http://slow.writerscafe.org/BacktoBlack The original writings of author J. B. en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776067653 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 i rememberbeing youngertelling myself that I&rsquo;d growinto my own successnot imagining I&rsquo;d feelthe waning of the world around mei rememberimagining myselfto be a great warriorbut war is not a thingto seek greatness fromand I am bereft of any valori rememberglim.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BacktoBlack/2953571/ Love and lust http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BacktoBlack/2906372/ I wonder if you know. Can you feel it too?the stone sinks and the feather floats and both tossed, effortlessly by the pull of the Moon. Hephaestus strikes the anvil, hammer in hand and fire in heartand the mountain stands firm, deeply rooted and reaching for infinity, tossing sto.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BacktoBlack/2905649/ I keep waitingfor the crash of thunder to rumble and the inevitable tumble down the hill, mud soaked and thesmell of earthworms in my haireventually I will hit rock bottoma pebble in a stone valley.you greet me in hushed tonesa whisper, hope lingering on the lips and maple eyes to .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BacktoBlack/2902629/ It was your eyes then it was your words and this wild hope caught fire in meconsuming meand I forget myself.I let you in to fan the flames to quench this desire to know youthe reckless craving to love youAnd here I am, teetering on the edge of it alljumping to float or jumping to f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BacktoBlack/2901378/ this is the chorus of another song of mine called "Footprints" which is out on some platforms. If you're interested to hear it, feel free to ask me for the links. :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BacktoBlack/2166662/ a short poem inside of a longer piece of mine that is actually a song I wrote. enjoy. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BacktoBlack/2166661/ I was riding the NYC metro when I looked beside me, witnessing an older black American man reading a headline that read "Lyching now made a hate crime." How did that man feel reading that headline? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BacktoBlack/2166659/ This poem is a unique twist of perspective and word play. Perspective: you, the onlooker, the subject; I want the reader to ponder what they read, including how the title ties into it all. Enjoy. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BacktoBlack/2145239/ what is&nbsp; darkbut the absence of light.what is &nbsp; colorbut, &nbsp;light in the dark. what are webut, sundials and gravestones. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BacktoBlack/2113706/ the most&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;significantpart of a&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; memoryis the&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; living of It. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BacktoBlack/2113705/ The drumbeats&nbsp;beats&nbsp;beatsthe pounding song of my heartrallying cry of my soulthe rhythm that screams for unity.the drummy heartmy soulbeats&nbsp;beats&nbsp;beatsand then I &nbsp;only exists in echos echos echos http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BacktoBlack/2104287/ the truth&nbsp;a shot of whiskey you've already taken, knowing how strong it was;&nbsp;we have the choice to swallow it whole and accept it for the reality that it is,&nbsp;or spit it out and ignore the fact we ever knew the taste of it.&nbsp;but, much like pridethe truth has always been hard to swa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BacktoBlack/2100217/ a palindrome http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BacktoBlack/2099629/ you decide how you relate to this piece... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BacktoBlack/2099584/ urban erotica http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BacktoBlack/2071136/ based off the ethopian proverb "friend is a mirror" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BacktoBlack/2069933/ These are the lyrics of another song of mine, addressing the ongoing racism towards people of color: particular blacks. Warning. Racial slang is included in this piece. Enjoy http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BacktoBlack/2067718/ lyrics to a song of mine called "daddies hands (tell stories) hope you enjoy :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BacktoBlack/2051358/ II am I am quicksandin the sudden fall to an unknowndepth.I I am I am painted glass found in holy halls in transparent hues of pastel pinksand opaque bluesYou You areYou are but the bottom,the bottom of the quick-sand pit, drowning out all senseof self I was a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BacktoBlack/2017699/ a philosophical take on the concept of being infinite http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BacktoBlack/2011345/ erotica http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BacktoBlack/2009106/ Oh moist and fresh, wet toweletteyour lovely scent upon my brown eye.many times my puckered rump and thee hath met Oh long live the lovely, wet toweletteWhen deeds are done on porcelain thronesqueezed with ease or pushed with force(though natural flow is what I endorse)Oh nay be bet.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BacktoBlack/2008940/ An excerpt from my book entitled "let it be known" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BacktoBlack/2005024/ In memory of MLK Jr. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BacktoBlack/1997962/ Because I could not stop for Death, he kindly stopped for mebut I was not quite ready yethe tried to argue, my mind was sethis eyes did glare, he got upsetbut his request was still just metwith "f**k off, and let me be" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BacktoBlack/1986821/ to my younger brother, with all the love an older brother can muster. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BacktoBlack/1986342/ selfie culture.a snap of self reflectionand two more snaps&nbsp;of self- re-flexinevidence of yourself-reflex-to-shunsmile pretty for the camera http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BacktoBlack/1986175/ adult content. this is chapter one and will be continued in other chapters. enjoy ;) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BacktoBlack/1986151/ smilesthe act of smiling causes wrinkles to form in the skin around the mouth and on the cheek proof that happiness comes with imperfections http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BacktoBlack/1986082/ a journey of self reflection from the mind of a combat veteran, upon coming back home, and finally being able to start the talk about "what happened over there" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BacktoBlack/1985821/ Don't trip on your good intentions as you walk away http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BacktoBlack/1985789/ SometimesIn the quietest moments of the dayInside my headWith my heart on my sleeve;the world passes by around meIn seconds, made into hoursslow and sweetThe real becomes the illusionalThe delusion becomes the tangibleSometimesThe only time I feel is&nbsp;in the loudest moments&nbsp;alone in my head.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BacktoBlack/1985787/ Ignorance is bliss.orThe blissful practice ignorance.I find accuracy in the second&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;and only ignorance in the first.&nbsp;A statement of ignorance procured from the blissful ignorant.Perhaps religious or political in origin?&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BacktoBlack/1970736/ Indulge upon my restless dreamsgrandeur of past and present kingsdither not, my rapture keepmake blithe my heart, elated keepthe deeper burns love doth leave behindfresh upon the skin, remaina sweet reminder of some past flameand blistered skin, to crack againfear not, the burns are beauty yetand st.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BacktoBlack/1965007/ peoplethe passerby with vague expressions;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; the foretelling of the oblivious.bald heads, red heads&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;limping left leg of an old woman carrying&nbsp;bundles of groceries in brown paper bags down sidewalks, uneven and crackedlong over-dueto be paved anewdista.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BacktoBlack/1959408/ A real womanknows no boundaries; heeds not the boundaries set by a society of men, enforced by men.She knows no such boundaries. She fights and rattles the chains forged for her seclusion to omit her&nbsp;from inclusion.A real woman can heal with but the slightest of touch and woundwith naught but h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BacktoBlack/1959396/ <3 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BacktoBlack/1959388/ Two roads diverge in a wood, and Isee them both for what they are;roads made by feet that came before&nbsp;one over-grown and one traveled moreneither road seems the wiseror calls to me louder than the otherboth were made by people who&nbsp;like mestood here, pondering on which to takeand as I stand.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BacktoBlack/1959386/ Fight the Man! This piece has MANY historical and political references in it. Questions about any of them, don't be afraid to ask. This piece is meant to be spoken, as if a sermon. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BacktoBlack/1959370/ How do I feel what you cannot? Feeding off the energy that bleeds from everyone around me; in large crowds it is nigh an unbearable allowance; that of a tormentous tumult of raging emotion that causes a consistent and ever-persevering feeling of self depreciation.How can I feel what you cannot?I fee.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BacktoBlack/1958724/ An inside look into the minds of children who get neglected and abused while in the U.S foster care systems; an ongoing but unspoken problem. Unspoken until now. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BacktoBlack/1958525/ is the practice of&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;- common-decencya direct result of lack of *change&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; is lack of common *senseSomething we all have in common http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BacktoBlack/1956985/ Beauty is in the eye of the beholderand, oh! How beautiful thee&nbsp;must glisten in the eyes of all!and of mine own,this troubled mind finds utmost tranquility.a glistering ray of suna soft whisper of natures' pure and radiant voicehas naught the least bit comparison,for comparison is needed, not.&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BacktoBlack/1956978/ For once in my lifeI have nothing to writebut now, nothing is something thatalways feels right, as&nbsp;writing that nothingof something so lightand writing that somethingthat some think is nothingbut nothing is somethingIsn't that right? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BacktoBlack/1956624/ I speak to her with my eyesbut her ears hear only silenceAnd her pounding heart matchesthe pace with which she walks awayMy ears hear only footsteps.My eyes see only the empty space she left behind.The pavement leaves no trace of you.Did I imagine you the whole time?How vivid my imagination to break.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BacktoBlack/1956615/ Ain't it always when we seeour reflection staring back at we,it's cleaner than 'that other guys'I suppose it comes as no surprise.I listen to the stereo-types of thoseI choose to beAt least I see the choice is mine.At least the faults are recognized.Ignorance is just indifferencewith little chance t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BacktoBlack/1956614/ These are the lyrics to one of my songs: for my music, go to www.soundcloud.com/jerimiah-black http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BacktoBlack/1956610/ Insults, insults, are no fununless you insult everyone.Insults,insults, aren't a gameunless your victim feels the shame.Insults, insults, go to showwho is boss, and who's below.Insults, insults, are only forthe Insulter who is insecure. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BacktoBlack/1956606/ This is a short poetic work about the struggle of test-taking. Enjoy. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BacktoBlack/1956595/