http://slow.writerscafe.org/Andrwjacksonable The original writings of author Andrew Nelson Stewart en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775991193 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15      Unfold me so that the untainted spills don't become ordinary in your eyes.                    Beliefs with a conscience becomes worn at the edges                     &nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Andrwjacksonable/2771704/ Experienced a ban from this site couple months ago like every morning I've always been writing reviews for others and wrote couple pieces of my own. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Andrwjacksonable/2767181/ Trying to start a fire as an escape from being lost for too long. The inevitable madness we all endure when attempting to set things to a simmer in battle for reality. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Andrwjacksonable/2758149/ Love and much more what meets the eye when such an old world is said so many times. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Andrwjacksonable/2555181/ The loneliness while in the background everything starts to fade and the feelings of elsewhere. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Andrwjacksonable/2489795/ The random feelings of sadness especially in your favorite seat on a hypothetical everyday day train as it compares losing someone dear to the heart. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Andrwjacksonable/2488801/ Latent eyes of how deep you can really go and how little time you can be out there for. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Andrwjacksonable/2486390/ Diving randomly into your life about childhood friends, places that were home but forgot yet remembered again. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Andrwjacksonable/2168626/ Some thoughts through this week, thinking a lot and sometimes my poems may be random on some topic i don't know what I'm writing about sometimes. I just write with no pause. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Andrwjacksonable/2070108/ Its been awhile since I wrote anything here maybe two years but I'm glad I arrived here. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Andrwjacksonable/2069600/        Appalling Silences that broke away from the vibrations of these avalanches looking for meaning, looking for something to bury, instead of running the absence of your eyes intervened of what was to come in this very moment  Not so worried what swept.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Andrwjacksonable/1970393/       In whispers, in time and in meadows ofcrossing to another, waiting to see someone not taking plastic steelwords of such ways. Echoes and bangs of such rattles of metalshearing miles away or the crunches and constant wrinkling of thysurface traded off to peo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Andrwjacksonable/1970043/      Beginning to feel like a funeral home and seeing the memories running around my torn yet callus feet which has become an area which old lovers and old places run their fingers through, Again and again with each step to new love, new pain, new life and mos.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Andrwjacksonable/1969942/   Are you home or should I leave the door open so you can come crawling in? A simple plan I made before running through the fields of nights  Hearing running hands next to me as I lay there when I thought I was standing to be kissed without anyone there, grasping and staring of some f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Andrwjacksonable/1873310/ In the most of breathing mist by things we used to catch, the ways of setting freedom slowly closing the eyelids one by one, voicing the emotion over and over again hoping that you can feel it to. We search, we cuddle in between beliefs that passing wind and moving rivers won't move us apart. Now be.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Andrwjacksonable/1873282/ The composure and the possession of things we cannot keep forever, no matter how much we love. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Andrwjacksonable/1851541/ Running away, to believe it's a good choice to rejoice Being in the garden where I used to work, can be away from the things I hold close, In the eyes of the garden, to be in memories that make you laugh, that make you cry, that give you shelter from the closing of your palms and eyes of.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Andrwjacksonable/1803289/ Before I hold what it meant to imagine or simply replacing something with anew because eyes tend to be focused on that kind of world, when the other goes in hiding forever with nature taking it's role. Watching being a tale and later coming true, it shows what I have to do To make both worlds c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Andrwjacksonable/1802316/ The Dragon-fly drawing a photo finish. All I can do is stare, nothing more than convalescing things. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Andrwjacksonable/1757246/ Love that awaits to cast upon your soul and being completed in this universe. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Andrwjacksonable/1756825/ Perpetuation of journeys we pass along the way of saying goodbye and looking outward to see what consisting waves bring in for a reflection, to show what we are inside and what we missed from another. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Andrwjacksonable/1755597/ In that moment you realize you would do anything to help a bird fly with broken wings. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Andrwjacksonable/1753318/ A string of lexical items delineate a panorama of joy of love in a realm of dream! trying to capture the landscape in inner camera, microscopic lens. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Andrwjacksonable/1752377/ In the harbor of throwing rocks into the deep of things, what I feel is what I get. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Andrwjacksonable/1752370/ Mysterious seeker in this lonesome world of moratorium. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Andrwjacksonable/1752353/ In general we are all afraid of not knowing what comes next in our lives, walking near to accidents waiting to happen or just God signs to show you a different way of living in a world of made up art? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Andrwjacksonable/1750009/ Coloring the sky the same color and leaving it that way because its my home I want to still live in. Pain and heartbreaks bring changes but you makes you stronger and some heartbreaks you can't let go http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Andrwjacksonable/1749688/ I don't know where it is now, to know what a friend has shown me. As a little boy we both know it's meaning. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Andrwjacksonable/1749683/ A friend of madness and unaware that we all go mad sometimes. Knowing you're not alone. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Andrwjacksonable/1749350/ Comparing latitude to glances of curiosity. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Andrwjacksonable/1749128/ Being in adversity of uncertainty. Seeing and feeling pain in hollow grounds of remembering yourself in such moments of life. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Andrwjacksonable/1749127/ Based on how I view my emotions through thoughts that speak and my conscience knowing how to connect with them. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Andrwjacksonable/1512585/