http://slow.writerscafe.org/Kiri%20J The original writings of author Kiri J en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776041242 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 first post in a really, really long time. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kiri-J/650104/ the very earth was brittle under feet.she cracked beneath the weight of manand prayed for her reliefthe setting sun lit golden plainsof harvests dead and goneand when the darkness fell it lingered onand onand onand on.a farmer took his life before the flood.if god refused to bring the rain,he'd rain.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kiri-J/650101/  Come sit by mecan you see the stars are so much brighter here?come sit by meand breathe...breathe in, breathe in, breathe out...come sit by meand take my hand before we sink into the sandyou are lovelier than you know.you are my stars, you are my sand, you are my airand where.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kiri-J/402091/ an acapella song i wrote in the car today. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kiri-J/393663/ I've turned this into my own song and have changed the title to 'More than the boy.' http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kiri-J/354676/  'I know every inch,' he says.'If you think I don't, show me your hidden inches so I can see them, study them, Get to know them. All your inches have different voicesasking for different things. 'You are a patchwork quilt of skin, my love,and I will love your.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kiri-J/327792/ This is what it comes down to. This is a song that will be up shortly on the myspace music page. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kiri-J/294975/  In the darkness she spinsSpreads wide her armsLike helicopter wingsIn the empty bedroomShe silently sings And she wailsPrevails tomorrowWhen tomorrow never came She is drunkAnd knocks a tea cup from the table.The tea pot, serves for twoShe knocks it off too.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kiri-J/280882/   Something in the way we speakMakes me tripMakes me fall On the pageAnd my words fall out of my handsI can feel this grey matterGrey morningEarl grey tea And I’m scattered and I’m scatteredAnd I’m scattered and I’m scattered You to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kiri-J/274712/ Lyrics for another song-in-the-works. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kiri-J/268433/ work in progress. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kiri-J/264603/  My toes are cold Even on the in side of the wallsI'm separated, Separate from the rest of the worldThe one going on out thereTwenty foot long and Ten foot wide Is the space I'm inAnd I wonder if it's manicThe place I'm inFurious at everythingThe fact t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kiri-J/264241/ my cat who is no longer my cat. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kiri-J/263357/  Vision of boySweetUnrehearsed... I can feel this Feel the grey matterGrey morningsEarl grey in bedWarm and comfortableNew And so comfortableSeductiveThe idea of youThe dream of youThe non-reality of you I have never known this phenomenonLove.Never.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kiri-J/260163/  it's so closethe daythe day she goes away...there's not a cloud in sightit's as blue as your blue goodbyeand i thought that it would rainon a day like today...i collapsed in her lapshe lay hands on my backas i criedcradled let it golet it go, picked me upand carr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kiri-J/260159/    Divonne, January 1930. Donatien.     “Donatien! Hurry up, slowpoke.”    “I’m going fast as I can, you ride too fast!”    “Shush I don’t I’m riding normal. You’re s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kiri-J/255631/    Divonne, France, 1939. Frederic.      September 4th was the day Frederic was to leave for Marseille to serve his duty, unsure of when – or if – he was to return. It was now May, and he and his family would not learn of his deployment .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kiri-J/255630/  Divonne, France, 1952.      Anouk.      Old houses like this are deafening to the ears of a woman like Anouk Bessette. The decades of families, fights, death and children smear the walls and waft up from the floors. The lives of people past.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kiri-J/255629/ this is a working title, working novel. i have to do it for school, not sure if i'll actually write a novel... anyway... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kiri-J/255627/ I apologise if content offends. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kiri-J/251005/ A concept put forward by my poetry teacher... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kiri-J/248219/ Just a thought being passed off as some form of art. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kiri-J/240915/ It makes no sense,Darling of minethat you should overlook me so.Is my worth so shortthat you see straight over my head?What is it about herThat makes you sing yourself dryOf every lovelorn, noteand yet i'm hereI'm herelooking through your eyes tothe blindness at the back of you.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kiri-J/234350/ potential lyrics. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kiri-J/214949/ Let it rain, Rain down on me‘til the drains are clear of me. Let it snowBucket-loads on me‘til the fireplace glow forgets me. Let it hail,Leaving purple stains on me‘til the barrage does away with me. Let it sing to meIn the sky-fa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kiri-J/213743/ My dear friend died yesterday of cancer, age 32. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kiri-J/206554/ the day my writing died... i'm sure you can all relate! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kiri-J/205279/ If there’s nothing you want from mePleaseDon’t hear me out. I’ll only continue to lather youSlather youPlaster youIn deadly cement filled with a storyLiquid malice Arsenic …rolls off the tongue with an eleganceAn eloquence…It’s a sto.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kiri-J/204511/ Spread the satin sheets Of subtle words Over my love of Sultry verse, And fill my head with thoughts of Skin on Skin... Conjure from the depths within An ever desperate need for sex And pungent wine And cigarettes, And silk and sighs And hands on thighs... Come, make .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kiri-J/203397/ I can make him come.But I‘ve never known how to Just ask him to stay.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kiri-J/203394/ So is this it then? Is this my way? I think I’ve split my mind in twoOne for meAnd one for you… I’m half a floating vessel, Struggling to keep The water out,And half a sinking shipTrying to push all My air out… Half a dreame.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kiri-J/203391/ Have you ever found yourself reading a book and suddenly realise you haven't been paying attention for the past 3 pages? Then, when you flip back the pages, you find that the character's world has been falling apart... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kiri-J/203383/ A dusty ray of midday sunSettles upon my face The welcome warmth is a liar and cheatBurns with her soft,  Charming touch. I sprawl on the deck my arms And legs Splayed outHere, I am a compass.NorthSouthEastWest A s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kiri-J/203371/ Boy in the window I think you can see me here - Girl on the other side, Touch me through glass Palm on my palm I believe I have found a new warmth. Eyes on my eyes Boy in the box Be my new gift of life… How clean is the air In there? I know it is purer than mine .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kiri-J/203369/ Let’s go find a hotel.I won’t if you won’t tell.We’ll shut all the blindsBut we’ll keep on the lights,Wasting the days andDevouring the nights …be my secret,I promise to keep you.And if we must be discovered,Let it only be Under the cov.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kiri-J/203359/ tabgled stream of consciousness. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kiri-J/203355/ writer's block. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kiri-J/203351/ Get up, kidThis life ain’t gonna live itself. The poets and musesAre beggars and usersDiscontent UnsatisfiedSinking wrecks andPetrified Of getting upAnd getting out Are you going nowhere, too?Are you gonna scream At your broken dreams andDrink away your .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kiri-J/203341/ My darling friend Rachel's song that I played for her birthday in Dec '07. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kiri-J/203337/  Face to faceSo closeConnectedAnd still so separate. I don’t feel worthless.I don’t feel shame.I’m simply tired,Over the game. I wish I understoodThis spiritual bond Created between twoWho know and love.Who know the past andWant the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kiri-J/203180/ I’m trying to find  The sense in bitterness. The words in silence The peace in anger The comfort in hindsight The line between white lies and kindness, Between given rights and fault  Direction in logic Conviction in confu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kiri-J/203112/ a little mixed up in the head of late http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kiri-J/203105/ Thank Christ this was salvageable.. it's my favourite. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kiri-J/203093/