http://slow.writerscafe.org/b4i8islept The original writings of author b4i8islept en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776043732 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 GroupthinkIam much better nowMorethe way you wanted me to beEveryoneloves my brand new smile Everyonesays I wear it so pleasantly TheSun shines more for me nowThebeams chase my darkness all away Nowwhenever I do speak Isay what other people sayIlaugh a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/b4i8islept/1410517/ Weeds Among TheFlowersSomesay I am atonal and sporadicSomepeople even call me erraticBecausethe stream of consciousness that I swim  Isa combination of dark, light and dimItry to suppress the words to me that comeButthem I cannot seem to shu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/b4i8islept/1408305/ Lil' Red Ridin' In The HoodHippie hop hippie hopTake a sip until you dropSnuff in the spreading painDrown me by my pouring veinOne spark like a river does flowAmass in the night sky does glowLight the fire until I burnPut my ashes in your urn.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/b4i8islept/1408303/ CobainSometimes I hurt untilI can't feel the painSometimes I feel justlike CobainIf I could understandthe whysI could remove mydisguiseBut no one ever wantsto hearWhat is containedwithin my fearSometimes I fall sodeep in the well.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/b4i8islept/1407411/ “Just because you're paranoid doesn't mean they aren't after you” --- “Catch - 22” http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/b4i8islept/1405684/ About a long ago lost love. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/b4i8islept/1404730/ A Touch Of EvilEvil slowly upon medoes sneakLike a chamber with aslow gas leakPoison to my mind,darkness to my heartThe falling of thethick veil does startChilled fingerlings upmy spine do crawlLike snowflakes ofwinter as they fallThe fog o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/b4i8islept/1404729/ I know I am known for writing sad poems. This one comes from that little shred of hope that I have left in me. He pops his head up every now and again. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/b4i8islept/1403346/ This is the first chapter from my upcoming book "Life From The Dead End Of The Street" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/b4i8islept/1401648/ DeathIs Eating My Family AliveDeathis eating my family one by oneCursed by the Devil since theday we were bornSlowly caught in the sneaky trap and thesilent snareComes along and always catches us unaware Welook away for a moment and think we will surviveNo such luck,death is .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/b4i8islept/1395567/ I was walking one evening near duskalong a desolate field. It was about a mile and a half into my walkwhen I came upon it. It was the second most beautiful flower I hadever seen in the somewhat mid-ranged point in my life I found myselfin at that time. When I first saw it I could hardly bel.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/b4i8islept/1387399/ This is a nightmare I had last night... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/b4i8islept/1385674/ The ScoreShe was hypnotized bythe music he playedShe could not see thetrap that within it laidHis orchestration ofwords sounded like a symphonyWhat she hears as hismusic sounds like white noise to me Just one note and sheis at his feet like a teenaged lo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/b4i8islept/1385671/ My Mom passed away from cancer on July 7, 2012. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/b4i8islept/1379524/ "You asked me once, what was in Room 101. I told you that you knew the answer already. Everyone knows it. The thing that is in Room 101 is the worst thing in the world." From "1984" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/b4i8islept/1378063/ The Last StrawIn my life I've hadmany broken strawsSome for a reason, somefor no causeFriends have left,those I loved have diedI can't understand itno matter how I tryThey say they love me,that is their decreeThen they no longer anypart of me.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/b4i8islept/1378058/ Velvet LoveEvery morning I wake upwith one less loveTaken for granted bythe touch of a velvet gloveAlways giving, nevergetting back what I needYou seem not to noticewhen a part of me does bleedYou say, “I loveyou”, then you go on your way.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/b4i8islept/1378057/ The Ladder I OwnThe ladder I own onlygoes downIt takes me deepbeneath the groundTo the flames that Idesire to feelBetter than happinessthat is not realIt is out there, it isout there I am toldAll I have ever foundis bitter stylistic coldShu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/b4i8islept/1377185/ A Touch Of InsanityEffigies of you floatbefore my eyesUnattainable breachesof butterfliesAn envelope ofsecreting dark around My head is dosed by thepoundBloodstains ringedburied like a seedI am eaten andswallowed by my own feedLigatures o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/b4i8islept/1377183/ Only One PerCustomerIt sits alone on atable patiently waiting its turnI sit beside it as thepain inside of me slowly does burnWould it alleviate mymisery if it were to meet my headIf I were to just letit go where it wants to be lead?I look behind me intomy.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/b4i8islept/1377182/ Another poem I wrote when I was depressed. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/b4i8islept/1376354/ Growing old ain't easy. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/b4i8islept/1376352/ A poem I wrote when I was in one of my depressed states. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/b4i8islept/1374876/