J. Cole | WritersCafe.org http://slow.writerscafe.org/jcd The original writings of author J. Cole en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776043880 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 i called you god because i liked the way it felt inside my stomach something is clawing:a sound, a muffled heartbeat, a caged animal.i fill the lines in,i take another bath in your leftover water and i thinki've grown closer to slipping.the world hasn't shone on us. the world hasn't even really noticedthe way we build nests just to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jcd/705661/ we were made of wood of all the things i leave behind, this always makes me cry the most http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jcd/705568/ I wish you could see the way we are i started typing in black, without being able to see what i am writingand i thought this is like being blinded by the sunbeing blinded by candlelightand being born knowing the differencewe run away,we’re running now while standing stilland i will answer when he calls meevery ti.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jcd/705131/ climbing is necessary awakeawakeawakeand i think there's something missing behind my eyes,i think there used to be this color, maybe it was blue, thatonce was a light around my pupil and it came clear and helped us focusand you said it was the prettiest blue you'd ever seen but i couldn't tell if you were just be.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jcd/705126/ Big Sur she's driving down Highway Onewith the backseat full of newly purchased wine bottlesshe's been at this a while,gliding through the turnswith his hand rested on her thighshe can barely keep her eyes on the roadwith the beauty of the coastline in sightyou're watching heryou're tr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jcd/702824/ run-on hope you’re having fun getting overme getting over youwhile it all carries forward moves on looks back and says good luck tothe wicked dying rejects in a world disgraced by their own opinions and while theycarry baggage from generation to generation and you all liewe all lie andw.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jcd/702815/ the first time i became a monster it’s starting to become a hunger,a hunt for meat that does not belong to memeat that i can kill with my bare handswithout feeling any guiltit’s creeping down my chest into my pants into my feetas i walk by himhe has a perplexing grin on a teenage faceand i wonder if the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jcd/702335/