http://slow.writerscafe.org/Cammmmj The original writings of author Camryn Jeter en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775985523 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I know that there will come a time when we both are turned back into dust There is coming a time when both of our hearts will stop beating and we will cease to hold each other on the surface of this worldIn the eternal voyage that is time we exist for a single blip on the radarSo very briefly.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cammmmj/1730087/ I spend most of my time in this rectangular prismA prisonOr is it?It seems so sometimesThese white walls and role-calls and then the bell chimesBored, lonely facesThe pressure to prove yourselfUntied shoelacesFor 13 years, I've called this place homeI fall here; I fly hereThese p.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cammmmj/1721432/ It is so difficult to love someone as closed off as youIt's even more difficult to feel loved by you.You can't help it but it wears on me sometimesI know that you care about me but I need constantreminders because you don't always show it... I am sooutwardly and obviously in love with you .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cammmmj/1721426/ The light in your eyes went outI stumbled around in the blackBlind to what you wanted,Needed me to seeBut your lips found my mouth in the darknessUnable to find the words or reasonsUnwilling to let go of familiar comfortsStuck between a rock and a hard placeWe were holding on and letting go And here.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cammmmj/1721356/ "Love is a dog from hell" I'm slightly shakenI self assessNo, this can't be, it isn't.I assume this is a generalityIt may be his generalityIt isn't mine. Bukowski lives in the shadows Living on booze and early morning headaches and physical nights And the sight of the dusty old d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cammmmj/1720900/ I got homeYou asked to callYou didn't hear a word I saidYou wanted to be heard but not to listenI got to schoolI didn't smileI didn't laughSomeone tried to pity meI got homeIt was lateSomeone had made me feel like a nuisanceI tried to take my mind off of it But I looked down and realized t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cammmmj/1720899/ Her great grandmother's house was falling apart, sure. Unraveling, even; the outside looked as if it had been abandoned for years. Still, she climbed the rotten steps of worn wood on what seemed like the dreariest sunny afternoon there has ever been.Dust clung to the window panes on the door. She wi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cammmmj/1720898/ I look around and see everyone's future in their attitudesIt seems we will all either be lawyers and doctors and superheroes  or nothing and nowhere in between...But you don't have to have a sharp mind to have a big oneComplacency is a death sentenceAnd it's the kind that won't make anyone feel.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cammmmj/1720895/ The rain sounds so much more furious in the summertimeIt is gentler in the winterLike it fought a good fight but now is weakened as I am by the cold and the dark and the endIt pitter-patters and drizzles"Here is my last" Although I am grateful to the chilly days for ceasing every buzz and every.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cammmmj/1720894/ It's always something different every dayShe sounds like my momShe acts like her.I am my father's. Mama is the bragger; she boasts my sister's little, shining gloriesEven the ones that seem to me more like hiccupsI never got unending admiration from my dad from being like him- growing quie.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cammmmj/1720892/ You are so much of everything- I am going to be honestTo an extent where you will want me to be far less brutal or far less desperate or far less everything that I amBut I can't change it and if I can't change it and if it is always who I will be why should I hide it awayIf you can't love me fo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cammmmj/1720889/ Beautiful, to me, is a cheap compliment. I would rather be smart or charming or sweet or honestI would much rather be fascinating, capable, surprising, or classy. I would rather you think I have a beautiful heart or a beautiful mind than a beautiful bodyBut, God,it would be nice to make so.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cammmmj/1720888/ Sometimes I just can't deal with anything at all because it feels like every ounce of matter making up the universe is on my shoulders... And I always ALWAYS blame myself for it, for caring too much or being too sensitive but it's you who put it there and for once in my life I'm not letting it be my.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cammmmj/1546504/ I am like a child exhibit emotions fantastically to meexaggeration Make me know we're not averageDon't pretend we're normalWe're notBe dramatic for me if in fact you must actIf what we have us mediocreFor the love of God leave me beOr pretend that I am your salvationChoose.One .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cammmmj/1510573/ All my life I've had a Wanting, waiting feelingAn understanding anticipationA suspicious suspenseKnowing something more would come along Though dreaded inevitable pain and distress were not impassable.Still I was anxious and unable toPass time fast enough. I saw you in the mornin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cammmmj/1510571/ I saw you and it was then that I knewYour sea was the place I'd spend the rest of my lifeBefore I knew you, I knew thatYour tides would rise and fallAnd you would conjure furious storms that would leave me sand-stung and My hair would be tied into a knotted messIn your wind I have alwa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cammmmj/1510567/ Forever missing you... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cammmmj/1510565/ People will remember you for what you did, not who you are. That is the tragedy and truth. So make all that you do a reflection of yourself. If your soul is marked by kindness, do all that you must in kindness. If power is your given, do all that you must in strength. If you have colors in your eyes.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cammmmj/1510564/ Authors (storytellers especially) and poets tend to exaggerate, exacerbate, and excessively emphasize. I do my believe this makes us liars. We simply tell out own versions of universal truths. Our truths have patches of pitiful and soul in the stitches, and they may be watered down or amplified. Non.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cammmmj/1507472/ We all fall in love with people and expect them to change... Do we fall in love BECAUSE we want to change them? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cammmmj/1491384/ You always accused meof my thoughts and fantasiesBur he tells me his ownwith a gentle and steady voiceHis tongue lacking the bladeswhich infested yoursI don't run and hide from himHe is, rather, my refugeAnd instead of making me fear him,I can lay down my fears at his feetstrip m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cammmmj/1478860/ I was the bird in your breezebecause if I ever was flying before you, NOW I soaredand you finallyFINALLYhad someone warm to keep you company.And you were the sunbecause my entire existencerevolved around youand at last,at long last,you had someone whowas drawn to you as if .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cammmmj/1478200/ For all those who love to travel and wander, and all you big dreamers http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cammmmj/1476211/ Labels and the blame game http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cammmmj/1474602/ Sometimes lungs, legs, and love fail me and I have to drown myself to learn how not to breathe and I have to trip myself to learn how not to fall but for the world I cannotlearn how not to feel. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cammmmj/1474591/ Well wishes to the lovers http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cammmmj/1473977/ My favorite in this series so far. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cammmmj/1472012/ Suddenly there we were,Staring into the glass-Or at least I was.I looked and I saw Eyes greedily eating up every sightI tried to take a picture in my mindTried to burn each entity into my memory.And I felt you fall in lovewith me falling in love withmy passion. We grew closer tha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cammmmj/1471670/ I'll never forget as long as I livethe deafening roar of the crowd around us; the rhythmic, melodious chorous in unison land how in that moment, your off-key voice beside me became my anthem. My memory will not fail me whenI try to recall how we laughs and fees weary when, as it seemed t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cammmmj/1471667/ So I'll just sit out here in the frozen midnight air and feel small while I watch the moon kiss my skin, and I wish it were you instead. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cammmmj/1471220/ ...and you left.and for another two weeksyou'll only be text messages and phone callsThe brightest fires never burn very long. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cammmmj/1471141/ I've turned my pain into poetrya thousand timesbut I've never quite been able to translatethe agony that is the absence of you. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cammmmj/1471139/ Writing isn't optional for me. Most people move through their days routinely- occasionally encountering intense sadness or happiness or boredom. But these people... These aunts, cousins, friends, strangers... never have a single poetic thought in their lives. the emotions I am overcome by every day .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cammmmj/1471136/ I wrote this one back in the 9th grade. It's about infatuation. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cammmmj/1471126/ I remember the first timeyou told me I was beautiful.I shook my head and laughedand forgave you for lying.Then a couple months passedand I kept hearing that compliment.Such a simple phrase,such a strong effect. As you opened all my doors (literally)and held my hand walking down.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cammmmj/1471010/ I , always, have been a night owl. I love the sound of nothing but slow, deep breaths.When the moon shows her beautiful,steadily and faithfully shining face,I am freed of the inhibitions of the day. At night, I do not have to smile and say"It's alright. Really, I'm fine."The velvet.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cammmmj/1471000/ All I want is to love you, and love you completely, without boundaries; even the parts of you that you believe to be unlovable. I want to show you the beauty in even the darkest parts of you. I want to love your flaws, and make you love them, too. I want to kiss you when you're mad and jealous and y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cammmmj/1470923/ Awen will consist of poems regarding subject matter that was inspired by random thoughts or people. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cammmmj/1470689/ you're short-tempered impatient jealous overconfident independent and a whirlwindyou're cranky when you're tired you're cranky when you're hungry you're a little bit of a devil when you don't get your way and your hair in the morning is a mess like you are... just like your sister.we are so flawed a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cammmmj/1470686/ This is the first installment of my poetry series named after my sister. The titles will have her name and a number. The name is to identify which series it's from. The number is to identify the poem. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cammmmj/1470673/ I am a very emotional person. This is me accepting that about myself. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cammmmj/1470492/ Ansley has always had a hard life. She's thrived under the pressure. She says she can't take it anymore, but I don't know if she knows how to handle a grief-free life. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cammmmj/1470467/ The person I always looked up to the most, who I always needed to advise and guide me, broke down in front of me. For the first time, she needed ME. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cammmmj/1470459/ This is about standing up for yourself. You have to have the courage to believe in yourself when no one else does. Don't let your self confidence come from someone else's opinion. Fuel your own fire http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cammmmj/1470368/ This is about someone trying to "find" themselves. I'm just trying to say that even if you don't understand yourself sometimes, even if no one else does, that's okay. Madness is fascinating. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cammmmj/1470365/ Faster than quicksand we're wrapped up tighter than barbed wirePlaying around and testing each other's boundariesWe are still just little kids When we're 80 I'll still poke you justto make you flinch and you'll still carry me to the car when my feet hurt I'll always lay my head on yo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cammmmj/1470362/