http://slow.writerscafe.org/Lorenzo_Johansen The original writings of author Lorenzo en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775995818 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Just something I wrote out after leaving the diner one morning http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lorenzo_Johansen/2847870/ As I share my poems I feel like aw***e, no, worse than a w***e. A w***e would give her body for meaningless self reassurance while I rip my soul out and drudge up the past. The ink mayas well be blood. As you read through these poems you will see the essence ofmy life: the sorrow, love, longin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lorenzo_Johansen/1983090/ I was told to try smoking weed to help with a few a few disabilities. I'm not sure it helped me physically but mentally and emotionally it brought me back to a love I had lost. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lorenzo_Johansen/1983088/ To my preciousyoung men,I had a nightmarelast nightToday you are justboysIn my dream youwere menMore than I’llever beYou were standingwatch at you baseAs a huge truckcame barreling towards youAny lesser menwould have ranI would have ranYou tw.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lorenzo_Johansen/1849902/  I’mtoo sober to write this poemIblame my heritage from a family of addictsCrusha pill my mind soars to the cloudsSucha small pill yet more valuable than gold Let’scrush it and snort it with a dollar bill.Theaddiction is worth the risk besides I h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lorenzo_Johansen/1849901/ well, it's just as the title says. I committed suicide a little while back. and this is a short retelling of the events. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lorenzo_Johansen/1849898/ I was PangeaI wonder if I willever be whole I feel my earthtrembling as it breaksI see the waterfilling the gaps I want to be completeI am breaking intocontinentsI pretend to bePangeaI see the beautifulSunI worry the Moon willstop meI touch the unive.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lorenzo_Johansen/1849894/ SleepI lay on a cloudand sleep escapes me.I close my eyes to a haunting past.When did these nightmares start?I cannot remember.Constantly freezing,while embraced in warm blankets.Who will haunt me tonight?It is two in the morningMy eyes plead to closeAnd force themselves open. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lorenzo_Johansen/1606603/ A Letter to My MomMomma, I don’t know what it’s like to lose ason and maybe you don’t realize that you do. One day I was living at home andeverything was fine, Then I had joined the Navy and was in basic training. Atthe time this doesn’t seem like much of a change; I wo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lorenzo_Johansen/1606563/ I finally read over the original draft and made some corrections. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lorenzo_Johansen/1606524/