http://slow.writerscafe.org/GrimmShok The original writings of author Zombieshot en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776370114 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 old stuff http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GrimmShok/1234013/ ... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GrimmShok/1234010/ ... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GrimmShok/1233864/ Some old poem I wrote a long time ago http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GrimmShok/1120849/ wip http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GrimmShok/1120794/ Wip http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GrimmShok/1119836/ WIP http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GrimmShok/1116671/ WiP http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GrimmShok/1022853/ Work in Progress http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GrimmShok/1022775/ When life puts you downFlip up yo hoodie and turn up the sound Stand up above the mocking  crowds That wanna put you beneath the groundAnd show em you're not one to easily drown when your'e already beyond them, atop the stars and clouds http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GrimmShok/962685/ Beyond the blank stares and innocent smilesRinged a scarred heart that would wander on for miles and milesSearching for the one who'd fight and face the trials that had kept this heart under fear of life's most deceitful guiles http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GrimmShok/960830/ In a split second we exchanged glancesI was lost in her eyes as she was in mineas though we've known each other from another lifetime http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GrimmShok/960828/ We have our own perspectives on how to live and breathOnly to sooner or later conform to what others believeWe're bound to the crowdBased on popular beliefOnly willing to go skin deepBut the deeper we delve do we realize not all is what they seemHidden from reality's nightmares .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GrimmShok/953746/ I stand on my own twoNot for her him or youJust for myself and II'm not a greedy guyBut in a world where everything's a pretty lieI need to find the truth fromthe muck where lies hide http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GrimmShok/953742/ ...*TICK*...*TOCK*...GOES THE HANDS OF THE CLOCK...*TICK*...*TOCK*...-Jan 14 19//- I awoke with a cold sweat by the little slits of morning light that manage to seep into this dark prison cell that I've come to call "home". These terrors haunt me at night, with their never ending blood-curdling.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GrimmShok/737128/