http://slow.writerscafe.org/ShawnCrider The original writings of author Shawn Crider en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776028716 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Note to self. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShawnCrider/1839001/ Talking Loading up verbal bullets; the salvia massacres pages demonstrating rages often misinterpreted,Strings of your lies I casually trip on,Being played on your hormonal harp, the moans I cannot decipher so my cipher ends with silence.Why the long faces? Emotional intelligence rende.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShawnCrider/1828141/ Cheaters. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShawnCrider/1813102/ How Many LeftAbandoned, shut down, forgotten the old ways,Say this and don't make a sound, the languages of the new day.You dress your words in make up, doesn't pretty the tone still,I guess we can make up, if you try I bet they will.Buildings are hide outs, from the pain the blood.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShawnCrider/1813100/ No clapping is required, actually its unnecessary.Quiet down before the King!Clearing the throat. Adjusting clothes. Polishing his arrogance before he speaks.Oh, it is good to be King.Roars throughout the land slander the crown.Laughter erupts burying those noises in ash.Creating deser.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShawnCrider/1798730/ So many things not known only to be discovered; only realizing the truth is knowing nothing at all.Wise men cannot stretch the length of time, in all means whatever is justified we try. Learning that the sands of knowledge slipping through our hands as ages age.Silly.Nature breeds natura.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShawnCrider/1786086/ Vibes http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShawnCrider/1774483/ Yesterdays news http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShawnCrider/1770502/ Evaluation, analysis, streams of consciousness http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShawnCrider/1763959/ Rambles http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShawnCrider/1750274/ Literary analysis of damages obtained from the masters,Public greif evokes pity, contrasting the society, breifly lived in like a village,Except I wasn't the only idiot.Fools gold shine the brightest to the ignorant,Wealthy desires set trees on fire to collect the ash,More cash or no cash,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShawnCrider/1746738/ For Our ChildrenShould we so idly let our world become infected by a ravaging disease?Allowing future generations to become burdened with problems caused by the prior.To the lighter of the flame he shall put out, fore the sins of the father shall not scorn the son.When all laid to rest o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShawnCrider/1734132/ Babbles. If anything. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShawnCrider/1733994/ He never quite forgot her face. Whenever he caught even the faintest whiff of beach water he reminisced vividly. Pity, he thought. Pity she never captured her beauty in the way an artist captures an image, or the way religious propaganda captures the mind. Oh to be young and innocent! The sweet reve.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShawnCrider/1731705/ Socialising with pirates, a social kind of hobby we specialize in,Branded lazy and entitled, well if the shoe fits,Oh, forgot only if their Jordans. Only if it isn't boring, School losing interest, job hopper, pill popper, generations feeling distant,Late to our own party, the music mixes .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShawnCrider/1731172/ About a girl. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShawnCrider/1728966/ Ignorance is bliss http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShawnCrider/1728002/ The DifferenceIt isn't my skin color. My race is ran by many on a narrow path across ruins. We named it adversity.It isn't my tongue. My words strike the wind slicker than hustlers yet still wears his suit and tie.Dapper, if I might add.Lets see....maybe my background. Isn't that a cli.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShawnCrider/1726580/ One hand holds the head, the other carelessly drops ash from the cigarette.Disarray,A mass maze trying to navigate the city,Rain pouring still there is no sense of purity,Dirty!Filthy!The cafe populates one. Coffee is disgusting... pepsi in case love walks in; preparation is key,Ho.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShawnCrider/1725020/ A Natural Realization http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShawnCrider/1722564/ Bare. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShawnCrider/1722560/ Inspire by a Bob Marley song... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShawnCrider/1722189/ Understanding how you talk, not only as a writer but as a person and if you are content with your words. As if self doubt is looking for closure or maybe recognition, and/or identity. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShawnCrider/1722187/ Deals with transition, different phases in life. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShawnCrider/1722185/ Its sarcastic. Knowing humility in a way and mocking that. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShawnCrider/1721813/ It is, well in itself an abundance of thoughts. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShawnCrider/1721810/