http://slow.writerscafe.org/juanagarcia The original writings of author Juana Garcia en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776137168 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 we coast through warmorange amber horizontal linesleading us home with the crickets bursting into their somber songs.our heartbeats say volumesbut our tongues are heavy.in this point of indecision-your hands reach for mine.it is when you breathe in andslowly lean back to kiss my neck .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/juanagarcia/1390815/ This was a piece I did last April 6, 2013, for NaPoWriMo 2013 (which I failed by stopping on day seven). You were my solitude. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/juanagarcia/1323390/ A 10 minute scribble for NaPoWriMo. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/juanagarcia/1153229/ you listen butyou never hear.i search buti never find.you look butyou never see.i want buti never need.you use commas butyou never use the dot.i risk buti never want pain.you like butyou never love.i scream butyou never hear. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/juanagarcia/1096258/ Run away just like the rest of them because you're just like the rest of them. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/juanagarcia/1095915/ Again, another page off my old notebook. Wrote this way back in 2010 when I was feeling rather low, depressed, and suicidal. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/juanagarcia/1080216/ Good boys are secretly bad boysand a quarter of a year backmy tongue would have flicked out in disbelief, in full/false belief.(honestly, this honesty gets to me)Good boys are secretly bad boyssecretly wanting the bad girl wrapped around his finger like a miniature doll turning its ba.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/juanagarcia/1075927/ Make her stay,Watch her stray.Lest you rid your back of skeletons from yesterday. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/juanagarcia/1041676/ sweet blood free flowinglies spat on serpentine eyessealed with satan's kiss http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/juanagarcia/1038779/ On roadtrips and radio-friendly tracks. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/juanagarcia/1019827/  Four days, four daze-induced daysSince I lost myself in my own fuckery.Now wherever I turn, I see your facein the phase of all the bliss I put you through (you remind me). Well you shook and you quivered andwe were in this together buttake me back to a place when the mere though.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/juanagarcia/995478/