http://slow.writerscafe.org/jpbr89 The original writings of author Jerry Patrick Ryan en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775240458 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The shadows follow as I follow the shadows, walking around tangled roads and broken bridges,Through the ruins of cities that have fallen, kicking up dust with debris searching for the one who's me, A ghost stuck roaming the earth, it's just time to go backto my home in the dirt. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jpbr89/2122891/ My son and I haven't seen each other since he was 2 and the whole reason is because I was being told I was messing his mind up because she was with another guy, even tho she had 4 or 5 who is a lie. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jpbr89/2118707/ What you wanna see is someone with some honesty,honestly that is not me the quality of modesty,a perfect person what is he/she,fictional character I agree,where oh where could the purest benot on earth will you find thee, because no soul is lie freeif there is then please find me.&nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jpbr89/2117876/ Maybe I've been wrong this whole time burning out my own mind now i'm sitting staring at my stone signwait is this hole mine ?damn death just stole timenow I stand in a cold line hates it welloh no! the gates of helljust makes it swell besides this smell my insides melt&nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jpbr89/2117858/ I woke up and started thinking of you again it's been 12 years I wonder will this ever endthe silence keeps me remembering maybe there is something left to mendthe love that we once would protect and defend strong regret for the loss of a loved friendWhat is meant to be will happen so.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jpbr89/2117321/ Losing my grip chasing my mind a raisin is all I could findno patience I'm wasting time as long as my heart is racing fine this raisin is finedon't need no brain just the beat of my heartI feed in the dark as u grieve in the park run because I'm in need of a spark .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jpbr89/2113755/ sad dreams that stay with me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jpbr89/2100206/ Seeing clearly the smoke has clearedmy second chance, grateful I was speared letting go was what I fearednot having you left me scaredIn my life for many yearswithout you I'm drenched in sweat and tearscraving you the feelings we shearedkilling myself and just never caredWhat once was my only l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jpbr89/2095152/ I care nothing for evil I've changed my wayseven though I was full of hate it's the way I was raisedbut being brought up wrong could eventually fadebut it shows when both sides of the family are Identically madenobody knows where there family went wrongeverybody just follows alongnow the point to tu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jpbr89/2094365/ I'm sick of drugs and drug dealers I was an addict and I became clean and still battles to stay clean but I do because I feel I have to and to all the drug dealers out there I wish nothing but prison. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jpbr89/2094362/ Just because I like a buzzjust like everybody in life lovesdoesn't mean I fight and shove I just like to rise aboveHad my ups and my share of downsputting the drugs down and getting clear of clownsbecause that life is going to tear us downsick of getting messed up and just stear and frownor mix.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jpbr89/2094141/ What is life, what is our purposewhat is our role inside of this circusknowing not what we want but what we deservetrying to live by the book but yet were unheardand we let the drugs kick the good to the curbbecause how they make us feel and what they do to the nerveI feel life has lost its purpose .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jpbr89/2086626/ The wind blows a whispering howl as the chill sets inas I feel the cold air as I breath my chest in knowing soon I'll be restingmade me feel at peace, death I find interestingis the after life real would I be able to feelwalk and talk and label the fieldlife is made for us to stealhalf of .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jpbr89/2081706/ Not to strong just something I need to get off my chest and mind, maybe in pieces here and there but I know it was all just an experience. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jpbr89/2077809/ The water dripping from the faucetdriving me crazy and making me offsetclinking as it hits the drainthinking as I sit in paineven though losing you makes me gainlife just doesn't seem to be the same crying as your pictures go up in a flameit's the only way to keep you out of the frame I ne.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jpbr89/2077736/ The light of the world has become slightly less brightconstantly dulling while all the rest fightthere's more evil than good which is the new right so people make off other people giving them a miserable lifelives are ruined on a constant basismaking liars out of the honest faceskilling slowly .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jpbr89/2077719/ Just a small poem about a past love but it doesn't seem to die http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jpbr89/2077123/ Selfish desires has set a world of firesdamaged souls until their life expiresnot knowing the right from a wrong bases their lives from a songbecause it's the only way they knew how to get along popping pills just a couple of zansselling drugs making money double in handsnot having a care .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jpbr89/2070965/ There's many far away forgotten lands,With golden pearls and cotton sands,With rainbow roads and chocolate hams,Where candy gummy bears walk and stand,And watch the sugar bunnies hop again, Or find lollipops shops that sends,free sour pops to lots of friends,If you want to be here that depends,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jpbr89/2070906/ Everything is okay though,Even though I have two horns instead of a halo,No wings but one big long tail,Always having to hide on the side lines and lay low,Knew I was screwed since I was a day old,The feelings in my heart were meant to stay cold,Got so many demons it's like their on a payroll,And ev.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jpbr89/2070903/ The constant feelings of self doubt,So angry I could rip all these shelfs out,The constant struggles to live in peace,And feeling like I'm pre deceased, The constant corruption of the unfair society, The world flooded with drugs with a large variety, The constant temptations everywher.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jpbr89/2070902/ They say there's many people for you to love,But I say that's just not good enough, Because if it wasn't you I wouldn't know who to love,Your all I want and who I need,My love for you is true indeed, And I love how you influenced me,To give up the dumb s**t that just keeps ruining me,It's .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jpbr89/2070901/  I try hard but always feel like I will fail  putting my mind in an emotional jail beating myself down even when I do good  and never believe those who stood the ones who cared are the ones I feared  even though they would be the one who's scared &nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jpbr89/2070900/ The days come and go,with some warm and cold bringing life all around the globewildflowers along with wild animals fruits and vegetables by the handfulsbeautiful greens and gorgeous bluegiving us the ingredients for porridge or stew nature will be something that's always with you.&nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jpbr89/2070898/ What's on my mindis too much all the timeone moment I'm fine the next I'm a done tryingfeeling like ripping my neck from my spine state of depression made my aggressionyou think by now I would have learned my lessonand burn my obsessionthe cycle continues sucking the life that is.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jpbr89/2063178/   A broken home makes lives shatter  bringing up the thought do I matter  is there a point to my life or do I just suffer  and say screw it all a not have supper  just lay and let time pass until I die   but then its all on me because I didn't try  life is har.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jpbr89/2063161/ The lost glimmering chance of hope walking around with only a pair of pants and piece a ropeand only looking for the next chance to eat some dopeI just use because it helps me copebut really nopeReally it's an excuse just to keep me afloatlet lose let down just give me a poke I won't be he.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jpbr89/2061720/ In three days my Grandmother would be gone 8 years. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jpbr89/2058309/ The winds blow as the rain fallslooking at these stained walls Pain callsI try to get up but my brain stallsTrying to think of my main flaws Look what they caused so much hate and chaos It's like my mind just can't take the day offConstant depression unwanted aggressionwith .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jpbr89/2058306/ Dear Friend, Foe it's time to let go I'm no longer there to protect you this is something I knew you'd object toobut honestly I don't respect youyou aren't realyou're just something I take to get a happy feelthen I would always end up with the crappy dealkilling myself inside slowlyle.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jpbr89/2058048/ Hatred from one city to the nextsome say you're not pretty and you like the wrong sexalmost like we're suppose to be made with all the same specswell were all different we just walk the same stepsLove all life and treat others with kindnessblocking out negative people with poisonous blindnessnegativ.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jpbr89/2057839/ The letter I wrote left to soak, in your throat can't swallow, can't cope,just give me the damn ropefeed me bullshit , I cram hopemy life tossed and dissembled,but really it's not worthI should really get shot firstmaybe from the doctorsbefore I go off my rockerripping my head off, so.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jpbr89/2056673/ I departed from my comfort, I always wonderedlooking for treasures in the hallways underthe pyramids in mid summerwhere there's no rain, just the sound of roaring thundermother nature I just want to see more of herI just hope when I die I can come back to live another even come back as my littl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jpbr89/2054931/ Dark road ahead, it's a lonely walk things would be better if we could only talkbut everything changes as time ages and then we dropour memories live on and will never stophaving faith in a better spot where the bad weather is notjust say prayer, it's worth a shot it's better than wha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jpbr89/2054811/    John Russel a 28 year old drop out, he never held a job for longer than a year, misery always seemed to follow him where ever he ended up over the years.Never able to get on his two feet and always blaming others for it, he tried many times but always failed and always ran back to drugs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jpbr89/2054804/  All this trouble caused this struggle memories fly by as I stare into this puddle always wondering if I could find you if I used the Hubble but then reality pops that bubble it's been almost nine years since we spoke when you passed I was just left to choke a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jpbr89/2054801/ The sound of nothing just pure silencea lost soul who died from violencewalking the after life alone with no guidancenot hearing the trumpets or violinsjust blank darkness nothing ,not even smilingYou know you're there but can't see or heartrying to scream but there's nothing to fearcan't hear his s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jpbr89/2054796/ You could look for a life timeeven if she has a bright shine,my feelings I just can't seem to fight mine,and hiding them just doesn't seem to be the right crime,She's the girl I want to be with sitting sipping on white wine,I'll lose her if I have to wait for the right time,but maybe there's hope, w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jpbr89/2054790/ I'm finding my way through all of the darkness,walking this road with a sharp twist.If I didn't stop now I'd being looking at my own carcass.On your path you're the only one who can be the farthestbring out your hardest inner artistand know you're ready to finish what you have started.Look up and br.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jpbr89/2054788/   Josh Wilson a young boy growing up in a neighborhood that had people being controlled by demons, everything was about getting high even watching people across the street pulling up to their house unloading a bunch of hot items they just robbed around the city. And the very next day watching p.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jpbr89/2054593/ Everyone walks with demons on their shoulder, some demons don't stay on the shoulder they get inside your head taken over your mind and life. Bringing a demon to life, shattering your dreams or others http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jpbr89/2054588/ The end of the world, causes the last people of the human population to search for life elsewhere and when everything gets worse things take a turn and begin to get better http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jpbr89/2054382/