http://slow.writerscafe.org/Jjhakimoto The original writings of author Jjhakimoto en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776020085 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I hated betting gamesBut decided to play one.I forgot about the sutureI had carefully sown.Snapping at Summer in late JuneA dark horse of my own.What did Isaac do to Abrahamto finish like Owen's portrayal?Why is the shepherd killing the lambto arouse such great betrayal? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jjhakimoto/1665213/ Tightly-Knit Ribbon.My time’s parentsHave all died.I’ll still cement the ribbonWe once had tied.We always sang some merry songs,That maybe weren’t meant to last.So don’t come into my futureUnless you bring our slightly improved past.Until{Unless} we meet again,Flying like the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jjhakimoto/1610613/ I'm the rope In the tug of war.God on one sideNo one or satan, on the other.A melancholy walk Is where I'm off to,Does everything have a stimulus?Should I even bother?The world's red.My heart's blue.My mind's running.What is true? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jjhakimoto/1503917/ I rest my back against the rubber wall.What does it matter?I'm already a dirty man.It's almost unfair on my clothes. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jjhakimoto/1494237/ I forgot how to cry.But I remembered.When I forgot how to love. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jjhakimoto/1487189/ I can alreadyHearMy unbornChildrenCryingAnd as they grow olderTheirCrying Becomes LouderAndDeeperDrawing their bedroom curtains No dogTo talk toYear After YearAndTheirCryingEchoesAndYou Hear aChoir of criesBabiesChildrenMenElderlyCryingOverOurSpiltRedMilk. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jjhakimoto/1484106/ maybei'mjust another brickin a wallof an abandoned housewithblue wallpaperand a black curtain drawn on me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jjhakimoto/1484091/ I'm standing here, in this dark aviary.some people are here, drinkingsome looking at their eyelidssome looking downwards.There were a few looking to the north,astonished by a white shining box.I've read in a BookThat this Manfrom a couple of thousands of years ago,once said,that there lie.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jjhakimoto/1481736/ The bus driverThat goes by the name of Harry FedupsaidThe bus is full.To the woman with the pushchairAnd a heaven's grace inside,Trying to get on.I looked backAnd it was half empty.Maybe he was right.Or he was just talking to his heart. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jjhakimoto/1472201/ Praise, praiseThe lion was rightThe white coin we have It'll shine so bright.Isn't this black?But the swarm of sheep came and saidIt's white,Get out of bed.The parrot of justiceIs the parrot of delusionAnd yet the open eyed manIs made an exclusion. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jjhakimoto/1467205/ Say goodnight .Say goodbye.The roots are callingThe time of carrying your satchel of troubles everyday has come to 31st December.You've passed the testsAnd are welcome with the birds and clouds.Forever,Forever http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jjhakimoto/1467163/ I go outsideSmoke.Grab the remains of the cigaretteThrow them in my red pocketAnd walk back.Trying to make a sculptureWith that dustWhich means much.I want to help. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jjhakimoto/1440986/ A cigaretteFor my bridged love,Standing as a treeWith fruits that I love.Plug in my headphones,Ignore the passing waves.My soft intimacy,Hidden in caves.Exhale the smokeDrifting away.Not a standing tree anymore,Flowing in the air everyone inhales.A cigaretteFor my bridged love.Which I scold as I'm n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jjhakimoto/1433489/ I findMy place in here,Along this roomWith words that sooth.Carry my burden,Feed the child.See the day With the truth.Carry on Stuttering words,You're not making meFeel insane.Your own voiceIs dragging you down.Your scolding words,are all in vain.Vain. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jjhakimoto/1432833/ Dark day,Hanging clouds speak.Softly shouting,These beads are weak.Swiftly walkingDown the streetNot afraidIn need of no sheet----Thunder's afraid ofThese beads of tame.While rain of fireSets you on flame.----Rolling thunder Waiting for it to strike,Taunting screaming,Beads kill me they might.B.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jjhakimoto/1432828/