http://slow.writerscafe.org/ThreeWrites The original writings of author ThreeWrites en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776111312 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Had to think back on something I wrote long ago, and try to make something better. While I think I did, no guarantees. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ThreeWrites/3127628/ Had to give my explanation of why I write the way I do, and quote a few of my favorite poems I wrote in the process. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ThreeWrites/3127421/ Chakib when you’re not a s**t, working the street corners anymore, in a few years, remember who got you your start up on the streets. We all start with slinging bags of coke and crack out of tin foil, but we all gotta take our feet out of the gutter at some point….No more bras in on.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ThreeWrites/3126863/ I’m a mysterious writer, deep inside, I write of anguish, and pain, never getting away.I plan to make some kind of change,but I can’t afford the cost, especially on supplemental wage.I need to turn the corner, I need to turn the page.I don’t want to feel this deep i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ThreeWrites/3122753/ New year new me, I’m just waiting for someone to pass me a beer.Till I’m on the ground, laughing in tears,I’ve gone through my closet, I’ve faced some of my worst fears.That was in a matter of just a few short years,Seen the devil, played with his heart, all t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ThreeWrites/3122638/ Can’t sleep, hoping I can go back to dreaming of the birds, and the bees.Hell, I wouldn’t even mind just sitting underneath a shadowy tree,Smelling the wind, which will soothe me with the breeze.Sniff some flowers, perhaps will even make me recount once when I sneezed.Wal.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ThreeWrites/3122464/ I wrote this, and my friend Allan got pretty mad, he didn’t get past his mentioning. The other one, Chakib, he just thought this was funny. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ThreeWrites/3122397/ If I could remember a day, that everything was going okay.Then I could say, that life wasn’t a mystery to be solved in a day.Usually sitting and meditating, and praying, makes things feel better while I wait.So I just write to pry my way out of this mental frustrating cage,For .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ThreeWrites/3122169/ Everything is a state of mind, being hot or cold, wet or dry, this is something I’m going write,But I’m not even going to try.I’m not going to be arrogant, but the sky is high,The ground is dirty, but rocks were made to be climbed.Birds are so far, clearly they fly,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ThreeWrites/3121868/ God made night time for sleeping, and day for drinking,I know your eyes are still open, you’re peaking.When you should be doing nothing more than dreaming.I know it’s hard to fall asleep, with all this thinking,It doesn’t help that seeing is believing.Best get s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ThreeWrites/3121439/ Why can’t I just receive something, that’d make me believe,I’m talking about the truth, and not ones others try to deceive.I want to wake up, and go back, to when I’d roll up my sleeves,Put in a hard days work, and do more than just dream.I’ve been slack.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ThreeWrites/3120279/ “Fathers Hand”-A father’s hand should guide and support, leaving his child to the only resort.Having to praise his father, just before he thanks the lord.Gracing the day, he was privileged, to receive his chores,Years after he had cut, his umbilical cord.Reminds.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ThreeWrites/2964179/ Say something, I’m waiting for you.Just to fall asleep, dreaming of what to do.Wake up, to still be standing right here, next to what you drew,That painting is so clear, it’s better than brand newAll I can picture, is a way to find proof, You have skills, you just need to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ThreeWrites/2962883/ Something I wrote with the review of a friend http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ThreeWrites/2962882/ I’ve been searching, not to long ago, for a place where time moves so gracefully slow,Picturing a place where I can move, and mentally grow.I’ve seen people talk about it, but realized that image hasn’t been shown,All that’s around me is showing a certain place, s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ThreeWrites/2947871/ One day at a time, no more resolution for this year I can find,It’s all propagated you can remember that, as you sip that sweet cherry wine,I’m sick of all this hysteria over calendars adding a digit to the age of my mind,I can’t recall when things actually went accordi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ThreeWrites/2943684/ Just random words a former roommate asked me to write for his gf, I never sold it to him. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ThreeWrites/2942805/ Just writing what I’ve been through in my life http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ThreeWrites/2941866/ Mr KiB, life keeps throwing curve balls, as the signals all point towards something different to pitch,The program is flickering, must be the signal, pick something good for us to switch,Video games are getting confusing, I prefer games that aren’t just a bunch of tricks,We’v.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ThreeWrites/2929501/ I’ve taken great joy at waking up at the crack of dawn,To go see a neighbor and mow their lawn,So many things handed to me, skills learned, but now they’re gone,What did I do, where did I go wrong, I’ve been running away from that rat race, for to terribly long,My m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ThreeWrites/2924803/ “Justified Life”Been sometime, drifting and passing through the passage of lyrics, should I be supervised.Unveiling to my roommate that I stayed up all night, I’ve been writing just to pass by my pointless time,Some restless sleep, can’t help myself but stay u.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ThreeWrites/2921408/ “Lyrical condensation”I’m spitting so much lyrical fire, if you don’t understand, then you need a translation,I don’t understand what’s my reason, what’s my inspiration,I almost didn’t survive my rhythmic operation, left me with 50 grand an.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ThreeWrites/2911263/ Wanted to write a little on my sister http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ThreeWrites/2889603/ There’s always another choice to make http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ThreeWrites/2887243/ I’ve learned most of my lessons on writing from a young man from Algeria. So I dedicate most of this towards him. But to my spiritual mentor as well. For his words of wisdom to be able to use today. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ThreeWrites/2866713/ I got inspired by my moms life at first, then I just started talking about swords of glory, and kinda continued with where I started, from my perspective. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ThreeWrites/2863640/ I never had a father, and I wound up getting brain damage, and he’s still not there for me. But that might be another poem, for another time. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ThreeWrites/2862579/ Feelings all twisted around, I can’t correspond, sometimes even make a sound,I’m feeling like I’m just stuck to the ground, like my feet can’t move, kinda like they’re bound.I can’t handle this loud noise, so please exclude me from this big crowd,It fe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ThreeWrites/2862366/ I doubt I could actually make a nursery rhyme, Everyone has a basic one in their head, this is what was in my head. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ThreeWrites/2862365/ Fearing who would grow up first, the parent or the child, sometimes it’s the the one who views it all. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ThreeWrites/2862327/ This is a poem about my mind in very dark, no almost darkest of times. Take it how you make it, I simply mean, I found words that really hit me, that rhymed http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ThreeWrites/2862246/