http://slow.writerscafe.org/SheJayBen The original writings of author SheJayBen en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776010930 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Just playing with words, Having some fun!! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SheJayBen/1610713/ She drove the anxious drive to get what she needed,Sweat dripping fighting the urge to vomit,Texting to let him know she's five minutes away, Have it ready,Staggering into the crack den filled with junkies, Her heart pounded rapidly,The syringe filled will fatal fluid, She never hesitated to find th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SheJayBen/1610473/ They spoke to you, and you answered by tightening your grip,Yesterday there was no brain activity, But today there will be,You're not leaving like this, everything will be ok, http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SheJayBen/1608441/ For the grandmother I never got a chance to meet. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SheJayBen/1608437/ The heavy smoke from her thick cigarette filled the room,Curtains drawn, leaving a crack for light to sneak in,It's been a while since she's seen her little boys face,He would've been all grown up now,Going to college and getting away from this place.Watching so patiently out the window for him to c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SheJayBen/1606346/ You're the everything of my life,I cry when you cry, laugh when you laugh,Fall and break when you're not happy,I love how you make me feel,I'm constantly confused, whether you want me or not,But then you call me baby, I fall back into your arms,Knowing you care, makes me crazy,I know i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SheJayBen/1605744/ Their eyes met in the mirror, his brown hers blue,Then yet she looked away, still with butterflies in her stomach,Dreams she dreamt filled with him,Secretly smile a flash of love,He'd only understand, not even someone from above,Playful pushes and teasing pokes,Smiling together, as so wo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SheJayBen/1605740/ Gone for now, but never forgotten. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SheJayBen/1605738/ For my son Bentley! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SheJayBen/1605673/ Walking along the frightened stained pavement,Straight-pure horror on her face,Still aware of the wretched statement,She quickened along with her pace,It got harder and harder for her to breathe,Scratching and ripping at the sights,Wanting to wake, and have everything be a dream,But so.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SheJayBen/1605669/ It was the blood that dripped from the blade,Cutting the body into small pieces,Their display he set out for them to look upon as they die,That kept him alive inside.Dreaming of his next victim, completely random,He'd awake fully aroused at the thought of committing murder,It wasn't his .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SheJayBen/1605270/ I'm running out of time,They're all mad, But so am I,He's futterwacking like the mad fool he is,And I, Alice, am having a conversation with a floating cat,Oh have I gone mad, Rabbit's late for whatever it is,And throwing tea cups it is for the twins,This is all just a dream, a bizarre mysteriou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SheJayBen/1605176/ Her words hurt, Inflicting pain upon the blank sheet she wrote on,Bleeding out profusely, All we did was watch,Crying out for help, We all refused her,Now that she's gone, It's safe to say he abused her,Neglecting the pure love, He tortured her to death,Believing in herself, She never let him forget.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SheJayBen/1605157/ Just letting my mind wander and do it's own thing for a while. Hope you enjoy!!! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SheJayBen/1605149/ My mind tries to investigate you,Only you're sealed up,Like a stitched laceration,I know you're thinking,About what is the only question?Your mind has a way,Around any obstacle in your course,Beautifully strong minded,You have the soul of a god,With the temper of the devil.Eyes brown with a haze of .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SheJayBen/1604495/ Just a short story about something that has been on my mind. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SheJayBen/1604487/ Written by and unnamed Courtesan of the first order, translated by Micah Volk http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SheJayBen/1603882/ My life was like FionaYou knowThe ogre with the odd earsI was kept insideOf a sky high castleHiding a secret that was foreverForbidden.My skinMay not  have been forest greenAnd when I'm human I can't fight like a ninjaBut when someone tried rescuing meThey got shot downBy a terribleFireBreathin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SheJayBen/1603879/ I sat in the shower last night,Holding the shower head close to my chest,The water getting hotter making my skin red,As much as it burned, I couldn't move out of the stream,The water became a mixture with my tears,My sobs and wails became louder,The mascara from my eyes smudged to my cheeks,A shower.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SheJayBen/1603799/ THE SUN SETS AND THE DAYS GET LONGER,IT'S YOU THAT'S ON MY MIND,YOU THAT TEARS ME DOWN,MY HEART ACHES, BODY BREAKS, IT'S HARD TO SAY"SORRY",LET ALONE "I LOVE YOU",DREAMING THE DREAMS OF THE LIFE I ONCE MISSED,TURNING VIOLENT AND SOMEWHAT FRAGILE,WHEN ARISING, YOU'RE NOWHERE NEAR,ALL I WANT, IS TO LA.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SheJayBen/1603797/ She stood on the edge of the green frosted grass,Her hand slowly but yet passionately fell to her side,The old black satin Buick quietly drove away,He was up on his knees, waving goodbye in the back window,A single tear fell from her eye,"Sorry" was the word she mouthed,The car turned around the cor.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SheJayBen/1603794/ The pain of the old burden,Burns a holeThroughout my body,It poisons my happiness,Day by day,My smile fades,Hour by hour,My eyes get colder.The paranoia annoys me,The voices antagonize me,I cringe in my sleep,If only I knew a way,To get rid of the suffering,I'd throw it all to the curb,I'd go back t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SheJayBen/1603783/    Everything was perfectly fine,My body following the movements in the music,Blood dancing it's way throughout my veins,Thoughts that were so untouchable and unable to scare,It was almost impossible to reverse that,But my world would soon be corrupted,And even I would've never known.&nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SheJayBen/1603777/ I've lost so much in my life,Due to one small thing,Although that "one small thing" may not seem important to you,It was to me, And it ruled my world,That thing was drugs, Something I loved for a long time,But now the overdosing has gotten worse,The pain is stronger and won't go away,Blackouts becam.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SheJayBen/1603769/ For the lover I've been looking so long for http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SheJayBen/1603760/ Ever have that special dream place you could run to.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SheJayBen/1603739/     Dear Whoever,I've been noticing, That in your waysYou are fantastic, Unbelievably irresistible,I want whatever you have, Even if it hurts,Your movements, Earthy ways stabilize me,Eccentric, piercing is you, It's different,No matter how hard I try, It follows me closely behind,Race.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SheJayBen/1603725/ Just some quick words from a darkened mind. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SheJayBen/1603708/ Love drifts around the world,Like an uninvited plague,We want it around,But my God, It gets so irritating.Love is the cause for him being around,Like a lover on Rosewood Lane,We can't go on,Or so that's what we sense.Love is the rose,How ruby red it is,The external and internal,Feeling of loneliness.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SheJayBen/1603412/ A poem written for my Father... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SheJayBen/1603409/ My eyes are slowly closing,But I can already feel the rigor mortis taking place,It's like I'm posing,Only for you in a world that's as fast as a race,You are the only one I will never forgive,I'm trapped in your red-blooded coldness,This life is everything I've never wanted to live,I'm drowning in y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SheJayBen/1603407/ Sometimes being in an impatient rehab will really open your mind to other things. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SheJayBen/1603406/ I read a book in 2009 that talked about a mother and her daughter and how the mother was a paid mourner. The mother and her family got paid to go cry at people's funerals she didn't even know. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SheJayBen/1603401/