http://slow.writerscafe.org/ZoeJones The original writings of author Zoe Jay en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775986606 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 It's a dystopian revolution.They used to bribe us with the promise of utopia.But we don't believe in that any more.We will no longer be led.But instead we are divided.There will be no revolution.There will be no escape.The only question is...who will be the destructor...who will .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ZoeJones/1843628/ 10,000 things I could have done 10,000 steps that brought me here 10,000 regrets, 10,000 debts10,000 unshed tears, 10,000 faced-down fears10,000 decisions that couldn't be undone10,000 times I failed, but was still the unknowing one, refusing once, twice, 10,000 times, to turn... So fa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ZoeJones/1843609/ Invert your lifeTurn it upside downAnd see what stays upand what falls downand breaks it's crown... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ZoeJones/1450160/ The covers feel hot,My skin prickles with sweat,And thoughts dart like silvery fishesFirst come my moments of shame...Like gremlins, skittering and chattering,Swarming like roaches, gathering in the shadows,Then scuttling into the light, staring at me with accusing eyes...The things I said that were.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ZoeJones/1373821/ I'm so goddamn ripped up to f*****g s**t!I'm so f*****g angry, so f*****g sad,I'm angry that I don't feel sad no more...Sadness is gone, into madness and badness......and sadness was the softer half of me,A softness that is f*****g gone away.No more forgiveness, no more compromise,They just ran into.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ZoeJones/1214231/ Insomnia, Sleep, Sleeplessness, Psychedelia, Thoughts, Contemplation, Dreams, Subconscious, Memories, Lows, Demons, Fears http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ZoeJones/1213876/ At the end of timeAt the death of worldsYou will find my spirit thereStill raging defianceAgainst the end  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ZoeJones/1213386/ True love is dark.True love is acceptance.Accepting ANYTHING, and loving regardless.Accepting change, and weakness, and badness, and difference, and loving anyway.True love is passive.Learning that love leaves you more open to hatred,than you ever were before.Love is love, even in hate, in.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ZoeJones/798782/ Stop filling space.Start letting space fill you.If luck does rain from the skies, it falls upon those who don'tshelter their heads.We move on a treadmill ofwants and needs and impulses,taking a clutch of instincts,and calling them "feelings",for the glorification of the self...while a drop of a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ZoeJones/798778/ For now there is a void inside meBut it’s a good voidIt’s an absence of ouchBecause ouch has been there for too longI welcome the voidThe cessationAnd I know it won’t lastSo I try to preserve itTry to hang in grey spaceFor, like the moment that your chemical.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ZoeJones/771806/ You made meeverything I knew I could beYou understood the person living within meYou helped me grow, and helped me knowAnd you gave me the confidence to let it showMy life is alist of places I wouldn’t have beenPeople I wouldn’t know and things still unseenAll the joy I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ZoeJones/771803/ The circus of the voidThe deranged drama of defianceThe footrace for foreverScreaming our human rage at the darkMasking our fearIn love, and anger, and celebration, and warWith light, and sound, and distraction,We defend our territoryOur existenceOur pinprick of c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ZoeJones/771802/ The poetry of the deadThe eulogy of the livingWhispering below the consciousMore knowledge has died with themThan will ever live in us We hear their wisdomConstant as breathOur paths smoothed overBy the soft hands of death Their words are wandere.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ZoeJones/771798/ A cityscape.Along, straight road.Seemsendless.Identical.Evenlyspaced pools of lightSilence.Empty.Rainfalls on nothing. Slowly.Steamhaloes around street lights,Cateyes glare under a bush.Distanttraffic.Butnot here.Onlyfootsteps and rai.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ZoeJones/771795/ How desperate does a man have to be Toenter that wilderness alone?Whattorment drives a soul to those waters?Whatwould make someone seek for Lethe? Thepath to Lethe is begun in happinessNotanguish or misery or despairLetheis not sought by the tortured soulsForit has nothing.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ZoeJones/771782/ There is an empty space in my heartWaiting for one who is not hereThe gap where he is notPains my soul I sit and await and hope for some timeFor even the shortest of momentsMy heart will be wholeIf he comes I remember every second we snatchedFrom.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ZoeJones/771775/ We all live on the energy of othersSmiles from strangers on the streetTears on the shoulder of a friendCharity from a faceless governmentCounsels spoken by a good adviser The energy of a crowd can feed youThe energy can keep you up all dayFeel the heart of a city.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ZoeJones/738642/ So,have I learned what love is?Ihave suffered for it,Bornemore than I thought I could bearMadea thousand promises for itLivedfor it and in it and with itAnda part of me has died for it HaveI learned what love is yet?Ithas stamped on me,Ripped.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ZoeJones/731118/ It’s a strange place in hereWhere it’s definitely darkBut there’s nothing you can’t seeAnd your changed perspectiveDistorts the worldFleeting thoughts that move like ghostsNo more substantial than dust in your consciousnessSuddenly lurch like monst.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ZoeJones/731110/ Driving empty desert roads,Just playing with sun-hot stones,Running away from the modesof thought that brought us to noughtbut this endless desert of minds and bones... Search beneath the desert sun,Looking for your mindless soul,In this hell we made for fun,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ZoeJones/726335/ From ICEwhence we came,we learned where to find our WARM NEEDS,in that cold,death-like limbo,which our ancestors DEFIED,it was our VICE,not our VIRTUE,that enabled oursurvival… our weak flesh craveswarmth, and LUST,and exotic fulfillments,t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ZoeJones/725379/ It is, at once, the prison and the keyThe marker of both sorrow and joySometimes nectar, sometimes poisonIt writes your story behind your backIt indulges truth while courting deceitSometimes bitter, sometimes sweetIt is water of life, it slakes our sadnessSo swallow, but do not be sw.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ZoeJones/707124/  You take the first drinkAnd you barely noticeThe world has not changedJust a drink with friendsLost in the flow of conversation You take another drinkUncaring, unconcerned, so easyAnd you talk some talkAnd the worries still nibble you awayBut you do.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ZoeJones/707103/ I’m coming backforward again…Moving forward, to get to where I was before:We think we grow, we advance, we achieve,But really, we stay still, in the same place,While the world moves around us,And moves us around. What free will?Our character willdetermine our fate.Ou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ZoeJones/697000/ My tranquility?I found itAmidst the chaos.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ZoeJones/693138/ I remember a daywhen I was about six…The day I saw the daffodil.It was as yellow as a ripe lemon at the edges,pale, and looking almost bleached,like my mother’s yellow cleaning rags,when they were old and faded from ammonia.It was playing it’s delicate trumpet fo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ZoeJones/693116/ I try, and I try again...because persistence is a virtue, right?I try, and I keep on trying... because you have to, right?I try to control the madness in my head...but my efforts always wind up dead. How could it be any other way,when the madness of my head,is the madness of the streets?It.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ZoeJones/691546/ I know things you don'tknowIwear things you wouldn't wearI goplaces you wouldn't goIbelieve things you don't believeSowhat would you have me do?Wherewill you put me?Howwill you deal?Formy fate is yoursTodecide, and to shareMydestiny is yours, a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ZoeJones/689155/ Picture fog…Grey, shifting, swirling.A cloak of nebulous silver,Between your eyes and the world.All sounds are slightly dulled, gagged. All you can feel is indistinct cold, damp.Out here, in this dancing, smoke-colored dream…Out here, beyond the very edge of longing,Wit.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ZoeJones/686021/ What is truth? That evasive chimeraTormentor of thinkersHunter of the guiltyAim of the honestLeader of the lost We may search for itPrize it above all elseBut we seek an illusionFor the harder we lookThe more faint it growsAnd as we grasp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ZoeJones/682708/ What you gonnafeel?When they comefor your soulCos they willtake youThey will comeAre you gonna beready for them?When the chaoscomes into the lightCos that is whenthey will comeWhat you gonnasay?What you gonnado?How will youlive?How will you.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ZoeJones/682704/ Homo sapiens.The wise man.Is this what we are? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ZoeJones/681125/ From virgin to Virginia,Smoke curls through clean night air,Beautiful and deadly,Every molecule heading for heaven or hell,Taking a little of my life with itOn its deadly and beautiful journeyTo... up there. Perhaps that poisoning smoke knows what Idon’t?.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ZoeJones/674550/ Part Onei. AlexandraAlexandra Sharper looks like her name...She is tall, and pointed, with high cheekbones.She has icy blue eyes, and ash blonde hair,Porcelain skin - but she is no china doll.She was brought up in the old fashioned way... She is harsh, and she is obedient.She is learned, a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ZoeJones/669913/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ZoeJones/669912/ I remember…Looking up at this same powder blue skyWith the occasional star becoming visibleAs the warm sunlight ebbs from the dayAnd then an aircraftMight have soared across my viewSilent and majestic, like a steel birdAnd trailing warm breath behind it…I remember.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ZoeJones/668562/ Walking on a cool grey shoreYou found a face in a stoneA flat grey stoneWith a smooth grey surfacePolished by the seaThe pearly soft greynessReflecting an entire oceanIt has a soft hardnessBoth stone and silkSlightly off the circleHeavier at one sideIt nes.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ZoeJones/666908/ Humility may be the downfall of humanityFor we must learn it every day of our livesWe are reminded of the fallacy of our kindYet we learn nothing by our failingsFor always there are fools who love We hurt and suffer and we yearn and hopeIt is our greatest achievement.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ZoeJones/666905/ Motivational speakers: Tuesday at 3.Earthquake kills thousands. But don’t worry: it’s in China. Girl, 16, set alight by boyfriend.Ghetto miseducation breeds talent?Millions spent and nothing achieved.World leaders meet in Copenhagen. Again.And reinventing the playground&h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ZoeJones/662863/ I don’t know why I feel this wayAnd I don’t know how to copeI know that I didn’t know enoughAbout fear or about love or hope Do I know too much or not enough?I don’t know my own twisted headI know enough to fear but one factWithout him, I .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ZoeJones/662859/ I’m sure there is no better pleasure in life                                         &nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ZoeJones/658790/ Joking and jesting on the road to hellYou threw it all away just to see where it fellLaugh in the glitter as sparkles spin and retreatDance as your life settles all round your feetYour moment is coming but already pastThe high always goes so f*****g fastSo chase ever faster till the day that you die.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ZoeJones/652125/ Wading through flood watersFighting against the ebb tideI'm struggling to find his sideIn the shadows of what went beforeA point of light on the horizonOr just a shimmer on the seaI will know whether it will beThe tide goes out and leaves the lightYou may not believe it at allOr you may not like it .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ZoeJones/652113/ When we have nothing, we worry that we have achieved nothing,But when the world kneels before us, it seems like as to nothing,And we worry then about protecting those sweet somethings, The somethings that we brought forth from those nothings,Those nothings we had before this new world beganAnd .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ZoeJones/652051/ Blue flowersBlack flowersBlooming in bloodRed flowersWhite flowersDarkness in bud Purple roses inthe garden of the soulBlack roses to beyour heart's shroudWhite buds open inthe light of the mindAnd petals falllike leaves from the book of your life.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ZoeJones/648522/ Where-ever the love has goneThey followed it as it slowly petered outNot noticing that the fizzling flameLed them through ever stranger backdropsThe ever-changing, twisted faces of situationColouring the subliminal with their marsh-lightOf subverted emotion and ever-ebbing tr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ZoeJones/647009/ It is but a blink and a lucky roll of thediceSince our race survived the miserable iceSince we could die as quick as frail mice Since we hunted and struggled and foughtSince we died from any small injury we gotSince we knew only what the earth taught Now m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ZoeJones/646769/ Everyone sees a different colourA million minds divergingTwisted point of viewMight prevailThe revolutionaries are no moreNobody is fighting the tideRiots in small villagesWorld has diedTax the rich and feed the poorThe concrete cube peopleSo let them eat cake.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ZoeJones/646721/ And so here it comesThis union of hearts and soulsReady to be sanctified and declaredMade public, killed and then re-born anewStronger and somehow purer, or so they still sayBecause we did it and said it and wrote it down foreverMarriage is an oddityOr so it seems to be sometimesIt.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ZoeJones/644415/ Forested devastation….The beauty of the butterflyCannot flutter in the windEverything degrades in the endFlower and filth and fluorideAll alike in her bountiful bellyOf earth and stone and hellfire….Amid cactus blooms andconcreteChemical stains and contoursWhat is.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ZoeJones/641115/