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			<title>Everything you need to know.</title>
			<description>Just something I wrote to my wife &lt;333. I figured it was kinda poetic so i'd put it here.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brandon-Hontz/350659/</link>
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			<title>Your faith in my hands.</title>
			<description>You inspire me to build tall towers,cry from happiness for hours and hours,that pour into streams that I flood with my dreams,that turns into steam from the passion of you, and me.I know it's insufferable, the hours spent passing away,waiting hour by hour, that seems like days and days.T..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brandon-Hontz/350658/</link>
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			<title>Cloud 24</title>
			<description>Unfinished I guess.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brandon-Hontz/350655/</link>
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			<title>Behind nights spend shattered.</title>
			<description>Not a sad poem, like the title suggests haha.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brandon-Hontz/350654/</link>
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			<title>To Match Your Eyes.</title>
			<description>I can't concentrate.I can barely breathe.I can not cooperate.I cannit see.I was hoping the best in mewasn't equivalent to the worst in me.I wish you could see,the difference that I believe.I'm sorry for the anger,i'm sick of all the fights.You shouldm't say that we are strangers...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brandon-Hontz/343057/</link>
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			<title>Pardon your undesirables</title>
			<description>I never want you to feel used,I never want you to feel uneasy.I never want you to feel abused,and I never want you to think i'm not listening.I want to take you everywhere,wait it out for the winter, through the winter,like the white frost that flows through the air,like waves in an oc..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brandon-Hontz/342720/</link>
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			<title>No Time For Stops</title>
			<description>You make me want to try again, to take another shot.You make me want to go ahead, and give it all i've got.I've had enough with dreaming, both while i'm awake, and when i'm sleepingfor the feelings that I am getting are the ones that i'll be keeping.The days are being numbered now, counting ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brandon-Hontz/335388/</link>
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			<title>Carried Home</title>
			<description>Everything hits me a little too hard,and always a few minutes after.I don't know why I feel so bad,and why laughs turn to senseless chatter.I'm not the captain, or the crew.I'm the boat that is carrying them home.What, is the news bad or good?Oh heart, oh mind, tell me what is right...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brandon-Hontz/335384/</link>
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			<title>Left Defenseless</title>
			<description>How could I begin?Where could I start?There's no words to tell you just how I feel.There is no proof to the existence of love, but love itself,and there is no doubt that this isn't real.Because,for once in the longest time,thisisreal.I've really been trying,for you babe.Never..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brandon-Hontz/335382/</link>
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			<title>An Essence Of Some Sort Of Romance</title>
			<description>I watched you taking off,and it wasn't much of a surprise,considering how often good things come to an end,and then the next day start right back up again.I couldn't help but scoff,and smirk, and close my eyes.Telling myself &amp;quot;It's alright my friend,and this will be a forever type ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brandon-Hontz/335380/</link>
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			<title>Heartstrings</title>
			<description>I love the way you reach down my throat, and pull my heart straight out.I love the way you tug the strings,and make my emotions shout.I love the way you make me tingleeven when we're barely touching.I love not ever havnig to worryabout how much that you really love me.It's funny, t..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brandon-Hontz/335376/</link>
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			<title>Been An A*****e Sometimes</title>
			<description>I'm glad,really.It's cool that no longer are theredoubts,insecurities,or stupid mistakes being made on purpose.I'm glad that now, there islove,hope,and bravery that a man like me could never afford,but still recieved.Now i'm thankingeveryoneandeverythingforeverything..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brandon-Hontz/335369/</link>
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			<title>The Road To Being A Man</title>
			<description>You know that i'm sorry, really, for everything.You know that i'm lonely and i'm praying for anything.Something to say, or something to sing,something that isn't just another one of those things.I don't know what to do,or really what to say,but I hope you know every shot I takemy whole..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brandon-Hontz/335364/</link>
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			<title>Please. Please. Please. Please. Please.</title>
			<description>It's just these nights I have nothing but a dark, empty house,but no room to breath.I just don't understand.I just don't understand.I feel like you're deleting me one piece at a time,are you embarassed,are you mad,are you nervous,or are you lying?I don't know why but I just get thi..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brandon-Hontz/335361/</link>
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			<title>What I Have Truly Meant</title>
			<description>Short and sweet.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brandon-Hontz/335358/</link>
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			<title>Thank You For The Power Rush</title>
			<description>Maybe I am a speechless impersonator.Maybe I am the all speaking, all knowing bullshit con artist you've come to know as jesus.Maybe I am so beyond all this,even though maybe it's still all on my mind.I don't want to bejustanothermistake.I don't ever wanna besomethingnotevenw..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brandon-Hontz/335355/</link>
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			<title>Down Inside Of My Eyes</title>
			<description>It's funny how I never fail to ruin great things.It's funny how it's not even a choice,and I know I don't have to do these things but sometimes I just do,and i'm sorry I never really considered it this much until now, but i've never considered it this much until now.I know I was wrong,an..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brandon-Hontz/335349/</link>
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			<title>Beautiful Flower Garden</title>
			<description>You say the worst things at the worst times,and I don't even dare question your alibis.I may not know if it's the truth, or a consecutive chain of lies,but I just see you chasing so many other things with your eyes.I never bothered to ask you, or even bothered to care,because I guess you..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brandon-Hontz/335348/</link>
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			<title>Unconvetional Substitutions</title>
			<description>I'm starting to feel really left out of things again.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brandon-Hontz/295311/</link>
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			<title>Keeping Up With The Times</title>
			<description>Self explainatory.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brandon-Hontz/282471/</link>
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			<title>Postcards To Anonymous</title>
			<description>I'm a hippy pretty much</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brandon-Hontz/277923/</link>
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			<title>I'd Wait Around Forever, Maybe A Few Moments More (I can't begin to tell you how good the scenery is from here.)</title>
			<description>I can't begin to tell you how good the scenery is from here,both inside of the future, and some things that are near.I'm hoping that this summer i'll get to see you around,because I have no idea just where you are to be found,and there's nothing more I want then a chance to win your love,b..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brandon-Hontz/274527/</link>
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			<title>The Fine Line Between Early And Late</title>
			<description>I could tell you once,or I could tell you twice,but a night like tonight is something too nice,too nice to pass up,and there is nowhere else to be,atleast in my opinion.When I got here the first time my heart skipped,maybe more than once,because back then I was a child with the world..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brandon-Hontz/268398/</link>
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			<title>Metaphorically, In Countless Ways</title>
			<description>Getting lost on good vibrations.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brandon-Hontz/268356/</link>
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			<title>Obvious To The Eye</title>
			<description>I'm lucky.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brandon-Hontz/267279/</link>
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			<title>You'll Never Find Paradise Twice.</title>
			<description>S**t happens.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brandon-Hontz/262930/</link>
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			<title>Swallowing The Landscape Whole</title>
			<description>I should probably be in school right now.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brandon-Hontz/262916/</link>
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			<title>With All The Love In The World</title>
			<description>I don't know somethings wrong with me probs?
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brandon-Hontz/262915/</link>
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			<title>Remember The Name</title>
			<description>Sometimes I want to ask you just what you see;an ignorant kid who makes bad choices, or someone just trying to be what they want to be.I always thought that it was better to follow your heart, and take pride in what you are,and sometimes I wonder how close I have ever come to the stars.There..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brandon-Hontz/262913/</link>
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			<title>Skin-tight</title>
			<description>Pun intended I guess?</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brandon-Hontz/262909/</link>
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			<title>The Mind-Body Connection</title>
			<description>I have recently discovered i'm a Philosopher.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brandon-Hontz/262907/</link>
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			<title>Recollection Of Heaven.</title>
			<description>A dream I had.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brandon-Hontz/243552/</link>
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			<title>gh</title>
			<description>gfh</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brandon-Hontz/225234/</link>
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			<title>The Deciding Factor</title>
			<description>Keep eachother close,let's sit by the fire.Look deep into the burning wood,and we'll learn how to feel,alloveragain.I remember always blistering my feet from riding around so much.So many places to be,and time stood still,just because time was never the deciding factor.I rememb..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brandon-Hontz/223782/</link>
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			<title>Stood Ever So Tall</title>
			<description>this is from when I first started writing, I found the notebook copy that I wrote like 3 years ago.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brandon-Hontz/222052/</link>
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			<title>Out Of Sight</title>
			<description>It's an Emily Dickensan style poem.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brandon-Hontz/221993/</link>
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			<title>Close By Heaven's Gates</title>
			<description>Home is where your heart is,and babe, mine's in the  streets.There's a ton of things I never thought I would see,many people  I never thought I would meet.I know I shoved you away constantly,you're  expectations, I never lived upto.I just have a lot of places I have to  be,and a lot of..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brandon-Hontz/220855/</link>
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			<title>On My Sleeve</title>
			<description>Fifteen years of existence,and what do I have to show?A lot more then you think,a lot more then you know.My name, it does not matter,but all I want out of life is to live.There's so many things that I can't wait to do,so many things that I would like to give.I'd love to be the cure f..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brandon-Hontz/220851/</link>
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			<title>Like A Soldier</title>
			<description>We walk, and we talk, much like adults now,but the thing, we're nowhere close.Still just the children making their way,still holding tight to the benifit of the doubt.Making excuses to stay out later,even though the night is oh so very young.Fingers turning yellow from all the spare smok..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brandon-Hontz/220842/</link>
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			<title>White in the open.</title>
			<description>Shakespearian sonnet;
14 lines,
pattern of ABABCDCDEFEFGG.
!0 syllables a line.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brandon-Hontz/220826/</link>
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			<title>Ode To Autumn</title>
			<description>Everywhere you go, you'll see the twilight;the sunsets in piles of leaves.That pink light right before it turns to night,and all of the colours in between.Once in awhile, we'll hear the sound of falling rain,and we all rise up to walk to the windowpane.It's funny how you can drench the s..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brandon-Hontz/220315/</link>
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			<title>Hearts We Never Had</title>
			<description>You know it's pouring outside,so I think we should stay in.Maybe try to find a place to hide,even though the fear comes from within.&amp;nbsp;Staring out these windows,watching this sinful world outside.I'm not really sure if it's something to embrace,or just another reason to hide.&amp;nb..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brandon-Hontz/220306/</link>
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