http://slow.writerscafe.org/JoshuaSauerborn The original writings of author joshua sauerborn en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1779880401 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 this poem is about a man murdered by his fiancee so she could marry his enemy, he then watches them at their honeymoon as a gohst. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JoshuaSauerborn/1837359/  The stars above my headshine bright, bright red,everything around me looks dead, dead, dead.  I stand on the thing thatI truly despise,wearing a disguiseof dirt. It devours me from theinside till the outside,washing me up like a vigorous tide. The rotten apple spi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JoshuaSauerborn/1823957/  I walked this pitch dark hallfor too long now and the lights still won't turn on,I've seen enough now, but when will it be gone, it's nothing but ashallow pond. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JoshuaSauerborn/1821351/ The box you kept me in is week and fragileand I have broken it,You haven't noticed all the timeswhen I tried to kill you or whenI threw stones at you with my mouth,you are now flesh and bonesbut I am waiting for you to be ash and dust.Papa, papa your fatGerman beard brushes againstmy cheek when you .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JoshuaSauerborn/1821343/  This ones for dad,that ones for that day, underneaththat one is for my agonising life.What is this? I hate the life timethat spins around me,slice the carrot, red as a strawberry.Let it shed, let it shed.They burn.It makes me feel better,joy, joy, joy.Tears are shed,slits, slits, slits, slitss.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JoshuaSauerborn/1821331/ I want to get to the gates as badlyas the moon wants to get to the darkduring the day.Every breathe, every stepevery thought that I take a pieceof me falls.It's like living in a small dark box,trying to escape,but not if the moon never falls,still waiting for the gates to call,watching all the stars.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JoshuaSauerborn/1821327/  The sun shines for no reasonat all,accept to see the people fall. There's nothing in this worldthat I truly desire,my hope for passing the finishline is brighter than fire,I'm f*****g insaneliving with the pain.  When the darkness arrivesI look into the skyand smile like sunshin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JoshuaSauerborn/1821320/ 1   Her bulging eyes bonded with the snow-white paper that sat in her typewriter. finally , her tanned hands met with the machine and finished off her article on cooking, ‘Miss Betty.’ Her talent was extraordinary, she was very swell with her job, but when her boss walked into .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JoshuaSauerborn/1821318/ Every second, every minute,every day, feels like a million years.When will it be over, the pain and the tears,every drop of rain, every moment of fear.The stars shine as bright as any flame,I don't see anything except for shadows and shame,you said you don't want  to see me go,I just want to sa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JoshuaSauerborn/1821315/