http://slow.writerscafe.org/jetsabelluna The original writings of author j.l. luna en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776185201 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Irresistible teeth sinking into tainted fleshMiss me miss me, I want you to kiss me, kiss mePin me down on red sheets, something nice like satinBlindfold my eyes, my mind, my thoughtsWhisper things I might not understand. Then explain them to me withyour touch, your kisses, loveor lust. All of it by.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jetsabelluna/1439694/ Sitting on top of all the walls you built The ones you fashioned to keep us all out Was I really wasting away if it was where I wanted to be? You called me your greatest nightmare But I could predict your dreams A lie here, A kiss there I guess I never really knew .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jetsabelluna/1439683/ Can't die todayNo, guess I have to stay awakeThey bribed me with promises I know they can't keepSo long as I wake up after I sleepThe living can lieas long as it's whiteBut it's grey at best, and still makes you cryThis past January I collected my blood in a vaseand planted some rosesthat never saw .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jetsabelluna/1439682/ I lost my life at seventeen When they put your body in the earth, I swear they buried me I've been thinking a lot about life and how it never seems to matter what your dreams are, or if they're ones you can reach We're all on the same long path to nothingness... An.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jetsabelluna/1439677/ Words dripping in a promise that is quickly slipping into a chemical sleep induced by nocturnal synchronyLascivious intentionshalted by a lack ofsocialized conventionsDeath defines our miraclesMortality gives us a sense ofthings coming full circleBut we will wastemore than&n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jetsabelluna/1439671/ There's a freedom in deathbut I can't seem to restor let alone sleepIt doesn't come easilyAnd I cry and I fightwith this starless nightI'm waiting here just to be saved Just because I think of you doesn't mean that I miss you We're on the same train down memory laneWe both bought our ticke.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jetsabelluna/1439669/ Small hands fighting thick wristsA closed mouth against a forced kissBeating hearts and slamming doorsCrimson stains on paneled floorsCataclysmic photosynthesisThe green of the trees matched eyes I'm not sure were minebut I never thought it would come to thisAn image in a mirror, left undefinedSalt .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jetsabelluna/1439667/ Up where the city lights look like ornaments on last year's Christmas treeColors blend together, swimming around like an underwater menagerieYou will falland nobody is listening anymoreThere is no truthThey'll try to tell you there isBut it's all about the perspective you useIt's all over the newsSo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jetsabelluna/1439666/ I sold my soul to a man in Los AngelesI was hungry, and needed to eat breakfastand I figured that I'd never need itInspireCreate something before your hands catch fireNo water existsthat can douse the remnantsof your suppressed desiresI told my story to a kid at the parkThe air was freezing, and the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jetsabelluna/1439664/ the difference between the shallow and deep endjust might behow willing we are to jump inhold tightsleep rightfeed your mental hungerby giving into the black nightstars shine and guidebut if you look at them like constellationsit's more of a pictorial slidea towering transcendenceI feel like I was b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jetsabelluna/1439663/ it's funny whenthings changeit's funny when thingsaren't strangewe stumbled out into the midnight streets, and you leaned over and whispered to me, "this isn't happening." and I said..."it is."it's a confusing timewhen everything beautifulmust be tragic and rhymeI used to see best friends holding ha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jetsabelluna/1439660/ actively awareof every atomand strand of hairseeking peacein these absent streetslisteningto the absent beatsof my heartand feet http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jetsabelluna/1439258/ The entire world is tired.No matter where I go:     people are yawning,     eyes closed, microsleeping.And can you blame them?With a culture that expects so much,     one that deprives us of bedtimes,    &.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jetsabelluna/1439249/ Vernacular of the godsYour words sting like anaphylaxisThe search for something cynicalhas bred us as its socialized skepticsIf you are afraid of being sentientthen it's time to run this feverwords deeper than you meantNow, nothing in this world is a hundred percentexcept heartbreak, earth's rotatio.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jetsabelluna/1439246/ It's die or survive You masked the symptomsand stopped waiting for the sun to riseI feel it in the resistancethe pulsing beneath your bleeding lipsIt's a fist fightbetween your thoughts and this endless nightIt was summer when the world shiftedopened up its jaws, bearing teethbreaking your bone.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jetsabelluna/1439245/ I held your heart like a child’s handThe universe played in your eyesColliding stimuliI felt my world collapse under the weight of fate’s biggest surprise  It’s a shattered attempt to recognize failure over fearA restlessness found in the words you couldn’t hearMuff.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jetsabelluna/1439242/ they say Saturn takes almost thirty yearsto orbit the sunsad that some don't live that longand die youngdecomposing in graves illuminated byfireflieswho long for the skyand although they can flytheir wings would fryshould they try to reach that planetary wonderonce I had a dream about the moonshe ca.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jetsabelluna/1439239/ Slipping through the cracks of another undeserved chancereckless precious baby handslittle is knownsave for their demandsspeak when spoken tolaugh when things aren't funnypay with your soulnot your dirty, hard-earned moneywe run, we fleewhen things aren't meant to bewhen we are indiscordant ene.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jetsabelluna/1439237/ The ants crawl in perfect method, finding trails that were left for them, not sheep but those that keep their colony alive and out of wreckage. I clean white walls until the paint comes off, precision met with red hands turned raw. I can’t stand to see them dance while I’m still here fig.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jetsabelluna/1439235/ it's considered pride until you're whitethousands of years carefully building stereotypesmaking sure we don't cross property linesinvoking fear that is meticulously tiedinto a fascinating, fabricated lifean assembled featof mitigated opportunitiesland of the freehome of the accidentally conceivedthe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jetsabelluna/1439228/ It's morning and sirens sound from outside my bedroom window, someone's laying dead in their apartment all alone, and I can't even begin to contemplate the depth of their fate when it's too early to easily remember my name or the date or anything the news decides to give us today. It's strange; to f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jetsabelluna/1439227/ sometimes I pretend I don't carewhen I doI don't know why any of us do thiswhen really it's passionate, fiery anger passing through me at the speed of light, spilling out through my pores and seeping into my bed sheetsto be alive means to feel, to deny this denies you your birth right to the world.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jetsabelluna/1439226/ you don't have to love mebut do not strum a single notethat bears my name you don't have to love mebut do not ask to borrow my penor my time for that matter you don't have to love mebut do not tell me I was oncethe photograph on your desk you don't have to love mebut do not tell me if.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jetsabelluna/1439225/ Not a permanent title. This came from a journal entry I entitled "observations" but have yet to come up with an appropriate title. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jetsabelluna/1439222/ everything I have to give isn't what people want, but how can that beI'm just trying to live without these possessionsthey're messing with mesix feet above where I feeldragging my heelsforgetting I have a fifty foot wingspan an ability to leave this earth before they candarkness settling i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jetsabelluna/1439220/