http://slow.writerscafe.org/Cabojhanna The original writings of author Caboj en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776208030 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Once a boy,Always a man.Becoming such takes countless breaths,Countless regrets, and untrained attempts.Tell me what you want to see.Tell me I'm the diagnosis of your symphony.Tell me I can unwind your consciousness.Tell me I can relinquish this affliction. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cabojhanna/1823203/ Had to write something about work...been a WHILE http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cabojhanna/1740931/  Thosebig black eyesOna large white frameIread your insecuritiesFromtoe to browAndyouThespray onDesignerglass and screwSurplusof metal filled holesSupernaturalstrandsAroundthe clock chatterYoudo .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cabojhanna/1536552/ Stepafter step with new regretIcan’t be rightIcan’t be good at anythingIcan never be enough for your gloryIdo what you ask and it’s still not rightIdo EVERYTHING you askAndit’s still not enoughIfeel.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cabojhanna/1536549/ Asthe drugs run through my brainIstare at nothing checking my veinIdon’t know what I didIdon’t know what’s wrongTwohundred and two beats that minuteIdon’t know what to doActnormal he saysIthink I just h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cabojhanna/1536546/  Narcissist?  Imay intrigue myself, yesButI cannot look at myselfAndsee what I want to seeIhate every part of being meSoI seek good characteristics Todistinguish myself worthyImay be good at f****n everything.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cabojhanna/1536528/ What’sthis? What’sthis?……....……Potential.Isaw a future.Youare beautiful. Theseare the eyes my fucked up thoughts would lie behind.Thisis my body, broken but devine.Here&rsqu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cabojhanna/1536525/ Ifind what I lie behind*Sightand target are adjusted,Goodbye,goodbye, goodbye.ToStalin, Churchill, Roosevelt,Goodbye,goodbye, goodbye.Itis about Germany’s GloryGlory,Glory.HailVictory! Hail Victory, Victory!HailVic.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cabojhanna/1536522/ Iam not the same man writing as I am to the eye.         I become a figment of my ownimagination.         I light this cigarette with every goodintent.  &nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cabojhanna/1536482/ Why? Can’t I cometo call myself a friend?Why? Does myheart reject the rest of me?How? Can I be better means how can I feel better?When? Can Ilook at myself, in the eye?Who? Is thatbeautiful girl walking towards me?Why? Does shegiv.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cabojhanna/1536480/ Attractivejock looking boy comes out in front of the curtain with a microphone in thespotlight. Chuckles and winks at someone in audience) Victor: Hey, my name’sVictor. This is The! One! You’re! Watching!(Yelling and angry, he controls.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cabojhanna/1536477/ I fear of what I am to writeYet I have found not as to why fear hasconquered This time,Haven’t the faintestStaring at this glassWatching myself,Stare at myselfFinally realizing the ageThe physique shadows the lifestyleSock.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cabojhanna/1536475/ “You have beautiful eyes.”Thankyou, I can’t see them. Ican’t!I’mnot lying. IAM being a jackass,Butthat’s just a fact right? No.I can’t see them as beautiful eyes. Thatis what you sai.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cabojhanna/1536472/ Lucky liquid courage manFun to watch and fun to beA drunkard lives so happilyAs the courage flies byAll the voices will dieAnd the man is left to his ruins.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cabojhanna/1536470/ Mr.Crawt broke his glasses time and time then          Sometimes he fixed them          But they always end broken again         So he b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cabojhanna/1536449/ Myeyes expired as my mind inquired         Where does my heart lieHow clichéMy mind wanders back to our obliviousexistenceI’m all choked up now with the threatof distancePlagiarismIn .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cabojhanna/1536446/ You know writing isn’t an easy thing todo. You think and think and overthink everything ten times over. The point ofwriting is so that you have something to do. Get yours ideas out and all you dois think them over a million times perfecting every detail... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cabojhanna/1536441/ Nonsense http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cabojhanna/1536439/