http://slow.writerscafe.org/irritila The original writings of author Connor Veenstra en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775981040 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 One day I started a forest fire in the heart of a girl who loved me,She set up all the kindling and I thought it would be lovelyTo set it aflame and watch it burn with mine http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/irritila/2854157/ Money, money, money. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/irritila/2854062/ A short sci-fi story I made from an online prompt. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/irritila/2157221/ Behind me is a bad life I'm glad to leave behind,With every step I take there's more spring in my stride,If traveling on this road means fresh places and new friends,I'd prefer a road that never ends,My house in my old life never seemed like home to me,Hardened faces, sad nutcases, everywhere I see,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/irritila/2156689/ Use gasoline when the house is onfire,I reach the top, but the laddergets higher,Sometimes I wanna let go of therungs,The people cheer while I spit ontheir praises,They ask me why and I lie to theirfaces,“It’s nothing, I d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/irritila/2156603/ Wrote this on... well, a sick day. I was trying to capture the all-encompassing funk of what it feels like to be sick. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/irritila/2117433/ Demon under angel halo, actor under plastic nose,Parents under false assurance, writer under purple prose,Plastic smiles, hidden frowns,Wooden shoes and plastic crowns,Three chins under fragile ego,Mobile lawn with plastic seagulls,Fear of isolation dyed over with a neon blast,Damaged psyche wearing.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/irritila/2110005/ Who's more pious?Those who'r scientific or those who worship science?We study our skin, but never look at what's inside us,They let anyone drop if their grip slackens in the slightest,Lashing out in violence against those who dare deny us,Standing our ground against protesters who chid us in defianc.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/irritila/2090527/ I lean back in my chair, take a sip of my scotch,Hangin out in my jammies and my black and white socks,The basement is my hovel, the beast under the stairs,Eats everything in the house and has overlong hair,Sun's out shining, my socks and my shoes off,Get outside, breeze blowin, blow the blues off,M.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/irritila/2052647/ A“C” grade is still a pass,Neverrun buck nude through the grass,Don’tever be lazy,Don’tstick it in crazy,Nevermindlessly follow the mass, Oncea week vacuum the floor,Callthe doctor if your back.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/irritila/2051868/ Written after a relative's funeral. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/irritila/2051861/ Just a little rhyme I came up with. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/irritila/2051720/ I swore I'd learned the hard way with the girls I left behind,As I turned my back to leave them they all broke down and cried,I swore "Never again" as my black heart broke inside,But when I saw you there I knew, I knew you must be mine.The moment that I reached for you and you took up my hand,The sh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/irritila/2051716/ Iwas on another of my walks I take when I feel lonely. These walks only seem tomake it worse, though. Hardly anybody is out walking, running or playing whenI’m out walking. Everybody’s inside, with their air conditioning and TVs.Nobody sees me .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/irritila/2040261/ A set of lyrics I wrote on a particularly contemplative day. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/irritila/2040259/