http://slow.writerscafe.org/jdun1 The original writings of author Jayne Disdaine en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776003311 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I hate this deal, you know,The need to communicate...Telephones negate my desire to create,They infiltrate my focused state,They drill my brain like a shattered plate,I could not wait!-For the day I wouldn't need to play the game;Bluetooth connected to my ball and chain,Privacy, freedom, down the dr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jdun1/1604456/ See title http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jdun1/1497782/ Blurry eyes but sharpened mind,Uncoordinated digits,Each dropping some important find,For some irresponsible religion.To which blind faith are youresigned?Where lies your eyeless allegiance?What truth has stuck with you onceyouPinprick your path of leastresistance?.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jdun1/1495599/ For my father. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jdun1/1494732/   I’mboredInneed of a distractive (destructive) action.A reflectiveglance that could lead toSatisfaction.Iwant to take a strong stanceAgainstmy brains’ faulty assumptionThatI need something illicit to cure this restless compun.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jdun1/1454742/  I want to take my love to the forest.I’m not sure he appreciates my wonder.I don’t know if he’ll adopt my joy.The freshness, it wipes the drearies anddesolate wailing-woman moanings from my pessimistic heart.There’s wisdom in these sturdy timbe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jdun1/1449795/ A vacant stage, a fresh empty stage,overcorrected prepped to berate.Prison with bars, cot, but no locksthat’s somehow still can keep you caged.There’s options my friend, you’d beamazed,You can walk on in Bliss or walk outenraged.If you picked the route of ma.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jdun1/1445052/ Not for young readers. Not for faint of heart ,) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jdun1/1444852/ Album Review http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jdun1/1444822/ I brush the hair back from yr face with the soft side of myhand,I stare into those deep blue pools and try to understand, How someone so incredible can waste their time with meand hope you'll never notice how helpless I can be I see how much u love me but I still cant fath.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jdun1/1444815/  Trudge, trudge, trudge.  God I don't feel like doing this.  My feet sploshing through muddy puddles, mymind running over and over the same old line. Why am I leaving home? The home that was my prison, despised for itscrumbling walls and faulty electrics. The home that .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jdun1/1444813/ Song I wrote at 15 with a country feel... melancholy circa 1990, When I was playing bass in a band called Counterpoint http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jdun1/1444808/ Ultimately, The hour is untimely. The sun too high, the day already beaten. Sean, and coffee, bliss and bacon. Don’t you be making the same mistakes I been making, Fool! Thought you were retired not retard, sorry I been mistaken. Elocution lesson and m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jdun1/1444791/ A really bad day http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jdun1/1444730/