http://slow.writerscafe.org/JMWise The original writings of author J.M. Wise en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776189810 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Enough of the petty bullshit,Today’s problems are trivial.The world isn’t your safe havenSuccess isn’t earned, it’s taken. So go ahead and hide your kids,Don’t show them what bad people did.Let them be in their world of bliss,Go to b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JMWise/1907711/ Ugliness isubiquitous,Our hatred even moreheinous.The nation is splitacross raceIgnorance painted onfaces. Violence is apriorityTearing apart society.Differences decidewho we hateAnd we stop toappreciate. Assumptions murderinnocence.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JMWise/1890355/ Happiness is fleeting, abruptly usurped.It is meant for some, for others it is earned.Bottomless potholes of depression aboundIt seems to me that happiness can’t be found.I succumb to a pothole reeling me inAll happiness is earned, all life has an end.Ephemeral happiness flocks around hereBut .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JMWise/1877568/ Oh Heineken, my Heineken.Your sweet taste has eluded me.A factor of sobriety,But you started my undoing. Oh, I see you brought company.Mr. Daniels, I must presume.Dry and bold, you were my essence;Now you’re just a fond memory. Is that a third .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JMWise/1870565/ Sleep evades me, a stunning impervious mothSeemingly aloof on tireless wings escapesInto the shadow of my mind’s eye; blackness now. Oh how I have longed for the feel of those sweet wings,Lacey and delicate, they guide my eyelids homeInto a land of blissful ignoran.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JMWise/1862226/ Cold steel against my temple,My finger on the trigger.Who out here has love for me?I wish it was that simple. I used to be so happy,My malcontent had no root.Who out here has love for me?Goddamn this poem’s sappy. My ceiling appeared endless,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JMWise/1857381/ Chapter One            A crisp, sobering Thursday morning air fills my lungs as I awake on a cold bench in Buckhead. “What the f**k happened last night?” I ask no one, exasperated by my own idiocy. The fact of the matter is that .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JMWise/1856037/ Hypocrisy has run rampant over striped stars,The winners have won, those who have not want war.The protesting is outlandish, people have rights.If someone is wrong, that never means you should fight. But this is politics; it has no right or wrong.It has winners and loser.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JMWise/1854811/ Thoughts upon thoughts are compounding my mind.These thoughts keep me up, devouring time.I lie in fitful silence, my mind strivesTo seek all the answers; why must I live? It’s been too many hours since I slept.My eyes look baggy, my hair is unkempt.But still my.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JMWise/1850087/ Clarity is a leading light,Prometheus to my discrepancies. I follow through the dark, trying to stay straight and narrow. But in this cave it comes to pass, Sorrow is surely to follow. My path has broadened, deviated understatesAnd bleak appears my tomorrow.&nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JMWise/1848018/ MalignantPessimism is malignantDeath to all of my hopes and dreams.It traps me in a cursed cornerThe root of it deep in my seams. My mind is like a prison cell,Cold, unforgiving and dreary.Its walls are stone, blank and aloneI wait for someone to steer me... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JMWise/1846600/ ViceA person is defined by their vicesThey shape them, mold their malleable form.We don’t realize that these things have pricesTheir consequences begin to take form. The problems start small, but will surely growInto something you can no longer tame.Your vi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JMWise/1846347/ Pen v sword, which one is for you? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JMWise/1844053/ PainIt awakens us to ourown mortalityWarns of things soonto come.But what is to bedone when it’s not realityThe source of italready done. Pain is a messenger,its meaning simple.Like the curling oflips, the appearance of a dimple.But this meaning.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JMWise/1842863/ Politically relevant poem about today's stance towards law enforcement http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JMWise/1841872/ Allegorical Poem http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JMWise/1841860/