http://slow.writerscafe.org/megamybethandjo The original writings of author Amalia Gray en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775996406 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 A little antizionist jewish rage for u http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/megamybethandjo/2885402/ You're going - brimming suitcase, asphalt paths, leaves will soon start to fallBut for now the sun still shines goldAnd I live in this crossroads of worldsI will always kill myself to find you waiting on the other sideYou rode the subway every day, you walked across the train tracksY.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/megamybethandjo/2863186/ Love is humble it doesn't make itself bigger or smaller or any of these arbitrary lines to cross.It lies in presence as the little things happen.(Like the way you roll your cigarettesAnd we complete each others sentences,And how you stand with your spine so straight in every crowde.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/megamybethandjo/2846980/ This is a prose poem ish?? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/megamybethandjo/2837765/ There is space between blades of grassThere is space between my fingers, as they run across the threads that weave this field The threads that weave this shawl around your shoulder, UniverseThere is space in the blue opening arch I hurtle towards and it expands back towards me and into the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/megamybethandjo/2832235/ Strong enough, I'm hardcoverPlug me in the cable - driveHeal me with electric waves that sizzle and buzz through my outer linesFire in the eye ignites When darkness speaks one's nameI no longer repent I just stand and breathe the open airAnd that's enough, that's enoughTo bring me to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/megamybethandjo/2824622/ ;) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/megamybethandjo/2819313/ My mind's all over the placeBanged my head against the wallTo smash out all these cloudsthat make life blurryTo beat out that ancient terror that somehow got caught on my soulWhile I wasn't paying attentionYeah I was never ever paying attentionSometimes you feel like anempty balloo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/megamybethandjo/2811286/ I found this from about half a year ago lol. A venture into the rap (?) genre and also my... uhm, neuroses at the time. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/megamybethandjo/2810567/ The past is left in it's bed of unreality,The future is neither to be seen nor felt.So I stand there unsure, as the present seems vacant and wrong in some ways.I have an offering to the crispy air,I have a gift to the sweet haze.It's neither the body - bloated, unpure,It's neither .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/megamybethandjo/2792760/ Idk about this one... it leaves a bad taste in my mouth but I'm posting it anyway lol http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/megamybethandjo/2792352/ My darling, she dreams of the spring,of the lands as they bloom lusciouslyI can confess I'm at rather a loss, for the clear and uncloudedis not mine to claimOh, Deep are the nights of the winter, my dear,as the dawn breaks from the uncertainty. There is Death, she is beautiful,cr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/megamybethandjo/2791817/ Ugh soo sentimental... Anyway who cares. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/megamybethandjo/2785212/ Fucked up on grass, sonow stand up and preachReleaseNobody cares what you say you dumb b***h.But I'll talk anyway,this happened and none of it's a lie.Met a man on the street -he was tortured and hungupside down from his feet.And the blood in his head made him wish he were de.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/megamybethandjo/2784925/ In the day, I'm a printed starof Warhol's.Like Elizabeth and Marylin -lovely and glowing,dragged through a plastic shaddow.And in the night I'm Schiele's w***efrom the streets,opening my legs for everyone,and not quite managingto cover the rot.Who wants beauty, fresh life?I'v.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/megamybethandjo/2782484/ Sat in the pink lightand let apathy settle in. Didn't want to die,I wanted to be stripped bare,To make love with the gods.The mountains are my dear friends,but the wind was once my lover.I danced in his grain,I stood naked in the street, as he covered me with soft roses.I would've surrende.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/megamybethandjo/2778119/