http://slow.writerscafe.org/blueeyedjune87 The original writings of author blueeyeddevel en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776033806 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I have been doing nothing but working my a*s off for the past year and a half, winning some and loosing most, and my mind is withered to the very last drop of what use to be living flesh. It's dieing. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blueeyedjune87/1203293/ A year ago I was going to start school as a writer, and give it a shot. I didn't qualify for financial aide, my life took a route that I did not expect. I gave up on writing............... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blueeyedjune87/1203291/ There's a lot more to this but this is the only thing I'm going to share. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blueeyedjune87/832749/ No Stop, I’m not here for you to play games withNo stop, this is life we can’t let this happen, itstemporary and I’m not sticking around for this s**tI’m not going to play games play it safe, be the thirdrunner in your little video game of lifeI’m he.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blueeyedjune87/825743/ The place i was born, and haven't seen for a few years now. I live in Florida at the moment. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blueeyedjune87/788229/ We know who you are. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blueeyedjune87/781322/ Be still my heart. Your shameless ways are yelling at my logic. There is no room for your desires. So be still my heart, she is way out of league. Are stupid idea’s of roses and poetry would never win herover. She loves one thing, and that is not I. That is not yo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blueeyedjune87/781313/ Id advise you to read this slowly, and absorb every sentence into your mind. Don't read it fast and let the words be brushed off like nothing even happened. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blueeyedjune87/781262/  Looking in the mirrorSometimes it’s the hardest thing for us to doIt’s as if you see everything you have ever known, all justby taking glance at your own self.The object that the Devil himself has graced us withAre views of who we really areAre sight u.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blueeyedjune87/781239/ Withered my word may be but it is still a word to beWithered my emotions upon this paperWithered my heart on this worldWithered away like yesterday She’s come and gone like a rose blooms and withers away. So beautiful at first but then he leaves the stage with a lost feel.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blueeyedjune87/780109/ Written Aug, 16 2008 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blueeyedjune87/776818/ Written August 23rd 2008. Me and a friend were just adding stuff to this poem. I came up with the beginning sentence, then we just kept bouncing off of each other adding to it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blueeyedjune87/776804/ Some times we just read into things to much, even though we all ready know what usually happens when we do things like that. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blueeyedjune87/776766/ She asked me to stay in a raspy sleepy voiceSo I lay on the floor by her side in a restless stateEach time I glanced over I seen a naked leg It drove my mind to a crazy stateI twist and turn then I feel her arm lay on my sideMy skin burns and stings of things I try to not thi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blueeyedjune87/775554/ When we talk about wordsWe talk about the building blocks that construct theuniverse around usWe talk about the fragile and most powerful ideas of theworldWith words we can persuade the flow of the worldWith words we can change the world With words we understand each othe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blueeyedjune87/774943/ You’re the reason whyI amI’m drowningI’m drowning in yourpresenceYour fear plagues mymind and stops my heart and I just want to love youYour hate bleedsthrough the fine print of this very poemYou can’t help meknow more You just have to le.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blueeyedjune87/774942/ Drenched in the tear drops of the pastI open my eyesI see your lip as it comes close to meI feel your soft touch on my body My mind buzz’s with joyMy hate all melted awayI still can’t help it how I hate your waysI can’t help it that I hate your pains.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blueeyedjune87/774605/ You inspire love in me! Then you stab a knife in my chest.You tell me you love meThen you break my chest with your so called loveI was buried deep in a hole when you came aroundI didn’t want to be around youI just was happy to have some friend to talk to Bu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blueeyedjune87/774593/ We go there when we don't know where we are going. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blueeyedjune87/774518/ The blood drips from my hands I keep strangling myself over and over againThe calling of time show me that the end draws nearThe yelling of your lungs devastate my heartI try over and over to not write about you! Every time I hit a key it morphs into thoughts and painsabout.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blueeyedjune87/774452/ Their was actually a sequel to this poem, but it wasn't very good, so I'm not going to post it. I really liked trying to focus on writing something around the tittle, that's how I usually start out. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blueeyedjune87/774049/ This poem was suppose to be some how linked to Alone. I can't remember why, maybe it was because i was dreaming of a woman who's just as alone as me, and is looking for someone who's just like me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blueeyedjune87/774046/ Throw in a insanely tired night to where you will not give up on staying awake, and then throw in a few words of inspiration of the ocean and love, and you end up with this. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blueeyedjune87/774045/ Your gonna laugh, but i was trying to build a triangle with words the night I wrote this. An I was alone thinking about a girl by a window. I thought it turned out good :). http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blueeyedjune87/774040/ We always look at the stars and think of the ones we love, and we all would like someone to look above with. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blueeyedjune87/774038/ This is about that person that you wrote a bunch of crap about, and then when you thought you were done thinking about them, they enter your mind once again. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blueeyedjune87/774037/ I wrote it for my high school sweet heart. Again written around the time I got out of high school. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blueeyedjune87/774036/ I wrote it a little after high school, but it was basically about trying to be above a stupid poem, but in truth we can never be above what we are about. An its just a childish poem ;). http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blueeyedjune87/774033/ Some times you can get lost in a story, and then you start to loose the path to the ending. That's when you hit a road block, then you force yourself on. It gets complicated from their on. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blueeyedjune87/773270/ You were a mistakeMy wordsYou were a mistakeMy choices You were an ideaMy lifeYou were the endingMy loveYou were the beginning My loveYou are the ash of my pastMy whole beingYou are my futureMy thoughtMy hateMy fearMy mindM.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blueeyedjune87/773267/ We all have ideas of purpose and hope. We all seem to be forgetting what are path is to be. We all are just getting lost in are worlds that we create around us. We no longer care about true love. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blueeyedjune87/773263/ just writing. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blueeyedjune87/773135/ Everyone is on here for a reason. Everyone is looking to express their selves, in some form of written word. They are looking to find the perfection in description. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blueeyedjune87/772452/ If you have two choices in life, and only two choices in life what would you choose? To fly or to lie down? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blueeyedjune87/772440/ My name doesn’t define me. No! It doesn’tEvery waking moment defines meEvery single thing I do defines meEvery aching heart defines me Your words. Well they are just words. You can say im great I’m not You can say I suck I don’t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blueeyedjune87/772169/ The blood drips from my hands I keep strangling myself over and over againThe calling of time show me that the end draws nearThe yelling of your lungs devastate my heartI try over and over to not write about you! Every time I hit a key it morphs into thoughts and painsabout.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blueeyedjune87/771787/ I will start out with a restless mindThen I will add a hint of your fleshThen I’ll add another word in the mixLove If that’s not good enough I’ll throw in a little bit of hateand let it fly through the airI’ll watch the walls crumble all around you .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blueeyedjune87/771754/ Take a look around,Watch as the walls bend and fold. Her face shall appear and disappear.Watch your regrets fade away from touch. Jumping around won’t get you anywhere.Not unless you know how to get somewhere in this place. The skies are filled with stars, then blue.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blueeyedjune87/771473/ For the Grammar Nazi's, i suggest you look away. For those who aren't give it a read. Its a unfinished story, and I doubt that I will ever finish it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blueeyedjune87/770849/ Numbers are the conductors of the world, as words are conductors of people. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blueeyedjune87/770728/ I wrote this for a girl that i fell for a lot. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blueeyedjune87/770720/ From the first kiss of life, to the last, the man sits their and stairs at himself in the mirror thinking about it all. Thinking about the life that has gone past, thinking about what little is left. Thinking about the mistakes, the mishaps, the things that happened. He thi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blueeyedjune87/770062/ Give me your truth, I'm putting my Mind in the palm of your hand. Give me your love, It won't take much to bring me the ending. Give me your story, I'm not scared of who you are.Give me your future, I'll embrace it with caution. Give me the beggining, I'll do the best that I can. Are lives can dan.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blueeyedjune87/770059/ He sits on his chair as he watches you tare yourself to pieces.... Nothing really changed but nothing really the same... She falls to the floor and feels the cold set in. This world wasn't hers to begin with. This world wasn't hers to play with. He smiles, leans in, and stretches out his warm hand t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blueeyedjune87/770052/ Just keep moving forward. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blueeyedjune87/770048/ Some times you fall in love with people and they just disappear! This emotion, its what your left with. You don't know. Its a ball of hate, love, sadness, and you can never put it together. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blueeyedjune87/770045/ This is a poem about Writing, and love. The things they can create together, also has a little bit of mother nature thrown in the mix. Its the natural thinking of a writer. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blueeyedjune87/770036/