http://slow.writerscafe.org/ShelbyBeatle The original writings of author Shelby en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776029136 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Six years later http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShelbyBeatle/1464902/ "Time to get up, Tiger!"   Tiger Reynolds groaned, pulling himself out of bed. It was the second wake up call from his mum, and he knew there wouldn't be a third. Stumbling to his dresser, he started pulling out clothes, then headed for the bathroom. Once he'd showered and brushed his teet.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShelbyBeatle/1463790/ An eleven year old boy is kidnapped and six years later is struggling with his new life http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShelbyBeatle/1463788/ Based a little on LOTR, a little on Narnia, and a little on life. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShelbyBeatle/839703/ I saw myself in a mirror in profile and it was the first realization of what I'd become. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShelbyBeatle/773668/ Why is everything always about race? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShelbyBeatle/772366/ How we all feel sometimes. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShelbyBeatle/762504/ Inspired by a night at The Crib http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShelbyBeatle/754080/ A Simple song about losing someone you love. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShelbyBeatle/750324/ Lofn (LAW-ven) is the Norse goddess of forbidden love. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShelbyBeatle/748220/ Adam and EveFirst love of the world.Don’t you wishYou had that title?No.Adam spentEvery single f*****g dayWith Eve,What can I say?I’d rather payWith a few broken heartsThe choice to chooseThan to play those sorry parts.Poor EveNever knew the differenceShe ne.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShelbyBeatle/745618/ Just a description of a novella I wrote. Let me know if I should post it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShelbyBeatle/740604/ Every dayI make my breath bateAs I impatiently waitFor him to come. Every few minutesI check the clock,Bite my nails,Roll my eyesAt my ridiculous,MeticulousLove sickness.My puppy dog delightWhen he grins,My frustrated plightOf self-generated sins,So I force my mindTo .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShelbyBeatle/725467/ Sitting and laughing,Your smileTurns my heart overAnd silently I Ask you toRescue me.Darling, please take meIn your armsTake me overWith silly charms,But your eyes can’t seeAnd you’re deaf to me.So, shrugging,I’ll laugh alongThough it will feelOh so wr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShelbyBeatle/725466/ I don’t need a creatorCause I’ve got hell on earthI’ve been told I need GodTo make life mean…Something, butWhen I go to Sleep at nightI don’t see the light,Prayer can’t make this right.If God is deadIt’s fine with meThe difference is n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShelbyBeatle/725462/ Come to San FranciscoWhere we’ve gotThong wearingPanda bearingBasemen so daring, thatWe fear the beardAnd like it weirdCause we’ll never ever Have it sheared.In our cityWe like our FreakThe freaky-deak who’sNever meek, never weakWill always seekThe perfe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShelbyBeatle/725459/ You think I'm shyYou think I'm quietOn my own word dietBut baby it's impossibleTo understand my mindSo I try to leave it behindI have too much to sayIf on;y I were ableStuck inside my made up labelMy common breakfast table fableSo I just sit back and listenTo your incessant cha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShelbyBeatle/705968/ Who am IWhen I'm sad?For a momentWhen I hadNothing to be here for? Who am IWhen I'm furious?The rage building upWith the violence of the curious? Who am I When I hurt?When I've been upAgainst the curt? Who am I? Wo do I turn toWhen the joy bu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShelbyBeatle/705952/ I have a secretI won’t give up my net just yetBecause I have a secret.My mind wandersMy brain ponders and wondersI because I know what’s underMy blanket at homeThe home were I’ll roamInto the armsThe silenced alarms and uninformed harmsOf my little secret.At h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShelbyBeatle/699157/ TodayI am sad.Tears burn at the edgeAnd I fight for control.My loss,Though it was, perhaps,Of my own constructionAnd wrought in the Hidden corners of my mindIt is stillMy loss. I won’t speak of itOr inform others how it pains meForcing my throat toHold back its crie.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShelbyBeatle/699156/ You came up behind meYour shoes movingSo quietlyI didn’t hear youBut I knewSomehow that you were thereYour reflection Made your intentionBareAnd I pretendedI couldn’t see your faceYou put your arms around meMy heart spinning in placeSmiling at our mirrorOur im.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShelbyBeatle/693602/ This is just a nightmareAny momentI will be woken upBy someone beloved.This is just a nightmare.This can’t be realityFor I knowHow things are meant to beAnd it’s not this.ThisIs just a nightmare.The tears on your facesAre not made by youThe destruction of your h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShelbyBeatle/688989/ Why are my decisionsAlways wrong?Why,When I believe I am making the choice That is right for everyone,Does it all fallTo pieces before my eyes?I must be brokenTo cause so much painThere must be something wrongWith meTo somehow forever be the originOf unimaginable hurtTo any.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShelbyBeatle/688975/ Told from the point of view of a man. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShelbyBeatle/682524/ It's a b***h losing people. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShelbyBeatle/682011/ My silent goodbye. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShelbyBeatle/678803/ Love feels so goodWhen your smile mirrors mineThe haze surrounding lifeYou've somehow cleared awayTaking the smokeInto your handsAnd using it for yourOwn devicesIf only I could see throughOur smoke and mirrors love. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShelbyBeatle/677060/ Rash, recherché, remedy and rhapsodyRight away you know howTo make me laugh,Smile so joyfulHold a beat with a lightFlick, a quick tapA quip I cannot matchAnd we are laughing tooHard to breatheFarcical drummer boy, myStar so sempiternal and social. Jocose, clever.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShelbyBeatle/677058/ A healthy curiosityIn sexStunted by one momentA moment never spokenAcknowledged or rememberedBut forever heldInside it happens againOver and overA veil held before itHazy and blurredThe mind can forgetBut the heart always knowsAnd a person changedForevermore holds in contem.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShelbyBeatle/674320/ I cried last nightAnd I don’t know whyMy bed was drenchedIn tears unnamed.Help me DaddyTell me what I did wrongI’m sitting here in unsung fearSlowly reinforcingThe walls built around meIn curlicues and spiralsThe lovely maze of my Unlovely mindAnd ghosts I cannot .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShelbyBeatle/674311/ I am anArtist.They say Art Is Dead.Woops,Guess I missed thatMemoBecause I am an artist.You know what that makes me?Selfish, egotistical, needy, narcissistic, self-centered, And a voice for the voiceless,Can I make your voice say my name?Maybe if I move youYou’ll cry,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShelbyBeatle/674297/ This is about my brother, who got a college education and is now jobless, moneyless, and depending on me, his younger sister, for money, phone access, etc. He's become slightly cynical. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShelbyBeatle/672325/ Slowly, she got into her car, buckled her seatbelt, and pulled out of her parking space. She pulled her car up to the exit of the parking lot. Pausing, she considered which way to go. Right would take her home, where the inevitable awaited her. Left was escape, the downtown paradise of momentary for.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShelbyBeatle/671551/ Chapter 6   The next week passed achingly slowly. Jessica and Nelson trailed after me all day every day, teasing me about missing Paul. I hated how I wore my heart on my sleeve.Mom was kind enough to not mention the guys again, but it didn’t take a psychic to see she w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShelbyBeatle/670738/ Chapter Five  On Thursday, John, Paul, Benny, and David boarded a plane and vanished to a city where they were surely greeted with excitement and euphoria none of us had ever experienced. I went to school.“So they’re really in LA right now?” Jessica asked. “.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShelbyBeatle/670736/ Chapter Four  “How can he be busy on the one day we need him?” John asked frustratedly, pacing back and forth in front of the bus stop restlessly.“Chill out, he’s got a job,” Paul said, sitting back on the blue bench and smoking contentedly. “We&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShelbyBeatle/670733/ Chapter Three              “We need another guitarist now that Chris is going to college. The guys’ll be glad. Besides, I’m the talent. I should decide who’s in and who isn’t.”Paul played a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShelbyBeatle/670729/ I opened your boxPandoraAnd evil came flying outWith heartacheAnd fearWith sicknessAnd hate.I'm sorry PandoraButI knew hope was at the bottomAnd heMade everything worth it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShelbyBeatle/669395/ StrumCallused fingersAnd make musicThat guitar soundMakes my heartSoar, burst,Sing along in loveAnd ecstasy.Say goodbye textbooksFormulasReasonFor my soul belongs toThe pianos, the drumsThe harmonica and the sitarBut to the guitar most of all.So strumAnd my body will .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShelbyBeatle/669091/ He has colorHiding beneath his skinSo brightI can almost discern itShifting and changingGreens and blues and huesOf purpleSunny gold splashing stunninglyBeside rose pinkBeside turquoiseBeside his apple vivid heart.How can the murkeyGrays, blacks, brownsThe dull, luster.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShelbyBeatle/669088/ Inspired by R.E.M.'s Nightswimming. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShelbyBeatle/668944/  This poem is for you.The summer has come and goneAnd I've lost you in winter.Calling out, I hope you hearAnd follow my fearTo me.They would say you're gone for goodThat I am calling into empty airThey would say we're too farSeperated by too muchTo ever touchAgain.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShelbyBeatle/667033/ My love for you will never end,Though you are dead and goneMy ache for you must live on.One day, when the earth swallows me up,They will say my pain has ended.They are wrong.My shattered heart will beCarried on. In the flesh of my childrenAnd the ashes of my bodyWill my loss be h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShelbyBeatle/666287/ Chapter Two  The next day passed unbearably slowly. John, of course, wasn’t at school, and Paul texted me all day about how awesome the band was. They were called The Preying Men �" get the pun? It felt like days before I was able to escape.“You’re goi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShelbyBeatle/666265/ I started these but never finished them. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShelbyBeatle/666205/  I walk the streetsAnd every person that passes by is youAnd in my head,We are doing it.Sure, maybe it's all imaginary,But that doesn't mean it's not deliciousAnd passionateAnd every bit as real as when we actually,You know,Do it.And at work,When my manager is screaming.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShelbyBeatle/666193/ Dream-boundIs my labelStarry-eyed,Head in the clouds.I've been them allPerhaps I still am.They tell me"Get your head out of the clouds, damn it!Put your feet on the ground!"Oh my earth,I do love youBut my head will not come downWill not obey their orders.It follows it's.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShelbyBeatle/666181/  Bonding over The BeatlesWon't give me cause to forgiveAnd though I am destined alwaysTo know you, and perhaps,Deep down, love youI can never forgive you.I pretend to smile,Pulling the corners of my mouth awayIn a failed attempt at happiness,And I dutifully join in t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShelbyBeatle/665687/ All they wanted wasTo live by their own rulesAnd follow the pathOf love and peace.But as the world around them Changed,So did they.And the ensuing warTore them apart. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShelbyBeatle/665208/ Young love Like volcanoesTornadoesCreation, destructionAnd you and IAre in love.Snow falling slowlyHail pounding pavementYou and I touchAnd explosionsErosionsErupting, falling awayAnd we control it all.Hearts beatBombs fallLips brushFires rageYou and I make wav.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShelbyBeatle/665186/