http://slow.writerscafe.org/jnadin12 The original writings of author james l navas en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775991236 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Crazy, incomprehensible. Sometimes you just have to,do yousomething crazyamazingend your infection of lazy. ignoring your dreamsleft you ashenfor your own healthmust chase your passion. Halt your soul's decayfinally seize the day.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jnadin12/2164232/ He had worn that mask for so longEven he almost forgot it was fake.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jnadin12/2164231/ Perched a top a treeseems the world is below meEverything's small from up here insignificantMy hands rubbed rawabsent skinbut now I sit in my own heavenamongst the clouds and angels tooI feel whole for the first time a warmth spreads through me. And I can't let go  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jnadin12/2164226/ It's all inside mewhere it shouldn't besat in my chestunable to restI want to shout forces it's way out  HelpI want it out now but how http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jnadin12/2164223/ Preaching to deaf earsbut time is not wastedeffort is never wastedalways rewardedthe song of sealed lipsa symphony of silencea deafening cacophony of noiseno sound fallson deaf or hearing earsyet all receive the messagea dance to blind eyeseyes don't see, but minds understandit's too simple to confu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jnadin12/2164220/ I sit and I starepeople flow around meI am invisible there. Just sat in the eddie. Torrents of people pass me bythey come and gono interaction, no friendly hellotheir business only they shall knowEveryone so alone in this ocean of othersmany live within their phone.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jnadin12/2164219/ I sit in the dark.surrounded, warm watercomforts,eventually even this turns. Biting. exposed flesh turns raw,I cut the flowSuccumb to the coldpain protect meshelter meI can't see.Water once rinsed  cleanalmost purefree from emotionanything could be forced to drain,But I cut the&n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jnadin12/2164218/ untamed beastsurvive withinhidden from allunleashed never chomp at allbare teethwild and savagean ember insidefed to be flamenever extinguishdhungry http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jnadin12/2095316/ Peering through false lensa distorted worldfake smilesyet we all are pulledto mask,hide all blemish. To show only perfectiondisplay for all to seedisplay for eternity. Why do all hide showing only lies a tainted view.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jnadin12/2091361/ a spark in sandinstant existence temporaldestined to failpowerless, impossible. spark in fumeinstant consequencepermanent impactdestined for devastationdestructive, catastrophic.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jnadin12/2091359/ How do you commit to unforgiving wordwhile foreboding reactionlooms - charcoal clouds. to feel yet never seetrust. thy presence certain mocked of small mind. None see, none believe. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jnadin12/2058508/ Eddie continues aroundregardlessblissfully unaware The mighty penonly wielded by a mighty manthe truths of the maneternal.Once the pen masteredman becomes eternal. While t' Eddie whirls ticking the time of all'cept what the pen hath writ  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jnadin12/2058505/ You can runand climb. And swim. You can love or hate. And hurt. You're just waitingto love, hatehurt. Waitingto do somethingfor something. Anything. Anything is better than nothing. Patience is a virtue. A useless virtue. Waiting doesn't ac.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jnadin12/1909638/ I'm afraid. Of: What I can't see, What I can,What I shouldn't. What could happen, What won't,What shouldn't. What I remember;Everything. The sweat, The smell,The heat, The noise, The screams,The face. The face of pain and anguish. There when I c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jnadin12/1905798/ Tick tock "Just a second""Just a minute""Only an hour"closerCloser to your end. Tick tocklimited timetime to achievewhat you can - mustNo retryNo second chancethis time this time onlyHow are you using yours? make of it what you can - must.  How much time do yo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jnadin12/1905488/ I sense nothing around me Just white everywhere. a blank canvasdares me to fill herIdeas, thoughts, feelings. to tell a story - have a dreama fantasyTo have a memoryA smell. A sound. A feeling. Something, Anything. Nothing. Peace. Calm. Tra.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jnadin12/1905474/ One candle - all it takes;  illuminate a roomfilled with darknessOne breath - all it takes;  extinguish a candleplunge a room into darknessleft to the mercy of the darkOne match - all it takes;  relight the candletake control of the darknessBut one breath - still all it takes; extingu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jnadin12/1905134/ I am running: Not where from where to? Through the worst placesto the perfect placeI keep running:always looking for betterIf only i looked around - perfect surrounds meI can't stop running:blinded by what follows (me) fixed on what's in front (of me) The perfect to destroy .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jnadin12/1905125/ My thoughts. Diffracted like light out of a prism,scrambled, as random as pi. Scattered like pigeons from an approaching gang;yet collected like rare stamps. Where I have been I knowWhere I am going I have know clue. My body fills with a warmth,a warmth which spreads from scalp to toe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jnadin12/1845075/ Silence, the noise is deafening.We wait; the perfect ambush laid, To defend our village against the brutal invader.Our great leader Pontiac;He leads us to rebel for our tribe.For the honour of our lives and our peoplesOur arrows against their bullets. Like a thorn in their side we bring do.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jnadin12/1845060/ Left, Right, Left, Right, Left,Struggle:Up the hill.through the valley.into the forestthrough the riverout, of the forest. Stride; Right Left Right Left Right.Down the hill, intothe meadowthrough the streamout of the meadow. Left, Right, Left, Right, Left. Amble: Around the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jnadin12/1845043/ Swept under the carpetdiscarded as a pile of rubbish,Forgotten is the existence of a soulhidden by the shell,trapped inside the failures of the bodytormented by its shortcomings. No solace offered, The pain hidden.The fake smile the forced posture, a talent of its own right. To h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jnadin12/1726808/ ding dong the church bell chimesla la the choir boy rhymes, amen the preacher leadsbegging he upstairs forgive our evil deeds, babe in the corner screamsproud parents of scouts beam, said scouts stand tall proudstride the aisle on their own cloud,all rise and god's praise singone out .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jnadin12/1726637/ Under the banner We marchFightUnder the banner we dieWe bleedSweatUnder the banner we weepWe hurt HateFor this banner we loveIt represents us Our familyOur lifeThe white rose of York.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jnadin12/1726619/ Stuck underground for sixty-nine daysin this thirty-three of us lay.Unable to move or shout,all limp and lamesuffering from terrible gout,above ground things will never be the same.A daughter born, wives - mothers are forlornthe scorching heathow are we upbeat? contracts to sign when we&nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jnadin12/1726600/ Trapped in a boxplain and ordinary.Trapped in the boxno releaseno cease.Trapped in this boximprisoned in my headlying sleepless on my bed. Tapped in a boxeternal life in a cellthis is my hell.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jnadin12/1726588/ A dream, ambition, aspiration. held by a childpours love, sweat and tears into a dream.Works to fulfil their purposeachieve their ambitionreach, risk everything, everyone;for their aspiration,Then society turns around - takes one look at the puddleof love sweat and tears, the mou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jnadin12/1726383/ The engine roarsthe stallion rears,lights grow dimmer candles hypnotic shimmer, wandering footsteps thud footsteps thud - the only similarity.Trains shuntoxen grunt,machine guns chatterswords clink and clatter, people aimlessly trudge people trudge - the only familiarity.soc.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jnadin12/1726370/ Stars splatter the night canvas, imagination creates the shapesamong the random jewels. Sun an eternal source of light,promising warmth like a mother,always there - every morning.  Moon taming the wild beast, controlling the vast waters,a beacon of hope, promising to ward of.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jnadin12/1726361/