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The original writings of author V.J. en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776050708 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 remember when all i wanted was your hand delicately placed in mine?i dolike it was yesterdaywhen all i wanted was you.not your pretty little smileor your dorky little wordsyou. all of you.Funny how i can look back and not even cringefunny how i think back and theres no stinging pai.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/V.J./722933/ After a night of sulking, watching the eternal sunshine of the spotless mind, and too much tea, this is my product. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/V.J./707537/ I am done.No hard feelingsno simple readingsWe lost iti lost youyou lost your sparkAll your wordsthat filled the empty airhave gone silentyour smilethat once made me so violenthas left me dejectedrejectedi am donewith the lingering hopethe forelorn looksmight as well sit and .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/V.J./701268/ Its Friday evening in the city. when two teenagers get caught up in a spat. Classic story of what ahppens when teenagers go through those awkard, sweet, horrible, and sometimes wonderful milestones. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/V.J./699625/ life stingsit bitesand nawsand tears at you ffrom the seamssnipping each piece of thread that holds you togetherit bothers methis placethese wallsthose facesand it doesnt scare me anymoreto think that i have a lifetime full of memoriesof dreams ive never dreamtit doesnt scare.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/V.J./699334/ Ive spent hoursand sleepless nightstrying to understand why it hurtswhy you like to toy with me so you've made me fallto a bottomless pit where no one will catch meyouve given me hopeto see it get snatched awayyou gave me someone i'd want to holdonly to make sure i'd never get.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/V.J./698685/ theres a road headed westthey say it reaches the end of the worldwhere the sunflowers grow highand even demons sightheres a road thats unpavedthey say it cleanses the soulwhere theres no such thing as heartbreakor hateit reaches past the seaand weaves its way in the milky waysomewh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/V.J./698665/ ive been kicking for way too longraising hellshooting bullets from my daddy's old coltyou could say im crazybut thats what life doeswhen you got one hand on triggerand your heart on the open roadi havent cried as much i shouldthrowing punchestaking the beatings i probably did dese.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/V.J./692639/ dear losek lerch, you may never read this, but it wouldnt change a thing. cos im an idiot and so are you. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/V.J./688296/ "Hii!!", i said happily to the couple wakling down the city streets with their arms intertwined  marcos the art supplies store, maybe theyre aliens comment by darren, his hand was like fire against mine thing. talking about the city http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/V.J./647595/     "There were times when the world wasn't as dark as it is now. When shadows roamed free and danced with their light counterparts. When nautre's children, the elements, played gleefully in the presence of anything and everything. Back when stars were silver, live, jewels o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/V.J./644318/    This was a scene thats played out a billion times. Him and i walking on the same street, holding each others hands. I can remeber this happening since i was four and he was seven. Everyone thought it was so cute.   They'd tease us about and giggle, our mothers both talking about si.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/V.J./610814/ reviews please. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/V.J./609905/ You know that feeling you get when you feel fresh snow on your toungue and fristbitten kisses from snowmen?  I don't. But i do know what smooth ice feels like, and how wonderful it looks like.I felt my fist clench the bedsheets as my eye adjusted to the coming morning. It wasn't bright, in fact.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/V.J./609899/ Since I'm already dancing with the devil, might as well live with him right?   Well, it seemed like a good idea at the time. I wouldnt have to worry about rent, or bills, and i'd have food in the fridge everyday. And besides...Nathaniel isn't all bad...   Not that i would by any .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/V.J./608686/     First off, let me start by saying this isn't a "boy meets girl" love story.No, in fact, its more of a "I kicked your a*s into tomorrow, and i'll do it again" kind of relationship.   This is the farthest thing from loooovvvee. Its a mutual agreement to have death matches .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/V.J./606203/ "Wake up" The cold November breeze was cool against my bare back. I hate these dreaded hospital gowns, but why on earth would the window be opened?"Wake up" the vioce said again, placing a hand on shoulder.My eyelids fluttered opened instantenously.I know that voice.  That voice that .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/V.J./604934/ ta-da i dunno, bordenesss http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/V.J./603441/   i found myself staring at the inside of his house. Funny, i've never been in here...and i can see why. There was playboy on the coffee table, cheetos on the floor and empty beer bottles on the counter. He followed my gaze. "Those aren't mine! i swear!", he said stumbling to shove them in.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/V.J./592824/ something i'm trying out. most my stuff tend to go down a serious road, so i tried to change it up a bit and make it fun(?) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/V.J./592745/    Look, i didnt mean for it to happen alright? ...it just kinda happened. Ha, yeah i know how that sounds. its stupid. YES, listen up world, Annie Mgee did somehting stupid!    Laugh now, die later. As if things couldnt get any worse, their might be something growing inside.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/V.J./591943/ [theres a woman in white seated in the middle of the hospital room, staring at the window, as her daughter walks in]" When i was five, i wanted a mommy. and daddy. the kind that would hug you and say i love you. the ones that would tuck you every night, and ask you how your day was. even the on.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/V.J./590301/ why don't you sober uptake  a look at the broken fairytale your life iswhy don't you wash upclean the blood thats left your veins your mothers gone, she can't fix youyour fathers a drunk, he's lost hope for you its morning already and the girl in your bedis just like.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/V.J./589722/ it was but a week, and yet it was so hard to kill the butterfliesis that bad of me?to have ingested bug spray for that specific reason?it was just a weekand you hardly spoke my namebut thats finein a week i'll forget yoursand this poem will be dedicated to:whatshisfacebut thats.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/V.J./589434/ i don't know what love is,or if i've ever came closebut i know how candy taste at 2a.mwhen the sadness just eats you away i dont know what hell isor if i've ever came closebut i know what a beating feels likewhen the blood has numbed your mouth i dont know what hea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/V.J./589429/ my first breath after a coma was like fireslowintenseand burningtill it bruned right through me and air could no longer fill my lungscould no longer fill my soul    http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/V.J./589417/