http://slow.writerscafe.org/JamesHustonn The original writings of author James Huston en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775992463 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Really need someone to proof read and edit this for me please. I know there is a lot of mistakes, but if someone does a good job or wants to edit m future writing i will give a shoutout to you. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JamesHustonn/1629875/ It’s funny how safeyou can feel at any moment of your life, then the very next your in an entire differentworld. The shelter and the warmth around you turns into cold and wilderness ina blink of an eye. Without warning, your thrown into a situation you can notcontrol. Your mind goes to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JamesHustonn/1280421/ Make it your own story, http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JamesHustonn/1276602/ Make it what YOU want. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JamesHustonn/1273497/ Awkward poem about my love of this hipster girl. Just went with it. Never edit my poems. ever. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JamesHustonn/1265271/ pick what you want it to be about. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JamesHustonn/1263683/ little poem with some simple rhymes i made in class. very simple. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JamesHustonn/1196698/ I have been alone for some time now. Their is no one to blame but myself.Because i asked for this eternal vow. No matter how many times i ask for help.God gave me my wish, yes he did.But now a few months into this.I have become such a broken kid.As if my creation was a total miss.I can not tell if i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JamesHustonn/1184556/ Poem about my wall outlet. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JamesHustonn/1148690/ She is quiet beautiful.Although i barley know her name.She has my attention.Although i have never even seen her.She is unique from others.Although i would not know.She a mystery. Although she tries to explain. She is something else.Although i may never know. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JamesHustonn/1142058/ Im sitting here patiently.Just simply waiting. Where are you?How much longer?Cant you hear me screaming for you.Dont you know that im waiting.I just want to finally meet you.Be able to make memories.Your going to be so perfect.When you find me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JamesHustonn/1140776/ Oh how bad i want to run and keep running.But I am trapped in this life of repetition. Even more trapped in this small house of silence.My body urges the freedom it deserves.Even my mind begs for this feeling.My body aches from this want. How i wish for this ultimate experience.  To break free .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JamesHustonn/1138825/ There is a place i have found. This place is my escape. In this place people talk to me. We have the wildest journeys.Because in this place im free. I have not even one worry. I laugh and enjoy life as one should. I love this place i go to. I wonder of this place i go. If there is a way to stay. It .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JamesHustonn/1138002/ What does it take to become someone.all the money in world just to be noticed.a fancy bright red car that is seen from miles.a suit made of the best materials that no one knows of. Or does it take an open heart and mind.a life free of what others think of you. a journey that makes no sense at all.a .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JamesHustonn/1135218/ very simple short poem about what colors do. Just felt like using some imagery with depth. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JamesHustonn/1132475/ We lay next to eachother.We understand eachother.We are comfortable with eachother.We trust eachother.You are example of beauty. You are light of intelligence.You are liberty of independence.  You are titanium strong.We have never touched skin.We have only talked friendly.We have never shared.W.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JamesHustonn/1130155/ Those days you would hear of in song lyrics.Warm comfort all around you,time is so irrelevant at this moment. It trickles through your veins. It stings your stomach and heart. She turns her gaze onto you.You feel safe from the world, in those moments. She protects you from reality creeping in.Life s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JamesHustonn/1129458/