http://slow.writerscafe.org/juhnayqwa The original writings of author Jenneka en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776205548 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 A story from my early high school years. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/juhnayqwa/1249986/ Take care what you ask of me, ‘Cause I can’t say no to you.Ask me to fly, ask me to bleed.I can’t say no to you. I could give you all your dreamsI can’t say no to you.I could kill, because it seemsI can’t say no to you. If you don’t w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/juhnayqwa/1142304/ Where do I fallshort?Sometimes I wonder.If I was a beauty,would you still see through me?And would you stilllove her? How can I fix myself?Tell me how to changemy mind.Well, if I waspretty, I think you’d be with me.And leave her behind.&nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/juhnayqwa/1137720/ I had faith in you.I still want to.You said you lovedme,And I loved you too. Until we die.You spoke of trust.Until she cameBetween us. Until we die.Said I was yourfriendYou abandoned meIn the end. Until we die.You cut.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/juhnayqwa/1137719/ I don’t want to hearthe truth.Lie to me please,that’s all I want from you.Please don’t say thatI was nothing.Even though I knowthat it’s true. I don’t want to letyou go.Lie to me please; Ijust don’t want to know.Don&rsq.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/juhnayqwa/1137111/ Do you ever even think of them? The pain you put them through?They’ll never be functional adults, and it’s all because of you.You’ve destroyed our childhoods, our innocence, and our strengthFor a couple of bottles, couple of bucks, and a couple of abusive skanks.They don&rs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/juhnayqwa/1068639/ A home isn’t a home if your cold and alone.You’re heart’s in the same place, but what’s filled it has now gone.All you see are their shadows, though you know you’re on your own.You wish with all your heart, just to reap the seams you’ve sewn. But th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/juhnayqwa/1068054/ I’ve got ambition, much like anyone.It’s like a sidewalk, my drive, my ambition.But I’ve got these cracks, setbacks, these afflictions.These flaws in this concrete, they’re holding me back.I push and I claw, I bite, I attack.This hunger within me fights on toward it.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/juhnayqwa/1068053/ Everyone loves the circus.Though it is always new and exciting, you all get betrayed.Being fooled by the wild and beautiful creatures of entertainment.I believe life is like a circus.You watch the strange and beautiful, in disgust.You admire the glitz and razzle-dazzle,Though you know th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/juhnayqwa/1068052/ I feel as if most days, I’m broken.A broken person.A bug crushed under the feet of every other a*****e trying to get ahead.I try to believe that one day I’ll be fixed, but I won’t.At least I don’t believe I will.I fill myself with anything that I can reach, to sooth.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/juhnayqwa/1068051/ Inspired by a friend of mine with a low self-esteem. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/juhnayqwa/1068049/ I'm lame. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/juhnayqwa/1068047/ We all have that dream.That hunger for something.The want that we’ll do anything to appease.The dreams are always too big to carry in our child-like hands,Too far away to reach from where we stand.We’re waiting. Watching.Looking for an answer that won’t be coming, but f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/juhnayqwa/1068046/ More goofing off. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/juhnayqwa/1068045/ Just goofing off in class. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/juhnayqwa/1068044/ Lady bracknell. [Sitting down.] You can take a seat, Mr. Worthing.[Looks in her pocket for note-book and pencil.]Jack. Thank you, Lady bracknell, I prefer standing.Lady bracknell. [Pencil and note-book in hand.] I feel bound to tell you that you are not down on my list of eligible young me.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/juhnayqwa/881525/ I wrote this at about 3-4 in the morning. I just kindof let loose abunch of thoughts. Wanted to keep it somewhere. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/juhnayqwa/830740/ Yet another piece from age 13. The point is pretty obvious. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/juhnayqwa/735059/ Yet another piece from the past. I wrote this two years ago at 13 years old. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/juhnayqwa/734493/ I was going through a rough time about a year ago, and my father and I had some time where we didn't quite see eye to eye. This was written then. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/juhnayqwa/734488/ Ha. Fairytales. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/juhnayqwa/730129/ This is about my best friend... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/juhnayqwa/673370/ We are cool. And stuff. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/juhnayqwa/654079/