http://slow.writerscafe.org/johnantonio The original writings of author John Antonio en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776090964 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Some kind of pain, this way comes.  If her love's a gun then I'll stand here stunned.With her mouth's contempt, I outward throwmy mind's attempt to build and grow.And she can not build by breaking down.If love's a gun, why's it in my mouth?And each addition heads us sou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/johnantonio/1726123/ Yut. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/johnantonio/1676165/ I don't understand why we are endentured servants to this world.  How have we not figured this out yet?  I am a product of bad timing, I suppose.  It's still early in our evolution, after all.  I won't allow myself to feel anger.  No, anger is a wasted emotion.  You can.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/johnantonio/1586095/ Why are we here?  What is our purpose?  These are the big questions, right?  The ones that could change the course of human history if answered.  The questions Einstein and DaVinci couldn't figure out.  They were better men than I, but I'll be damned if I didn.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/johnantonio/1556987/ Youth crystals pummel my veins.Pumping out the anchors nostalgia brings.Lie me down, tied with the strings.My idle hands still need work.This mountain seems a fine place.An easy peace between my heart and a handshake.I'm not knotted, not afraid of some change.It's my lucky day.So does your gar.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/johnantonio/1556264/ Mucho love. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/johnantonio/1464024/ What is it you see?It's some old seed.I sowed, long ago.Meet your bounty. I am all that's left.  Stay.Demons chip away at this, "us".You get the remains.Somehow, It's enough. Welcome to all that's left.We'll introduce, your dizzy, aching head.To love let lo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/johnantonio/1445922/ Can I make today, my final stand for change?Or will the weight (of our sin) maintain our catatonic state?Our silence is more deadly than our words.Our open eyes are our blessing not a curse. Hand in hand, reach out.  Stay.Don't make my day fade out.It's.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/johnantonio/1445500/ I'd like my two feet, two feet off the ground.Nothing so permanent, eventually you can let me down.You don't hear me, no you don't hear a sound.Ain't no struggling and juggling boggling my mind around.And one day you will reach where it was I was sent away.Maybe I'll be ok, or maybe I'll be in sha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/johnantonio/1441024/ For me, it's hard to get over the past. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/johnantonio/1381387/ A short piece of Ricky's history. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/johnantonio/1371090/ Running from the man. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/johnantonio/1365373/                     Tony and Scarface were standing outside a bar having a smoke.  The street was wet from a previous rain and the air was thick with humidity."You ever wonder what the boss's home.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/johnantonio/1352319/ The first installment for the story of Chobie. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/johnantonio/1349002/ Sometimes life can crush you. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/johnantonio/1345844/ All problems are relative. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/johnantonio/1345837/ It's something. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/johnantonio/1344163/ A giant indian came, indian came, indian came.A giant indian came, indian came, indian came.And stitched our hands, a line of one, line of one, line of one.And stitched our hands a line of one, a line of one, line of one.Now in the blue, we parachute, and jump off the edge of horizon.He fe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/johnantonio/1342835/ In progress. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/johnantonio/1331066/ A man awakens to familiar circumstances, but with places to be and obstacles to cross. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/johnantonio/1322461/