http://slow.writerscafe.org/JustNonsense The original writings of author JustNonsenseAndSugar en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776117565 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Cussing http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JustNonsense/2023314/ Why do you say his eyes aren't beautiful?They are brown as soft chocolateand warm like gentle sunlight.You say her eyes aren't beautifulbut they're as gorgeous as the storm clouds. You say my eyes are beautiful,they're just green. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JustNonsense/2023307/ Little prince,Cherub child, Brilliant little blue eyesWatching as I do my work.I made a crown of goldwith a stags head. You pouted when I said it was for my sonso your father made me give it to you. Little prince, you're a menace.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JustNonsense/2023297/ The rumble of strings and the hum of wood,the pull of the bow.The slide of the tuneand the beat of the heel on sand.A whisper of lace with the spin of the bodyand the tap of the nails against the neck.She played for her guitaristuntil a man joined her.His fingers were thinand white against the wood... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JustNonsense/2021519/ At the end of it all, we are alone. They left us alonebecause they deemed us unimportant.So we are alone,Mother and I. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JustNonsense/2021517/ The pity you give memakes me sick to my stomach.You stare and wonderhow I can get though the day.I go past you every dayand you watch as I limp by.I flail and drop my papers and you don't help,You just pitybecause you don't understand.You tell me to stop tipping my headbecause it annoys you.I c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JustNonsense/2021049/ Welcome to the pain of thisthe pain of this the pain of thisWelcome to my endless suffering my endless sufferingmy endless suffering.Friend won't return my textreturn my textreturn my textSo I'm alonealone aloneOCDOCDOCD http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JustNonsense/2020783/ Leavinglovers,lost shoes,forgotten keys,a leather wallet,a child,a wife,a mother,a daughter,a familywho thought they could do more.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JustNonsense/2019857/ He stood at the endlooking at the water.Thinking. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JustNonsense/2019855/ The grass was wetso my jeans were wet.Maybe it wasn't the grass...I don't know anymore.You like starsI don't understand why.They're so coldand far away.But you're close to meand burning up I hope. ``````````````````````````You keep touching my leg. What's your deal?You can see Venus tonigh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JustNonsense/2019851/ His voice echoed in my head, rumbling behind the bones of my chest. He cried ‘Amen’ to the sky as if that word would save him from the hell I offered. But that voice. It made me want to dance and to fly. He inspired the devil in me. I forced my way into him, making myself at home. Learni.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JustNonsense/2019593/ You call me slackerIn Yoga.That I am not doing my part.That I meditate wrong.That I must be silent. But that is not meditation.It is a work of the mind.Of peacefully calming my soul.So I must sway.I must speak.I must move.I am a monkborn in the wrong world. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JustNonsense/2016054/ I am placing this writing in teen. It has inappropriate scenes. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JustNonsense/2015576/ What am I?A girl without breasts,a boy without his junk.I have a feminine facea masculine personality.I wear tight pantsbut loose t-shirts.What am I?This thing without friends,without light,without amusements. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JustNonsense/2014606/ Bored. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JustNonsense/2014313/ I do not rebuke your behavior,I shall not criticize.You no longer need meI am not the apple of your eye.You brag about your prowesswith the girl I do not know.Talk about her dailywhile I just nod and do not sayabout how I cry at night.I promised never to love you.We made that deal.But I fell long ag.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JustNonsense/2012540/ JabberwockyJabberwockyJabberwockyWock.Stuck by stuck behindstuck withina lock.Vorpal BladeVorpal KniveVorpal swordswish.I dream I hopeI think andwish. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JustNonsense/2000900/ sister to for a friend http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JustNonsense/2000193/ Belial was the first to revolt against God and one of the first to fall, Satan following after him despite theory. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JustNonsense/2000144/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JustNonsense/2000143/ The Prophet cradled his head on his fingertips, the visions threatening to overwhelm him.  "From the river she came. The river she'll return." He closed his eyes, his voice cracking. Evix's quill scratched across the rough parchment they used to record. "Villian's touch she shall yearn. Of trai.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JustNonsense/2000120/ Stay.Just please stay.Keep on the phone;I need you to stay on the phone.I'm so close.Stay please, love.A little longer.A little harder.Laugh my love.I love when you laugh like that.That low, rumbled sound in your chestA little rumble of thunder.You call me your w***e,your s**t,your slave. You'r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JustNonsense/1998931/ He raised his eyes to the tree tops and watched the light filter through, sending a dappled green cast on the world below the canopies. His armor was slick with the blood of his comrades. His hair was covered in the clotted red and made it form thick, lank ropes. His hands were bruised and bleeding... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JustNonsense/1998322/ Et nos unum sumusAmbulate in umbra sumusAmbules cum angelisAngeli mortisLeva manus ad caelumDa fidelitatisSta in nobis: http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JustNonsense/1989997/ His arms wrapped about mestrong as bands of iron.His eyes were soft, his hands softer,I awake in silenceand he was asleep on me.I didn't want to move,to disrupt him as he slept. Insomnia sapped his strengthAnorexia stealing mine.We were broken,dying,crying.but we were together. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JustNonsense/1988629/ THIS IS NOT MY WRITING. This poem is written by Mary Lambert and is called body love 1&2. I need to share her words, her great message http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JustNonsense/1988359/ A bagelA bagelA chocolate frosted bagel.A bageland moneydropped upon the floor.Lure with cashPink flowersin plain site.A minute an a halfand horrible finders.He walked right by themand no one found them. They're looking at piesand no one is paying attentionto the little pink flowers on the shel.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JustNonsense/1988344/ Perhaps you are my God.PerhapsPerhapsPerhaps I am simply delusional. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JustNonsense/1987381/ Mature for content, not really the words. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JustNonsense/1980585/ My Poetry is horrible,positively borable,simply deplorable. I need to stop,I can't make it to the top.My tears are stainingmy keyboard keys,Please hear my screamed pleas:destroy my writing plans.Burn my notebooksand break my pens. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JustNonsense/1980074/ this is the prophecy I am using in a story I am writing in a notebook http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JustNonsense/1978670/ I hear your problems,I help my best.But I can't helpif you ignore the rest.I need help too,my heart is broke,my friend just diedand my cheeks are soaked.I'm sobbing in front of you,and you don't seebecause I hideand don't show me.Please tell me,what I've doneto be ignoredWhy I'm the only one.I am lo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JustNonsense/1977811/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JustNonsense/1974932/ Rotting, Rotting, Rotting Flesh.Maggots writhe within his chest. Eating, feeding, digging down.Hitting bone with no sound.Screaming, wailing, torture pain.Blood falls in crimson rain.Rusting, bloodsoaked t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JustNonsense/1972873/ Green eyes, Out of touch,Numb to pain and hunger.Whispered wordsin clasped handscall sparks asunder.````````````````````````````Snow flurries bitelightly feather brushes.For sparks do not feelendless cold of night.Death gives him up,leaving her daughters without fire.Land of death waitsto recla.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JustNonsense/1972872/ A poem for my name http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JustNonsense/1970220/ An angel falls... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JustNonsense/1970208/