http://slow.writerscafe.org/jason111 The original writings of author Jason Nuciola en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775995403 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 My true fate http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jason111/1766783/ When it all starts out the hero no more than Amir man. nothing left to lose no more fate but what you make. before the pounding heart the blood curdling pain. all goes away. and you become the man you always wanted. to the Fate is yours and no one elses to take.The true hero http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jason111/1250412/ I sit here bleek and weary amazed by your query as I search for an answer to the question my very eyes quake my tongue slips will I see the beauty there win I wake or the reality of my life the dream begins when I wake for why would I dream when I have it when I wake http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jason111/1168115/ Blood swet and tears and twent seven years I never new what and until it was gone. I lived my live like I had no one are nothing. until she was gone I whished for more. I sorry for thing I did and the things I sed and the things I didn’t. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jason111/907870/ my  eye burned as I saw him laying there dead frail and broken. My fear of the man the monster the father my nightmare dead in the casket. I do not know why I feared him. the scarred child is there and it all russ back to me   http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jason111/528172/ Her blue eyes are like an ocean that quenches the thirst of my heart.  My reflection is crystal clear.  I will swim in the ocean of her love for years to come.  In her blue eyes I can live forever. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jason111/327293/   I will be more then he was.  The end will be my Glory.  The sins of my father will be lifted.  I will win the fight before me and leave my opponent begging for mercy.  The end will be mine doing. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jason111/324247/ The words twist and twine in my head.  If I don’t let them out they will buildup and blow.  My mind cant stand the pressure.  The words must be free.  I must let them go before they blow.  The words must be free .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jason111/321601/  In a 100 years I will be wiser.  If I had you by my side it would be a paradise.  It’s my 100 years in paradise.  As long as you are in my arms I would have a 100 years in paradise and pray for a 100 more. &nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jason111/320881/       I am down on my knees in the darkness.  The kingdom is collapsing beneath my feet.  The queen is gone.  I close my eyes tight.  I say my prayers.   He came for my crown. &nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jason111/316068/ God of Gods forsaken http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jason111/313486/ love http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jason111/310206/ Eight Bells had come in second to Big Brown in the Kentucky Derby, then collapsed with two broken ankles and was euthanized on the spot. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jason111/259789/ my lost love http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jason111/238253/ living hell http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jason111/235741/ a poem of love http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jason111/233841/ my new life http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jason111/226424/