http://slow.writerscafe.org/DillonCWNelson The original writings of author D. Nelson en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775985482 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 David learns how his Country was catipulted into prepetual civil warfare. Spoiler alert. China invaded Vietnam in the 80's. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DillonCWNelson/2068511/ This is intended to be very syllabic, as is most of my writing, just a note, as it might help in reading it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DillonCWNelson/628253/ On the precipice, I'm thinking I'mleaving,think I'm about to jump, and plungeinto the dark of the evening Weaving, stumble, rubble in my stomachfrom the bo-bo-Heaving on parked car - Believingimpossible - I am a dead star, and I gotta' go.Radar, no approaching enemies just acold .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DillonCWNelson/626053/ Seize meStampede, rising, risingstrings, the next precipiceprecious, unruly, unwantedLoved by me.OrchestralPhoenixRise from my ashes http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DillonCWNelson/625977/ Ifyou wait for me I promise I will not disappoint, wont see them stare,wewatch them point, watch their faces red, call that medium rare.Askme if I care... My love is like herpes-Youmay not always see it, but it's always right there.Iread it in her face, but I cant see her blush- sk.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DillonCWNelson/624802/ Soldier, Soldier,No tears for the sheep- The fear willhold me over,but I'm not over the brink yet, And tothink,I once professed love for the thing andthe urge to hold her,I'm left a shell, out-wept, soul rippedopen and nothing to show for it,Hoping it's through with but to tellth.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DillonCWNelson/624755/ Don't let people bother. A great man once said , "Hate is merely a form of love which is yet to find a logical path to the surface." http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DillonCWNelson/621972/ The ceiling is rainingdrops are falling on my palmsI see it is bloodI feel rightBut I know I am wrongClose your eyes -And let the children of the darkguide you homeHarbinger of deathplease gesture me along,light the path andthe clear the weather for .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DillonCWNelson/616288/  I lost a real good friend today and I've been thinking a lot about you lately- so that really don't surprise me,you were the only one I ever had in my life who never cheated or lied to meand now I'm left alone in this empty world wondering why or how it wasn't me who left this Earth bu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DillonCWNelson/599337/ Some people only get one chance...but I've had more than I can count...So why am scared when I have to answerfor my crimes,Judges, cops and everybody else singinglullabies,goodnight my child, it's time forsleep,you're in too deep going down a roadthat ends on the street,on the bl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DillonCWNelson/495059/ The only question that I have is whyshe cantlook at my face without cracking alaughher cackle splits me in half likebox-cutterthrough my first draft and oh do I haveto?Must I slash you, off the piss list ofb*****sthat itch at my trigger twitchingfinger pointing at every sni.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DillonCWNelson/492645/ It's been over five and one half months since I've written a goddam thing,so I have to issue an apology to the cafe for refusing to sing,I got lost somewhere along the way and forgot the way back.Well really that's a lie because I could see it all along,but that doesn't matter because I'm ba.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DillonCWNelson/487546/ An overhaul of the first thing I ever posted on writers cafe. I wrote it on the 14th (exactly 1 year to the day that i wrote and posted the first one) and got around to editing and posting it today. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DillonCWNelson/424546/ After months of writer's block I read two consecutive words; Forever, End, and I was suddenly compelled to grab a pen, since then I've refined what I scribbled into this piece. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DillonCWNelson/401166/ Rave into the dark like a lunatic.The things you don't understand might eat at youIf you feel you have played a hand In the devil's game.In Jesus name we may pray, or whichever God you prefer.I sit cross legged and mind my breathingWish I could relive my adolescent years some.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DillonCWNelson/374178/ When anybody gives you lemons... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DillonCWNelson/363634/ This one is based on a dark story that my uncle told me when I was 8 about a dark figure that posed as Santa Claus to gain access to homes and basically torture the residents... lovely thing to tell and 8 year old. lol. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DillonCWNelson/357770/ Here I am on the opposite side of the wrong time,waiting for the right sign to leave so I can hear the drop without the dime.There she is siting with her friend called the devil,from the look in her eyes and the way she asks for another double I can tell shes a rebel.I can't believe she'd be.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DillonCWNelson/356112/ This is dedicated the the WWII Russian Sniper, Vassili Zaitsev - Responsible for the deaths of over 500 Nazi and other Axis soldiers. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DillonCWNelson/351501/ What are we really scared of? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DillonCWNelson/347931/ Sometimes people stray down the wrong paths. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DillonCWNelson/347808/ A soul trapped in the prison it built itself. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DillonCWNelson/347664/ David begins to recollect what made him who he is. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DillonCWNelson/346691/ Turing on yourself. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DillonCWNelson/345586/ George Bush's presidency draws to a close and a new age of greatness approaches. Hope. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DillonCWNelson/338458/ My look at the audaciousness and outrageous passing of Prop. 8 in California. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DillonCWNelson/338120/ The election draws too a close and some are left wondering but others are assured that a new era of prosperity and change is upon us http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DillonCWNelson/337615/ Written for the "boo" horror poem contest. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DillonCWNelson/331260/ The fates of David and his Sister Caitlin begin to take similar paths as they attempt to converge with each other, and the true scale of David's resentment for the Guards is revealed, as well as several other striking qualities. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DillonCWNelson/328909/ this was just a thought that popped into my head... pretty unsettling... for me at least. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DillonCWNelson/327446/ I watched a documentary about the Himalayas earlier today... it inspired this... enjoy! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DillonCWNelson/327343/ hmmm... i don't know. tell me what you think. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DillonCWNelson/327275/ you were mistaken if you thought it was over. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DillonCWNelson/325744/ this is me thinking and thinking and just writing... my train of thought. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DillonCWNelson/325729/ just... a musing of words. For a special someone. enjoy. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DillonCWNelson/325690/ A tribute to Slug (Sean Delay, the front man of Atmosphere) and Murs. MC's of Rhymesayers Entertainment in Minneapolis Minnesota. Some of the best indie rappers ever, thank you for your lyrics that help me channel my feelings into words. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DillonCWNelson/325335/ David and Adriana attend school while tensions finally reach a breaking point at their home on the east side of L.A. and conflict ensues. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DillonCWNelson/323811/ Just... something. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DillonCWNelson/322833/ a bit of poetry for a breakf from my book chapters, but i'm getting right back to those. =] http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DillonCWNelson/322087/ As social tensions grow between the Marines and civilians, and between the Guards themselves, how will people react? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DillonCWNelson/321259/ the first real sort of chapter, still a bit of an introduction though. enjoy. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DillonCWNelson/320902/ introducing some of the Marines working as Civil Guards, good and bad. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DillonCWNelson/320871/ I started what I wrote of this book at 13 years old, chapters 1-6. This book was my grim attempt to envision martial law in America. This is an alternative universe story. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DillonCWNelson/319970/ this is how my mind works sometimes... sometimes i do "no turning back" writing which is when i just write everything that flows through my head about something and don't erase a single thing that goes down. enjoy. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DillonCWNelson/319773/ I hope you read this. You know who you are. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DillonCWNelson/319758/ a story in the form of poetry. fact and fiction mixed together. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DillonCWNelson/318677/ Written for the "inspired by a lyric 6" contest. read and enjoy. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DillonCWNelson/317303/ When you can't see, you can't fully comprehend. Sometimes we regret the things we do when the light does not cast it's gaze upon us. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DillonCWNelson/317280/ Part four of my on-going series, "Silent Nights, Whispers of Truth". Enjoy. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DillonCWNelson/316064/ A sort of tribute to the late father of a local middle school student who had to go home early, while being picked up, his father was hit and killed by a drunk driver. R.I.P. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DillonCWNelson/315282/