http://slow.writerscafe.org/Jayren The original writings of author Just Jayren en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776166219 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Only when the home isempty does the draw openThe draw where not evenprivacy can intrude  Slowly tiptoeingtowards the bedfeet caressing nakedfloorboards Thoughts frolicking withmemories of excitementand exploring galleryof venereal images depicting every flour.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jayren/1368582/ Warped by a historicalcontext My mind shackled andtormented  Wrapping myself in myown armstrying to console mymemories trying to consult thehazy comfort desperately trying tosmash through a glass ceiling  The pathological remnantsof a parade.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jayren/1327474/ Calmly imagining my ideal valentines evening while playfully cursing her under my breaththroughout the dayfor teasing me for week about some sort of ‘surprise’she’s been imagining followed by an bewildered giggle as I wipe away someof the saliva from my lips.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jayren/1314543/ Feeling her presence before the doorbell even rings An elixir of excitement and anticipation siphoning theair around meThe numinous projection reeling throughout my body That thought provoking smile lavished across her face brought on by the comical struggle to pass a si.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jayren/1285601/ I'm learning :P http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jayren/1255760/ Channelling the energy through my tainted mindScreaming ‘BOSS’, with ridiculous dog barksIt’s lucky that I can KrumpAnimalistic tendencies causing my face to constrictand screw at social sincerity that has an oversized ARTIFICIAL stamp ablaze over it complete with bloo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jayren/1252777/ For Robbie My Sex Therapist http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jayren/1251820/ Turning my nose up atthe ludicrous notion of‘Splendid Isolation’ Hours spent in unnecessarylimboPicking up extra shiftsfor seemingly mundane reasons Investing my wage in ajar labelled ? Hands feeling lostHome feeling soullessDisem.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jayren/1251074/  Does the possession of knowledgelegitimise action through deliberationDoes the actionundertaken warrant the course Does the course presenta definitive sense of thought and response  An unnerving habit ofquestion each material in the fabric presented before us.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jayren/1230387/ Calm A simple aroma of calm swaying throughme A storm's brewing, as if this sway of'calm'is a light spray of wind caressing meon the edge of a cliffIt all seeming oddly sensual The essence of soothing riddles myconsciousness The idea of contemplation is on a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jayren/1137885/ Looking into my mind’seyeand seeing a montage ofmy life. But like a candle flamein the wind it wasall unstable anddistortedEverything seemed likea winter’s night wheredarkness lingered forlonger and thus the darkness with me Too muchTh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jayren/1047795/ Giving myself quizzical looksLooks of distaste andconfusion Hands shuddering at thesheer lack of Consciousness behindthe actions perusedin an invisible impetuousmovement   Forgetting how to smileseemed all too easy  Remembering thoseacti.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jayren/1037540/ NoSimply no  Looking into my palms,with much uncertaintywhile being overwhelmedby a sense of anxiety    My hands feel like a cemeteryall cold and filledwith heartache and sorrow no amount of internalscreaming will wash away theshr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jayren/1009792/ Wondering if there’s anypoint in my body still breathing Wondering if there’sany point of my name being muttered Wondering if there’sany point as to why I still stand  I’m waiting forsomething I don’t actually believe inI’m wat.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jayren/997375/ Listening to theloquacious spiritthat works endlessly tomake sense of my world the tantric nature of silentchanting which only my heart canhear  Darkness looms outsidethe sanctuary I’ve createdyet my eyes do not tireyet my mouth does notyawn .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jayren/993446/ Hundreds create meaningfor billions Only hundreds questionsthe ‘meanings’ meaning To many set an accordwithin pre-conceived boundariesWith no notion ofpossible potential Or a heartfelthappiness an endless endurancepersists with the acceptance of l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jayren/985580/ I got the idea to create this from the ideals of Ken Robinson, and his theory on education http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jayren/980145/ Eyes slowly adjusting to the sun rays bearing down through the gaps in the blinds. Adjusting my back with a somewhat devilish grin at the lingerie she’s wearing covered in the colour and language of lust as her eyes follow suit.  Opening the blinds and instantly she accentuates t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jayren/978445/ Sitting on the verge of a bed with my backhunched passed my knees as my head tilts wile I stare into space  Holding a bottle of Jack like my son with one hand and balancing a cigarette between two of my fingers in the other  I just had sex for all the wrong reasons; no.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jayren/942287/ An endless persuit of perfection plagues the sort time I have  Aches, pains, and internal bruising leave my hands spending more time patrolling my face than chasing their own dreams  Any attempt of reading the book of posibilities forces my eyes to squint as the words simply become impossi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jayren/939960/ This is no mere Arabian landscapebecause golden earth can be seenwith much discussion of appreciation. I feel stuck in beautiful quicksand.Easily be vacuumed into my demise,or some chance of a patient rescue. Taking deep, considerable breaths. I just don’t kn.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jayren/876899/ No ammount of occupation can keep your mind at ease http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jayren/813183/ When it comes to choosing what to do, people find themselves lost and too often the answer is far from the one you was expecting http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jayren/694707/ The inspiration for this came from the song 'Pretty Wings - from Maxwell' http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jayren/674392/ Came up with this in school, when we had to combine the two wordsn together and this is wha I got. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jayren/672523/ Wrote this in a complete breakdown, so I decided to write but I didn't rele know what I was writing until I finished it. This was enspierd b my own tears. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jayren/671385/ As I remain all that exists of meI am my own universe As I represent myself as my own nationLord Kitchener shows no hesitation as to say I need youI need youI need you to fulfill my desire which rivals my basic need for air to breatheI do not know how But you've managed to become the spiraling centr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jayren/670373/ It's pretty self explanitary, but I put a great emphasis on how people may seem on the outside and their emotions are completly contridictory. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jayren/670287/ I wrote this as a way of emphasising how some people may feel for another yet lack the basic belife in themselvs to try as they alredy come to the own conclusion. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jayren/670279/