http://slow.writerscafe.org/BenjaminDerr The original writings of author BenjaminJames en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775500505 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The pains of life http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BenjaminDerr/1650997/ I've been scratching my head rather fierce for what feels like yearsIn an attempt to uproot memories I once held dear Last week I felt a flake of skull pry up, like a scab begging to be peeled Like a sunburnt shoulder that taunts as it waves to you in the windFor the velvety new skin benea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BenjaminDerr/1649858/ A story of love http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BenjaminDerr/1649075/ An older poem for a familiar pain http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BenjaminDerr/1649071/ That is entirely up to you http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BenjaminDerr/1649069/ A love poem for a girl I wish I could give the world http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BenjaminDerr/1646197/ I sat in disbelief At the end of your bed As a heartless machine mocked your heart's final breaths Fluttering dives and climbs It beeped the rhythm of life Spelling without letters A morose rhyme Explaining in sighs You've not much time Alas The waves layed down It crie.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BenjaminDerr/1402191/ Sinking, alive http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BenjaminDerr/1402082/ In the end, I suppose it isn't how a man describes his words. Rather how his words describe him. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BenjaminDerr/1399245/ Dissapointment http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BenjaminDerr/1399242/ When life happens, and you are nowhere to be found http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BenjaminDerr/1399237/ The bullet entered innocent Disappearing like a child jumping into a ball pit Every one of them, red Spilling away from the entry point I watched her fall Like a baby bird from a nest The shell, still attached to her fragile head She layed on that bed.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BenjaminDerr/1387463/ Compassion, intimacy, and sentiment explodes from every corner of my eyes with greater complexity and serendipity than the big bang. As I curl and pretend to sleep. Peeking though these lonely sheets as you slip and pull these rude and unappreciative layers of clothing over such an eye kissing maste.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BenjaminDerr/1385458/