http://slow.writerscafe.org/B1odegr8able The original writings of author J.howard87 en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776093326 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 ew http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/B1odegr8able/1376409/ You used to love me. But that part of your heart disintegrated, and the blood cells that once flowed freely in purity lie dead inside the marrow of your bones. Your brain chemistry has changed, and you no longer think of our future. Your emotions have transformed, and you no longer care. Your consci.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/B1odegr8able/1357012/ Wild flowerLet us not complicate this association by getting too scientific. When people see a wildflower,they view a vibrant, colorful, number of petals engulfing a very fertile core. They see that core amongst the layers of an uncommon presence, and they appreciate the posture of it's bein.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/B1odegr8able/1352253/ Everybody talks. That is usually the easy part, anybody can talk about anything, but there are some that possess the quality "to get the job done." A real man has certain qualities, certain, very, distinct qualities. He can step into any given situation, take it for what it is worth, and make the be.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/B1odegr8able/1344527/ I walk in monotoneand think of all you did for methe streetlights kiss the pavement,my cities glory is captured in vials of poisonendless trials and choicesclouds giving darknessto the sun rayslet them run awayis it so hard to trust me?confined in the walls of anendless escapethis is my brainwhy mak.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/B1odegr8able/1339380/ If I fall will your ghost capture me?At the end of the world will I return? From what I was shownI thought,I thought,I wasn't coming home.So young, and so volatile, an mere presence is an obstacleHow is it that I live like this?Vulnerable, a wriggling fish.offensive like a prison kiss.It is as hard .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/B1odegr8able/1339378/ Today I saw prison,but it wasn't in the way that the sun peered through the clouds, reflecting against the gentle snowfall,It wasn't in the way the snowflakes seemingly lost way to the iris of my eye.Nor was it in the way the ice on the rooftop created an iridescent painting against the sun.No,I saw.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/B1odegr8able/1339374/ Existence is a prolific touch to lifean unconscious flightinto the so-known and unlearnedan after burn of thought and haplessness is of such worthprotagonist unto blood thirstthe sky reaps grimto shadows when the lightfades dimthey all praise himbut the forgot about herall number and plastic shoresc.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/B1odegr8able/1339366/ So wistfully you glow crimsonpassions ultimatumyour laughter's wake calls sleep insidedreary eyed and privilegedto lay beneath your feetthe ground quiverseyes that see your mouththose whispersunknowingto the rhythm of your haircrystallized musicyour face is the dance floorfoolish thoughts are entert.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/B1odegr8able/1339361/ From the ashes , the glowing embers,you show your grace, you slowly enter.In ghostlike laughter, unholy pleasures,I know your face, an angels texture.Break the wind and let heaven take me in.I wish to believe you, and if only to see,my disposable nature: Inferiority. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/B1odegr8able/1339358/          I don't really eat pizza anymore. I don't like it. The crust, tomato sauce, cheese, and Slavic people who enslave too many illegal Mexican cooks to make Italian-American food, takes me to a bad place. I had been eating so much pizza at one point.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/B1odegr8able/1339348/ Calmly, and potent, as the city line speaks, and the clouds think strategic,breaking ground at my feet.No way I can I capture,life,calmly in laughter,I see life through a lens,and read death by the chapter.Express to me the core,and be sure it is purein it's basics, and play musicin it's silent nota.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/B1odegr8able/1339243/ Waiting for Septembers end,contemplating yesteryear.hoping that I see you, are you bothered,do you care?If I missed you, or, do you wonder where I've been?Oh silly me to think thatyou'd fall in love with me again.It is hard to swallow,when darkness,and nighttime follows,the many problems that I've h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/B1odegr8able/1339240/ Dimly lit poetry. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/B1odegr8able/1339236/ Where is never going to be forever?Chosen by beaten paths and damp endeavors.Once alive like fresh cut leather.Amidst the cries, all ties are severed. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/B1odegr8able/1339205/