http://slow.writerscafe.org/djcantrell The original writings of author Yellow en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776010199 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Not sure how I felt about this on after i finished it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/djcantrell/1491641/ This is a pantoum about love. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/djcantrell/1491639/ A Villanelle to show fear, and pain. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/djcantrell/1483341/ Confusion, Delusion, IllusionThe American Dream is nothing but a figment of imagination.The American Dream isn’t inspiration,The rights of life; liberty; and the hunger for happinessIts just an act of desperationWith the densified products and sappinessThis dream is a mental distra.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/djcantrell/552732/ I hear America singing, the varied carols I hearAn involuntary actionLike the beating of a heartIt paces, they paceConstantly beating, constantly singing I hear America singing, the varied carols I hearThe workers movements, so diligent and quickLike the beating of the heartWh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/djcantrell/552729/ This is an "I Am" poetry type. It is for school and were making a book of poetry in class. -Yellow http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/djcantrell/551621/ Yellow is the newest of the new, she has the ability to instill happiness and trust in anyone, by just a single glace. Yellow is powered by kool aid, and she carries two hip flasks on her waist filled with kool aid. By day Yellow works at a super market, but kool aid and sugar is so expensive that s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/djcantrell/545255/ Im so sick of hearing shitabout how my baby was killedmy baby, my baby, wheres my baby,hes out in the stone cold worldI would have rather him fall,break a bone, maybe even run awaybut now because of you i have to sit here and say:my baby, my baby, wheres my baby,he's out in the stone cold world to s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/djcantrell/544037/ all i need is the bottleI don't want no friendsI sit here in vainAs I pretend-to know someone-to love them so-to quiet my rageand keep control.-whats wrong with me-you can't see-your blind to my problems-to everythingall i need is the bottleI don't want no palsI refuse to be a victim-will not ever b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/djcantrell/543310/ May our Friendship last forever.May I swim in your sea.May we go through life together.May there always be a "we".May I be your bright blue sky.May you breath my calming air.May you never wonder why each time you look for me, I'm there.May we pass on a smile, like the extravagance of the sun,Yet whe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/djcantrell/542204/ No one is harder on me than myselfOr so it seemsThey all say that you should be my one worse enemyWhat they say runs through my mindlike clumsy mice that are blindwhat they know, and what they seecan be up to you and me.Your my only security.When I'm with you there's no shameWe'll try to find someon.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/djcantrell/542046/ The Blood I shed meant nothing at all. Just waiting for my turn, My time to fallI hold it in my hand, Shaking,Trembling,staring at the rubber band. pulling my eyes off of it i stare at my arm. i say to myself Self-Harm. Everyone says what the hell is wrong with you. They can't see the s**t they've p.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/djcantrell/542042/