http://slow.writerscafe.org/smokyjoe123 The original writings of author Joe Butler en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776046153 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Im starting to think my telephone is broken,Because all I ever hear is static,I know your on the other end of the line, So why cant your words match it,Lonely chairs scatter the once lived in flat,Echoes of rows and why and how's,Coathangers ripped from the closet door,No compas.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/smokyjoe123/1408458/ Dulcify your bland words and your false scripture,Passion in voice sing it out before it hits ya,Relish in your moment, grab it and own it,Amative in your language thats the main component,Surf through liquid daydreams and night scenes,Inflamed in the fire that burns more than you've ever seen,crims.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/smokyjoe123/1408454/ I remember that night when you wore that dresss,and I dropped my glass and it made a mess,but instead of cleaning it up, we just danced on the stain,Singing so loud we woke up the whole town,didn't care if the police came and shut us down,you were a young and reckless, silver necklace queen,But thos.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/smokyjoe123/1408450/ can't live in this beautiful day, too many thoughts gone array, don't believe but i still pray, hoping that i still may, come out of this world alive, from adversity I'll still strive, for the top, be the head of my hive, throw out the rules, on my own I'll thrive, In this life that we find final, f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/smokyjoe123/1408414/ I'm fed up of building bridges, too many splinters on my fingers, the thing is, I always end up with this, bad taste in my mouth like milk thats gone south, but I can't just let go so my hearts a yo-yo, damn its like a river that won't jam, forget and forgive how bout a knife for a shiv, people don.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/smokyjoe123/1408410/ I wish I felt numb… at least numb is a feeling, But what I feel most days I can't be repeating, The disorder… the compulsive lack or order, And what I wouldn’t give for some sort of border, Between me and this sense of disparity, give me a chance and I'll shred your sanity. I fe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/smokyjoe123/1408408/ We think with our dicks not with our heads, Wake up with sore heads in strange beds, Your lipstick stains my dreams, When I sleep to find you again, Smiles and goodbyes hit the heart of me, Sword cuts ink scars more than this pen, Furthermore it seems we never were, How can you break up the broken.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/smokyjoe123/1408401/