http://slow.writerscafe.org/jaydee2209 The original writings of author Jay dee en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776031311 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Read http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jaydee2209/1373309/ Truth http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jaydee2209/1359347/ The imprisonment of a soul http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jaydee2209/1359254/ A battle of wits, with oneself http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jaydee2209/1357974/ A forbidden love affair http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jaydee2209/1357947/ I met an angel and truly now I'm at a loss for words to speak,Such a rare and endless beauty one that any man would seek,Her halo dim and cracked, as if she had been beat,Her lips cracked and parched as if so much to say but unable to speak,Weary she looked as if she could trust a living.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jaydee2209/1357589/ Dancing with the devil, delusions, I'm on another level,Suicidal contemplation, stuck in a situation, of hatred, simply hated, by the fiends with a revelation,What's relevant, so celibate, to the hearts that I broke,It's prevent and heaven sent, this message of hope,My addictions are depicti.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jaydee2209/1357553/ Heart broken and crushed I gave up on love the key to my heart I threw as long and far as I could, love would never enter again sealed was my heart for good, I stumbled along the roads and their paths struggle misery and pain, hurting myself intentionally drowning in the rain, drugs and enemies my c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jaydee2209/1357154/ Trapped, and I can't see daylight, karma rears its ugly head,Ten years inside a cage beats eternity in a box while dead,Trapped, and I can't see daylight, a f*****g needle in my arm,Under control and possessed by a substance full of harm,Trapped, and I can't see daylight, my thirst I can.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jaydee2209/1357149/ Missing is the puzzle piece, befuddled, is my heart,I've searched for it and long for it, tore this place apart,I know the size and shape, I know it's texture, and it's feel,Have not seen it in forever, but I know the thing is real,Missing is the jaded me, the confused and weary soul,Mi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jaydee2209/1357139/