrine The original writings of author Jacob Brine en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775448487 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Rainy day car ridesWith musicSoft and sweetWith windshield wipersMoving backAnd forthRemoving all questionsIn friendly conversationWith warm hands connectingTwoIn that rainy day weather http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JacobBrine/1296829/ I'm tired of this fighting that goes on inside of me.Every day I hope someone will be able to seeThe torment that consumes meI go on with this false hopeFake smiles just so I can copeI tell myself it will be all rightBut that dream is so far out of sightGone beyond repairI like to blame others sayin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JacobBrine/1296828/ What should we doFor your birthday?She asked meWell, this isn't what I had in mindBut with you goneAnd all aloneAt least I haveBetter company http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JacobBrine/1296826/ As soon as these pretty girlsStart dropping like fliesWe take noteAnd partake on a crusadeTo vanquish these bulliesWhile taking no noticeAs we trample over the bodiesOf all the plain,  fat, and uglySuicides http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JacobBrine/1296821/ When I was littleI had a hamsterOne week we went on vacationAnd I made sure to give it all the food It could ever needAnd enough water to drown a catWe came home a week laterMy hamster was deadCrushed by a giant magnetMy dad had placed on the top of the cage doorWhich collapsed under the w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JacobBrine/1296567/ Once a weekI slump and slideBelow this reflective surfaceMixed with lotions and oilsThat caresses my skinAnd soothes my SoulWhile the warmthSlowly seepsInto my essenceRevitalizing my mindFilling it withA soft sort of commotionAnd I sit thereLetting it all inAllowing myself to let goOf this desireSet.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JacobBrine/1296559/ I dream of waltzingTo something sweetWhile something even sweeterSmiles backI dream of a lot of thingsBut one dream, I always haveIs waltzingUnder a starlit skyAnd of the happinessOf catching a glanceAt something Bright and shiningIn eyes that are always smiling backI dream ofPeaceAs we move in sync.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JacobBrine/1296554/ ASL (American Sign Language) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JacobBrine/1296549/ The puppy is a mischievous childin it's terrible twos and looking for trouble.The cat is a fishswimming in a sea of grass.The bird is a messengersinging the signal of approaching danger.The flea is an athleteleaping and lunging for the gold.The mouse is a hermitwho scampers and scurries out of sight.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JacobBrine/1296544/ On nights Like theseI’m too tiredFor sleepFor these annoying ThingsKeep swimming In my headAnd exhaustion Is tuggingGently At my sheetsTrying to pull me underInto the subconscious PoolOf midnight dreamsAnd these things I tell youThey keep swimming N.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JacobBrine/1296541/ ObsessionsThey never helpSome crave painSome attentionOthers spirit or mindI feel these hotel wallsAs my obsessionNot for fameOr womenOr moneyBut for the necessityOf things to come http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JacobBrine/1296534/ I was sitting in my carWaiting for a friendWhen a blond girl walked byAnd looked my wayShe was cuteIn tight jeansAnd was smilingAt meI felt goodBut sad tooFor I knewNo matter how hard I triedI'd never belongTo that worldOr to that smile http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JacobBrine/1296519/ Empty seats at full attentionBodies erect Eyes on the teacherNever moving not even their stareListeningTo every wordWisdom of the ages reveals itselfWith no vessels to contain itIt slips away in the empty classroomAnd there's nothing thereBut an empty chair http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JacobBrine/1295954/ I tried toChange the statusOn my Facebook pageBut it seemsThat you creatorsOf this web pageLeft out the option To choose abandonedAnd I figuredHell it's coming soon enoughSo I chose singleInstead http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JacobBrine/1295951/ It now pours out of me like a shower headSometimes there isn't enough pressureAnd it's too coldSo I turn it upAnd it burns meWashing away the stench of the routineThe pain of not feelingBoredom That's what it must beMost of the times though When it pours outI just watch it go downThe drain http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JacobBrine/1295947/ It hurts to be aloneIn empty halls that echoOnly your thoughtsIn bare corners, your dreamsLike glowing starsscattered across a child's bedroomSeparated Between the limitless cracks Of the ceilingSlowly fading from lack of lightwith your desiresBuilding upLike the stagnant dust&nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JacobBrine/1295943/ She can't danceShe breaks my dishesShe tells me I'm lazyBecause I type too slowShe never callsBut always comes overWhile trying to convince meThat she's AnnoyingShe makes me get herAlmost everythingI can't tell her that I likeHer eyesOr how her confidenceMakes me shyI can't tell her lots of thingsAn.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JacobBrine/1295370/ Good guysNever cared what placeThey finishedJerks on the other handWant to finish firstWant to go for the goldThey want it allAnd never realizeThere can only be one First placeAnd that if you just try to beat Your last best score insteadNothing elseReally matters http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JacobBrine/1295361/ Go to the movies they saidLots of flicks are playingI almost wentBut I knewOnce I got thereIn that dark roomAll aloneYou would creepEver so slowlyInto my headAnd at timesWhen you're usually a blessingYou become A curse http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JacobBrine/1295331/ Withered petals on a pool of tears.Once were beautiful, now are brown.A cruel remembrance of all the years.Withered petals on a pool of tears.Plucked one, by one, by irrational fears.Leaving us empty, with just a frown.Withered petals on a pool of tears.Once were beautiful, now are brown. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JacobBrine/1295327/ She posts picturesOf climbing Katahdin,Dance offs,Sky Diving,Marathon running,and comments;“LOL my doctor’s would kill meIf they knew I was doing this.”A week laterShe posts pictures of a trailertaking up a handicap spotand comments;“Thanks UMA…Someone really needs tha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JacobBrine/1295325/ A Republican byte refuses to fire.The Democrats spindle motor dies.Progression stopped.Click, Click, ClickWashington goes blue.Error: debt ceiling;Maximum allowable resources reached.Reboot? Y/N16 days of indecision.YDo you wish to start in safe mode?NClick, Click, ClickThe all too familiar sound of.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JacobBrine/1295323/ A Republican byte refuses to fire.The Democrats spindle motor dies.Progression stopped.Click, Click, ClickWashington goes blue.Error: debt ceiling;Maximum allowable resources reached.Reboot? Y/N16 days of indecision.YDo you wish to start in safe mode?NClick, Click, ClickThe all too familiar sound of.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JacobBrine/1295322/ I've lost so many poems todayAborted all of themin my headJesus,The Catholics must bepissed. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JacobBrine/1295318/ A man once told meI looked as if I had a good joke to tellbecause of the smile on my facewe were on a lunch break at the timeand I was amusing myselfas I often do, just thinking which can get you in a lot of troublelike it just did seconds ago"No", I said, "it's no joke""I'm just star.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JacobBrine/1294806/ I'll probably run out of moneybecause you just ate and ateI'll probably not have a homebecause you took this one as your ownand never stirred from your denor made any money while mine just went right out the doorI'll probably lose a friendbecause you took.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JacobBrine/1294796/ My executive chairis like a park benchand my laptopis like a bottle in a bagdrowning my sorrowsignoring those around meit's all the same reallybut just a different realityone man kills himselfwith alcohol and drugsanother kills himselfwith poor health and loneliness http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JacobBrine/1294793/ My pinky hurtswhen I type something and move one space furtherI keep on typingexpecting something differentall the whilemy pinky keeps on hurtingevery time I fill these empty spacesI must be crazyexpecting somethingdifferent http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JacobBrine/1294787/ I often find myself drifting from this world.Be it seconds or hours I leave without a sound. In classes or crowded halls, no one sees me or where I go.I go inwards, deep inside. I'm no longer encumbered by the world that tries to break me. I just fall. I feel the warmth of love a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JacobBrine/1294765/ Dear World,We could have saved himFrom this mistake he madeBecause he never felt like he belongedBecause he always thought he was a failureBecause we never let him have a chance Or even a friend.He cried out for helpWith the scratches on his armand his desires for death, written in pen On .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JacobBrine/1294738/ Frecklesthat remind meOf glittering stars orbiting around the brownest suns I have ever seenThat shine so brightI have to look awayHairThat's so dark I get lostLike on a summer nighttaking momentsTo breathe in the refreshing air Which dances all around meHandsSo smooththat the ocean m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JacobBrine/1294734/