http://slow.writerscafe.org/JojoSaysMeoww The original writings of author Jokorium en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776033714 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Life, spinning like a circle, moving on a jagged line;Sometimes, too quickly in rotation, seemingly intertwined.At such a rapid pace, life may move, that vision becomes blurred;We become distressed, though we know we shouldn't be deterred.Everything happens for a reason, though true purpose seem.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JojoSaysMeoww/1317269/ A slip of the tongue,A stab of the knife,Slews of carcasses hung,Like marionettes devoid of life. Are we all simply puppets of another,Made only to do as others approve?Given the love of a father and mother,But never allowed to make our own move. Simpl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JojoSaysMeoww/954572/ A quickly put together piece. Not too complex, but still one of my personal favorites. Somewhat of a Shakespearean sonnet-type format. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JojoSaysMeoww/843952/ All throughout life, I've lived as the rejected,Seen only as sad, pathetic, and dejected.Characterized as stupid, pitiful, or even deranged,Once given that label, 'Tis rarely able to be changed.Labels are for records, or even just on a soup can,Not meant to be applied to each of our f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JojoSaysMeoww/843947/ Writing about writing. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JojoSaysMeoww/843944/ Another untitled piece. Any suggestions? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JojoSaysMeoww/764024/ Every night it's a struggle Everyday it turns into a fight Can't get these things out of my head Yet they're always out of sight It's all happened in the past But I relive it every night I still see their faces The faces of my antagonists Every night I relive the pain Of the pa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JojoSaysMeoww/764023/  As I sit here pondering, on the steps of Deaths door,I look towards the sky and tears fall from their darkened cloud.Knowing that I am both physically weak and mentally poor,I step up to the house of Death, and slowly knock aloud. As I stand there, waiting and .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JojoSaysMeoww/764022/ They say life is supposed to be beautiful,it's supposed to be grand.They say we are all created by "God",but me, I'm born in the devils handI'm not the one who's perfect,proved by the scars on my wrist.All I am is a major defect,born to be the perfect catalyst.Never can&nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JojoSaysMeoww/764021/ Fear courses through my body, The tremors pulse up and down my frame, All I see is billows of black. My body shakes at the very thought Of all the hellfire I have fought. I still hear the laughter, I still feel the pain, I still bear the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JojoSaysMeoww/764020/ It's untitled, mainly because I have yet to think of a proper title. Any suggestions would be appreciated. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JojoSaysMeoww/764018/ Can't you see the monster? Can't you see?That thing; Hideous monster. It's me....They say a vampire's reflection will never show,So why allow this hideousness to grow?'Tis not a reflection of the outside,But an aperture to the things that hide.Attaching to others, just li.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JojoSaysMeoww/764015/ The rain decided to visit me today,To wrap around me like outstretched arms.  Feelings in this moment, so hard to convey,As it retracts me from each day's harms.  The sweet smell of pure elation,As each drop touches down.I can't help but feel admiration,As they dr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JojoSaysMeoww/764014/ These thoughts inside my head,The thoughts that can't be heard,Nor can these thoughts be said;Born to stay a caged bird. The only method to be unchained,Is through this paper and pen.Yet still to my head thoughts remain appertained,To only be re-written again and again. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JojoSaysMeoww/764013/ Cutting like glass, straight to the bone,Always bringing pain, pulling me from home,Left like an island; desolate, aloneStinging, like a mace of frosted chrome,Shot down, like a gun to a bird,All from the utterance of just one word. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JojoSaysMeoww/764012/ Tell them I am falling into pure light skies,Because traces of white drift past my eyes.The slow ascent begins to speed to a rapid pace,A constant assault of white clouds to my face.As my ascent starts to come to a screeching halt,I wonder...       &nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JojoSaysMeoww/764011/ Heart and mind both race at the thought,Of each individual mental war being fought.My brain; Seeming to be the only fitting battleground.Each thought seeming to triumph, no clear victor after each round.As each thought pushes against the other, my brain seems to swell,Neither side seems to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JojoSaysMeoww/764008/