http://slow.writerscafe.org/jessharmony24 The original writings of author Jessica Harmony en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776033754 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 In honor of Yom HaShoah, orHolocaust Remembrance Day. &nbsp;Anopen letter to the boys in the hallways of my middle school telling the joke:&nbsp;What'sthe difference between a Jew and a pizza?Pizzasdon't scream when they are put in the ov.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jessharmony24/1370932/ There are days I wish your words wouldCut me like razors across the wristBleed out the demons That aren&rsquo;t really thereThere are days I wishEvery bone in my body would breakJust so I could feel painIn its purest form andThere are daysI try to get hit by carsAfter I look both.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jessharmony24/1310796/ I want to know your definition of beautyand if it looks anything like the stars in your eyesor the galaxy above us the night we tried to see the cityfrom the skyi want to knowif broken boneshurt as much as broken hearts andif the only thing i've ever broken is a pinky toewhat it fe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jessharmony24/1310744/ When i told you i loved you,you stared blankly, i meanthe smell of love is notdirty sheets and cum andi would never be your one true onebutyour lips tasted like the salty ocean andsometimes you taste the same as tears,funnywhen you left you made sure i'd taste you the next 5 months.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jessharmony24/1310739/ This is my relapse poemFor every night I&rsquo;ve seen deeper than skinEvery time I&rsquo;ve called a voicemail at 2amHoping desperatelyYou could save my lifeWhich I didn&rsquo;t want to live&nbsp;This is my relapse poemFor every time.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jessharmony24/1246056/ Here is what I knowto be trueThe leaves fall offthe trees in autumn andThe weather getsquite cold this time of yearThe sun picks itselfup out of bed every morning andYou wake up to coffee&nbsp;But I don&rsquo;t knowIf the leaves w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jessharmony24/1246045/ he&rsquo;sGot a voice like salt waterWhen it gets in your mouth youWanna spit it out butAfter a while, you can&rsquo;t taste it anymore.Or if you can, It gets a little bit addictive becauseIt tastes like that summer day When all you w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jessharmony24/1229470/ Just because I don&rsquo;t have a camouflage jacket doesn&rsquo;t mean I haven&rsquo;t fought in a war.The kind where guns are pointed at your headAnd your fingers lay on the triggerExcept both with the same gun.I have seen loveDeteriorateI guess at least it&rsquo;s eco-friendlyFriend meAnd I&rsquo;.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jessharmony24/1223309/ It's doesn't have an ending yet... still working on this.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jessharmony24/1162814/ I wanna know what makes you so different.Because it seems to me that you look an awful lot like those you are against.I think i know what makes you so different.Is it the way the hate fills your veins when you speak in vain, arrogant terms?Or...could it be the way your mind is closed like a prisoner.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jessharmony24/1127431/ I want to know why we need to know?And why we can't leave questions un-answered.And why we can't be content stumbling upon answers instead of seeking them out.Sometimes, you can't see what you're looking for because you're looking in the wrong direction. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jessharmony24/1127418/ Every Tuesday afternoon I preach &ldquo;Prevention of TeenSuicide&rdquo; ICan&rsquo;t even keep myself alive, ICan&rsquo;t help this urge to want to die after3 straight years of bullying called middle school After one straight year of transition he.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jessharmony24/1068735/ You're never quite moving, yet never quite still. Searching for something past your vast expanse at a state of in-between.It must be glorious to be that flexible, swaying the direction anything moves you in.Sometimes i sit and wonder when exactly you decide to storm, why you choose moments to be dar.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jessharmony24/973732/ A love poem about my boyfriend and I. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jessharmony24/973667/ meant for spoken word http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jessharmony24/833064/ Weaknesswas a virtuei'm not sure you possessed.Althoughmaybe not showing your weakness,was weakness in itself?Strengthwas something i longed forbut i could never grasp it like you could.When i tried to prove to youI could be strongby carrying through with my actionsAll i provedwas how weak i was.Som.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jessharmony24/818310/ Our smallest tools,They could barely lift weight,(although yours were strong)Were the seal on every covenant we made.Our little grasp,Signing away the right to tell a secret,To never repeat an action,To always be together,A bond never to be broken.If pinkies were created for promises,why don't we ju.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jessharmony24/800008/ A strive for perfection we cannot reach, Society, this is what you preach.Teens clinging to numbers, knives and suicidesTo cope with the pressure you put on us,We are done.&nbsp;&nbsp; Using pain to cope with pain there is nothing we gain,A 7 letter word we cannot reach, Does 'perfec.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jessharmony24/735346/ I want to be that little girl,Who though picking dandelions,For my mother was the best bouquet,She&rsquo;d ever receive.&nbsp;I want to be that little girl,Who stared at those girls,That I&rsquo;m now one of,Jaw dropped in awe.&nbsp;I want to be that little girl,Whose role mode.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jessharmony24/720387/ Dear Society,&nbsp;I&rsquo;m done.&nbsp;I&rsquo;m done being judged by a 7 letter word.&nbsp;I&rsquo;m done letting you define me, classify me, group me, assume, judge and hurt me.&nbsp;Drug us. Fill us with pills till we&rsquo;re your definition of &lsquo;normal.&rsquo;&nbsp;We .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jessharmony24/719709/ I am a book waiting to be written. I am a pen on a page that is trying to hide like a child in an open field. I fly through windows, crash through doors, weep in corners and smile in the sunlight. I am unabashed of my actions, but I am penitent of my thoughts. I am the fight inside of you, t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jessharmony24/705617/ trying to capture a 30 second moment and make it longer, adding all the thoughts that were also connected to it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jessharmony24/673531/ &nbsp;In your arms, dying.Bleeding into yourRed Sheet. &nbsp;On your mind all night,Keeping you up.Staring at that Red Sheet.&nbsp;Alive but not well,Wondering how you flyIn that Red Sheet.&nbsp;Locked away but always near,In your head, apologizing.You know, for the b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jessharmony24/664164/ For Jeffy, You are my own personal rehab. I love you <3 Jessy http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jessharmony24/651578/ Can you guess what it's about? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jessharmony24/643374/ For some group, forgot to put it up, it's old. Oh well. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jessharmony24/643355/ For Jeff, remember to smile :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jessharmony24/643351/ I don't want to go to therapy today, and this is what you get. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jessharmony24/637853/ Christmas is my favorite holiday. I know, I'm Jewish. Whatever. :P http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jessharmony24/636659/ Just randomly thought of this. The ending sucks. Oh well. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jessharmony24/632240/ The cleaning supplies sink into me, slide over me, pull the grime off of me. Oh, i feel so clean, how good this feels after weeks of being stepped on day and night. The mop rubs me like a massage. I've never felt this good, this sqeaky clean and shiny. I feel brand new. I've been mopped. &nbsp; http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jessharmony24/632185/ &ldquo;She paints a lovely picture,BUT&hellip;This story has a twist.Her paintbrush is a razorAnd her canvas is her wrist.&rdquo;-from After, By Amy Efaw&nbsp;&nbsp;Thoughts twirl like tiny dancers,Spinning round inside her headBut if you took A closer lookYou&rsquo;d see the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jessharmony24/632182/ You are like my sky, my stars,Your voice is like a song.Your face engraved in my heart,Your eyes so golden brown.I could write a book about you, And still not have enough words.Your smile so bright and perfect,You are my thoughts, my world. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jessharmony24/632175/ One person can change the world. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jessharmony24/632164/ Love. What is that? really, honestly, it is just a word. So why is it so meaningful? because it's a word that tries to describe something undescribeable. A feeling that some people are lucky enough to feel in their lives. An undying passion for someone. What does it feel like, this thing, this so ca.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jessharmony24/565188/ Poem i wrote for a poetry contest. I won first place for my grade level. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jessharmony24/562089/