http://slow.writerscafe.org/johfra02 The original writings of author Wyrn Tiger en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776029510 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 If the crowd makes you shakeLike thunder to your coreThen strike like lightning to a stakeand let them hear your roar. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/johfra02/2894686/ something that went unpublished long ago http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/johfra02/2894681/ Dear Mr. Tin Man,Sought for too long a beating heart, that tears rust till you're no longer a movable part. and you forgot that it is what lies within that sets us apart. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/johfra02/2874458/  I'm just writing to write. Writing to fill a blank white space with a blinking cursor, blinking a beat on the screen. I could write to change the world or to inspire but I'm just writing to fill a blank space while I stare off into space. The sound of the keys tapping calms me, the rhythm of m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/johfra02/2874454/ Im back http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/johfra02/2874422/ Reaching out of the darkness for something solid to grip, but still, like every time before, I find nothing but the broken shards of what once was. I reach again only for you, grabbing mist instead. Why in here are you nothing, I remember you vibrant and warm, but now just consuming shadows.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/johfra02/2215885/ It's the final countdown. No seriously, and no I won’t start singing that song, you know the one. My 12 years of service are almost up, documented on a roll of paper that will determine my future. I can hear the seconds ticking down to one last ride, dressed in midnight. Tick, tock,tick,tock t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/johfra02/2110086/ "Are we at the end, Poor Bear?"It is such a sad sight, thems that hang around in the old maple trees. They're watching us as we move far below, Poor Bear, with faceless expressions. Are we like them, Poor Bear? Thems in the trees, hanging on with thin ropes, devoid of hopes and dreams Empty behi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/johfra02/2107460/ All we are are broken stars from the falling sky. A sky full of dreams and we are told we are broken and  cannot touch the sky. So we sit. Waiting as the time goes by. Waiting for the day when are dreams, the dreams people say will remain just a dream, to come true. We wait, till night becomes .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/johfra02/2107279/ I shall not dwell on the demons that lie between us. I morn, not for your lost soul but for my own. I told myself I would not shed one tear of sadness but I’m on trembling  knees, drowning in grief. I told you I would never need your help, yet these angles I pray to cry their downpour for.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/johfra02/2107278/ You're so very late to a date with fate. Standing on ice to thin you see him standing there with a hammer and his Cheshire grin.you drop down this rabbit hole falling with no controlTo a world that keeps growing sadder. Late for tea with the mad hatter. Don’t be afraid, take a sip, one drop w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/johfra02/2101738/ He had a soft soul, like those heroes in your books, and the people in your dreams. No one was allowed to visit him, as all around him were white concrete walls. Confined in the same room since he was discovered. Drawings of lines, scribbled everywhere resembled instrumental sounds. Paper turned yel.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/johfra02/2100287/ The final touch, the final moment before it ends. Wishing the one last second was one more day, but as the minute hits the hour, big tears start to shower. I would have held you closer and memorized your love if I’d only know you’d soon pass away. Wishing one more minute, one more day, t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/johfra02/2100285/ Somewhere something strange is silently brewing in the darkness of minds. Sing it out loud to the heavens, sing it down below. Because in between the placid party people post in pictures. Nobody knows, neither us nor them, that demons dwell in the depths of our minds, And after a while they will dis.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/johfra02/2098496/ Patron over watching, singing sophisticated songs of strained love in the tangible heavens to drown out the wicked. As Stygian voices sing below to quench the last vestige of hope from our hearts. we the transgression, raise tenacious hands to fend off  the fanged fiends from our nightmares .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/johfra02/2097394/ It Had  thrown me  away.I couldn't move. I yelped But I didn't hear any  Sound.Finally  I heard more screams. I couldn't think They came out of no where.  I wasn't okaySilence followed http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/johfra02/2095967/ Dear Me, Never forget. Never forget who you are, where you came from, and what you believe in. You are unorthodox in the most beautiful way as your mind uses a mysterious language that not even Google could translate. You are an ocean explored by those who only want to return to the surface, taking .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/johfra02/2094500/ Bind me, chain me. Tie me down with gods strongest rope. You can never hold me down. I’ll laugh as heads turn to the sound of snapping rope and The ting of braking  chain.  No rope can hold me. No chain can bind me. Then when I’m free, I&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/johfra02/2093939/ Is possession your obsession.So wrapped up in your self you cant feel our aggression. Run from the garden of Eden,what evil have you been feeden Cus it left you bleeden on the pavement crying out pleaden.Our ideas you've resisted your minds been twisted.Contaminated by the nightm.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/johfra02/2093333/ This feeling is so new, I don't know what I'm going to do.I love her, I know this to be true,because without her I feel blue,like Cinderella missing her shoe. my brain must be missing a screwbecause all my thoughts seem stuck on her like glueThis feeling of loving youcan only be shared by us tw.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/johfra02/2092648/ The brown paper wrapping crinkles underneath my hoody, I looked both ways as i went to the bridge; fear growing hot spikes in my stomach as I heard voices. I quickly dropped into the shadows, waiting as the voices past. I carefully stood up my black hoodie  blending  with a background of .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/johfra02/2090029/ Silent echoes vibrating through the ground,as footsteps thunder all aroundsitting at home, my heart aches with the soundof silent echoes all around http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/johfra02/2089170/ We were creepy creachers crawling from the grave. Give us flesh. Give us blood. Give us what we crave. Doomed to darkness, the dripping dampness, lost inside this cave. Save us from sin. Save as from misery. Save us from the critics who rave. False handles to hold, hollowed hearts empty, this is wha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/johfra02/2089166/ we are kids, I am dad, up at 10:00          banging pots and pans                              &nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/johfra02/2081384/ I Need Not Know Nothing that I can't replace Sitting in Stillness, Same Stupor just different face. A Damaged Demon Damned to walk among the human race.Choking, Cloaked in Celestial star-lighted space,not Flying but Falling at a Faster pace.Wronged of my Wicked Wings, Waiting for the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/johfra02/2073092/ Together we fly Taking flight to never dieas the world burnsand the ocean beneath us churns We fly awayOn dragon's wings  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/johfra02/2070401/ With Blackened mountains  Whose summits never quite,A fear,   darkly lurking near.  The milk Maid Died,And silence   swallowed all. Desolate hours passed away.By moonlight sped    Dark, silent, tranquil wings flowing   In midn.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/johfra02/2069514/ Sparks shoot to the blackened sky. Billows of smoke rise, thick and black, camouflaged with the night air. flames reach high towards the atmosphere, dancing their joy to the starry heavens, defying gravity but bound to earth on  logs slowly turning to ash and hot shining coals. Little flickers .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/johfra02/2060900/ Tires Squeal like banshees in the night. The wheels sing of song of death and fright. Then pain picks up a knife and takes a stab at my back.Flipping me in the  air like a flying flapjack. Then after the car crash, My world turned to ash. Fate had beaten me battered. My school days shattered.Wi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/johfra02/2059532/ Crash. Plain meets building in a terrible boom. A blossom of red fire and smoke erupts from the hole bubbling up to the clouds. Shock strikes terror in the hearts of Americans. A claim for power claims life. Then the second airliner strikes and chaos, disorder and  panic break loose and bodies.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/johfra02/2059525/ What are we? Are we machines? Programed to say the same thing over and over. Are we programmed to make the same mistake time and time again without fail? Are we programed to contract disease at a specific time in our lives. Are we programed with a clock to tell us how long or short we live? Are we e.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/johfra02/2054266/ I feel like rock faces in stone queries. Possessing a hard rock face that  can't bend to show emotion and whatever emotion they express are expressly the ideas of their creators. They sit in silence, slowly wearing  to dust under the setting sun. The people who gawk and stair have no idea .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/johfra02/2054013/ Oh puppy,With eyes of blue,you pissed on the floor,so screw you,Oh puppy.with white furyou ate my shoeand then the furniture tooOh puppy,with ears that are floppy you've made a mess of the trash,why are you so sloppy?Oh puppy,With a big heartI see you every day as I walk passed your grave,it re.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/johfra02/2024248/ Wall slowly pressing forward, spikes of cold steal protrude from the smooth walls. Blind from the darkness that binds, my fists beat at the closing walls. Pressure builds in my chest. Panick wells in my heart. Hyperventilating, each breath breaths life into the air. running out of power and st.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/johfra02/2021973/ I'm a captive of my own body. Things, monstrous things, wage war inside me. I have sat here for nights living a curse inside a nightmare. I dream of white latexed hands pull things out of me, until there's nothing but nothing left inside me. I'm in a roller coaster ride controlled my fear. My famil.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/johfra02/2020775/ Darkness falls, the wounded calls. As the cold dark hands of death falls over the land lost by everyone. No one is safe. Nowhere is safe. Once death started, war began. People bayed away the historical replays unfolding. They drug their friends and family into the war. They could have chose life but.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/johfra02/2020774/ For details see social media, I think they have it on wikipedia. I'm so tired of their lies, It time they say their goodbyes. It's time to shut the craziness down. No! Wait! Look what they found! No one cares, I'm tired of the stairs. It's all crazy can't they see. Oh I forgot. Their as blind as a b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/johfra02/2020773/ A single gunshot echoed across the crestfallen night  sky. In a daze the soldier stood up from lying flat against a bare dirt hill. A heavy weight, an anchor of pain, was pulled off his back. All the pain and sorrow that used to reside on his shoulders was gone. It left his shoulders the same t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/johfra02/2019854/ For hurricane victims http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/johfra02/2019605/ I left to forget but I never forgot, the nightmares that were never told  from a past written in bold. It's too bright to look at, like sunlight at midnight, but it cuts through my head despite the wall brick walls that, in the end, shattered like glass. I want and wish it back but still I seek.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/johfra02/2019600/ The hands of Poseidon made the boat look small.Powerful waves crashing and bashing the hull,Till the boats heart could take no more.It hears the sea kings booming roar.Slowly, silently, sinking Davy Jones song fills the boat with dread.Heavy with water it takes a final rest on the sou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/johfra02/2018928/ Trapped beneath the weight of a thousand rocks, pressed by laughter and fails. Save me from the avalanche, so cold, dark and suffocating. We need help from the darkness and the light is blinding. Both prevent us from seeing our goals. Their laughter is the light, so blinding and fierce. The ones wh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/johfra02/2018118/ This is my first screen play just tell me what you think http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/johfra02/2015850/ Beneath the earth a warmness spreads through her body. Replacing the cold numbness that once resided there. Her dead fingers twitch and broken ribs snap back into place as a crushed heart starts to beat once more.Twelve miles away, in a drawer. Jen Elder notices  a strange blue pulsing lights u.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/johfra02/2015848/ I'm told of a monster that lives on this earth,capable of mass death and destruction,able to rip up the earth with one swipe of its great talons.It can travel hundreds of miles, in just a few hours.We should be fearful of the monster,with its great strength and intelligence,no army is strong enough .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/johfra02/2015622/ For methere areonly barskeeping mefrom  stars,and the moonis always fulltrapped in herewith this werewolfinside. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/johfra02/2015620/ Kissing against the wallsIs like blood clots in the hallsIt blocks traffic and it's rather graffic  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/johfra02/2014012/ Window panes rattle with the force of the battle. Bones shattered. The troops are bruised and battered. There is no end in sight, this wars not right. Gunshots, eyes full of dark spots. 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