http://slow.writerscafe.org/Juan The original writings of author Juan en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775972832 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Biologically rejected, a second chance at a loving acceptance is marred by the resentful bashings of my so called "new " father...We were to say the least poverty stricken, a  deplorable one bedroom suite furnished by rat droppings and cockroaches is what the six of us cal.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Juan/282228/ Life can seem to be extremly short when youre soul is intrigued by the differences everyone else has to offer you and monotonously wonderful when the long haul you've had has turned out habitually happy.Restless mind wanders and schemes up scenarios, leave it all.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Juan/282224/ Passionate desire,love crazy...words so similar definition is hazy. Have you ever lost your mind temporarily while it was full of blinding rage and anger and suddenly realize that no one noticed because of your inability to share your feelings? Have you ever stared intently at someones fac.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Juan/282222/ An occasional roar can be heard in the distance but the sound of a million fingernails tapping on my rooftop has been a consistent relaxing melody that has accompanied me throughout the night. A stream of smoke escapes my lips like a ruptured steam pipe, I look for room among the ashes to .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Juan/282179/ With the exception of a few rodents prowling the streets and the occasional (four) legged kind scurrying about, this city is in it's rejuvenating state.Three golden panes in a navy blue sky,two of them sit side by side floating in a corner, the third dead center four levels below them.  .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Juan/282172/ With the flick of the thumb the flame is set loose on a cigarette as the inhalation begins a soft, seductive voice asks "what do you think?" Two strips of flesh are parted with smoke curling up them to reveal a straight yet tinged smile that replys "you look beautiful" and in an .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Juan/282171/ I'm the taker, youre the faker, youre my soul humiliator...but youre all I can think about, I'm the lust you can't live without...   Youre the beggar, I'm the chooser, so you brand me the abuser...It's your love I cant be without, It's my words that make you scream out loud.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Juan/282165/ I systematically itch for death, subsequently longing and welcoming you to scratch my surface, to peel back my flesh and scrutinize my humanity. Agnostic alterations are in your hands so tell me tales of what awaits in my alleged post existence, divulge to me the hallowed confidentiality of the fa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Juan/281706/ Stains of love scattered on my bed sheets, but you are nowhere present.Living in the moment but waiting in vain, a self inflicted state I've chosen to wallow in. Life goes on and I smile, laugh and joke having a wonderful time, never letting on that your presence is missing. Meaningless love making .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Juan/281705/ Nostalgically illuminated, hundreds of dancing flames sporadically yet factioned adorn this serene sanctuary...Relics of a selfless martyr, and the pungent aroma of incense and musk also inhabit this goth-like structure.My foot steps echo sharply announcing my entrance to the flickering shadow.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Juan/281698/ In and out, my breath is heavy and my lungs are full of exhaustion as I'm leaned over with my hands on my knees, but I cant see myself or anything for that matter because I'm blind at the moment..total darkness, the air is thick and stale with an aroma of mildew lingering in it. It feels like I'm .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Juan/281697/ The lackadaisical feeling in my limbs are exaggerated by the cold morning air.....My mind is restless, My tounge is tired ..I dont know how much longer I can keep this facade up, I've become a man of many tale's.....Turning my attention to her, I've also become somewhat of a sleep spectator,from t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Juan/280812/  You say you love me..I hear your word's..word's that are encouraging yet fading with time..You speak of our love in the now, never attempting at our future..leaving a heavy feeling of uncertainty in my heart, your selflessness when tending to my trouble's is unmeasurable..however your reluct.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Juan/280809/  After observing her breath in the 2 degree weather she begins to crave a newport...the femininity in her walk now replaced by a waddle that is exerted to keep her in motion..her lungs reach maximum capacity with only four long strides that a 6 year old would surpass with half the effort..... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Juan/280807/ Sweet, yet a little too dry for my taste, with that thought in mind he sets the glass down and chases the red wine with cough inducing,eye burning smoke...Peering over her glass while she takes a sip ,her eyes in a sad state are fixed on his every move...Turning his head to the left while keeping .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Juan/280804/ My lips are so chapped that it probably looks like I've been eating chalk..my mouth is dry and it feels like a thin layer of skin is being peeled off inside my throat everytime I swallow, my hands are so dirty they appear gray and the crevices in my palms look like they've been outlined with a black.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Juan/280803/ She seeks forgiveness not faith this redhanded angel..Sentenced with the complexities of assimilating into mortal society,The world embraces her faults and welcomes her with open arms..Born out of wedlock and into poverty,5th grade education,child labor laws are not applicable on her behalf...A co.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Juan/280801/ Visual reminders of how delicate our physical form can be,when sliced with a blade of grass or jabbed with a piece of glass..These flesh wounds merge with thick dry crevices to form these husky little fingers that prior to this momentary glance had a tingling sensation running through them...a num.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Juan/280798/ What a twisted little girl...I should have shoved her down the steps but she might have enjoyed that. Looking over his new purchase he walks into his apartment, reading the contents on the side of the box as he lets the door swing shut behind him. He takes a moment to recap the bizzare little scenar.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Juan/280793/ It's called dreams but more of a nightmare http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Juan/280787/ The darkness is overwhelming, resulting in the constriction of muscles and a state of apprehension. My whisper does not fall on deaf ears as it invokes a sinful smile from my love. With the tension now eliminated I take the opportunity to examine her blindfold. A brisk wind through the patio doors b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Juan/280785/ I'm staring at her grin, the corners are full of spit and the intricate mazes on these thick pale lips remind me of the human brain. Her mouth is slightly ajar for the sake of breathing, her nasal cavity is no longer an airway but a breeding ground for mucus only (this whale of a woman has lost her .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Juan/280782/ Mid to upper 90's an uncomfortable humid day..thunderstorms approa"Click" she turns off the radio, her hair sticks to the back of her neck.. raindrops begin to fall on the windshield..."Why did he leave me?".She looks in the rear view mirror, tears skim down her face, the l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Juan/280773/ Forget our memories, Forget our possibilitiesForget the future that you seeIt's over now and time to move onIt's been over for a while and time for a true bondA new foundation built on sacrifice and trustI'm moving forward and shaking off the rustWipe me clean from your memory, forget we had a possi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Juan/280330/