http://slow.writerscafe.org/antonynathan The original writings of author nathan en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776013049 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 See how she standing before meher hands in mine reflecting the warmth in her eyesGod,what wouldn't I give for her.Her passionate embrace leads me to pray-God let me not be her lesson in what a foolish man looks like.And let her not be my lesson in love lost.AR. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/antonynathan/1115487/ I am fresh out of nice today,there will be no kind word,no courtesyI'm out of fresh out of silenceand you will seejust how much my tongue can wag like a double edge sword. . . http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/antonynathan/1115485/ Merry x-mas to you all,where X is the place your heart affiliatesand the direction your passions oscillate.Merry X-masfor this is the day you fulfill that secret wish you've had all year- AndX is equal to indulgence,Merry X-masto you allfor the play at pity couldn't come at a better time.And X is eq.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/antonynathan/1115483/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/antonynathan/1115481/ Dear Lord, what are those things really floating in the sky known as clouds? Now you would understand my plight, if I told you how often I see bunnies in flight, a bearded man smiling like a clown crowned with the sun and dancing eagles. I have seen unicorns rising against billowing boulders, horns.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/antonynathan/1072832/ To my cousin http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/antonynathan/1072830/ Family treeIf every leaf looked back far enoughFind that single twig bearing a bunchThen maybe they would stop fightingFor a spot in the sunIf every twig looked back far enoughIn the breach ‘tween it and its brotherFind that single branchJoining ‘him’ to ‘her’ twining t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/antonynathan/1050500/ Vast as the universe above and beyond this littlespeck I call home,My heart within burns a flame imperishable.a starry host of thoughts wreathed in shadow and flamefurnaces of hope,co-existing with pits of despair like black holesthat suck in all the joy and peaceleaving me empty and void.Wants.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/antonynathan/995087/ We are what we seewe are what we hearwe are everything in betweensometimes what we fear.We are very unique inventionsproducts of our parents' good intentionswe are our notions;and all we hold dearWe observe, deriveassimilate and adaptand sometimes fightonly slowly to become- Posterity.AR. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/antonynathan/995086/ what do you do when the rug's been pulled from under your feetwhen nudge turns to shovewhat do you do when the world suddenly becomes hostileand the smile that once filled you with trust brings dreadwhat do you do when the familiar roads you've trodden years upon yearssuddenly lead to unknown doors .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/antonynathan/986570/ Excuses!You looked for every excuse to gomy heart, you saidhad become a cage to youyou wished to be free.so I let you out because I grew wearyof listening to your voicethat like a caged nightingale'sonly sang of open fields and new facesmy love had no jurisdiction overso I unlatched the door hoping .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/antonynathan/985936/ Let me be found a foolin my foolishness His wisdom aboundsLet me be found a mutein my uncertainty will He fill my mouth with joyful soundsLet me be found weakHis strength breaks all my bondsLet me be found brokenin His hands I find my beingLet me be found blindHis light will illuminate my pathsLet m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/antonynathan/985414/ Like a touch of dew on a blade of grass,warding off the nyt's mile au:a diamond in the morning sun. I wanna show u off to the world coz ur beautiful to me... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/antonynathan/957989/ Tonight's moon is a wholesome being.....Milk grows bones but I have never knownwhat entirety meant nor experienced completion.Contentment was a notion unheard ofand my heart churned a steady chimein the crimson rivers a whisper hummed-You are voidhollowalone.Your divine lips then spokeyour voice, a .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/antonynathan/957985/ All I have ever known about you is stern looks whenever my impish nature tried to kick in,All I have ever known about you is bills you paidthen fade into indifference,All I have ever known about you is threats when you wanted to have you wayAll I have ever known is fearas your steps hit th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/antonynathan/951488/ I am supposed to have vision for the both of us.Be the man with the plandecision maker as I steer our coursewith an unerring sense of directionI am supposed to be brave for the both of us.I conceal the doubts and misgivings I bearIn a far away look, dragging them in the crookof my hand as I battle y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/antonynathan/948109/ Break me...Here I amLord break me.Break these legsthat constantly run away.Break this neck that won't yield to your way.Here I am Lord,break me,The will that won'tbend,the back that won't genuflect- toobreak them LordBlind my eyesto everything but your faceDeafen my ears to all but your voice,Let ea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/antonynathan/948052/ Tonight's moon is the curve of her hips,a sexy silhoutte shrouded in a shawl of silver mist.Trees stand attentive guarding her chastityand in other places her enticing light is blotted out.Sing ye hapless children of the earth,ye sons of the high noon that speak your desires amid tongues of flamerun.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/antonynathan/941822/ Tonight a poet diedno one knows whybut reports sayhis heart left him,it slipped out while he sleptand swam across the ocean,it lies with another now.AR. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/antonynathan/898411/ She knows many tongues,passwords to hidden chambers of men's lust and moneybags.Lasso tears near her many flavored lies lie:that's her arsenal beside Gucci handbagsand long black silk nylons.She wears proud shoesand haughty wordsand embodies fantasies.She is a shooting star. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/antonynathan/886299/ I met a hedgehog today, scurrying under the moonlight on its back, propped against the sky, shadow spears tipped with silver. the hedgehog walked past me unfazed and unhurried while man's malice slumbered. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/antonynathan/884300/ Nope! I definitely have not met you but I know the color of your eyes; Green for when you're calm Blue when you're about to cry hazel when you dance, and Brown when you're almost bored: all colors of the rainbow maybe but of this I am certain, Your eyes reflect all injustices I one day hope to amend.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/antonynathan/884299/ Because he loved, heaven's splendor, hell's dark flames couldn't hold him. Because loved, he traded the infinite, for two eyes, two hands and feet: the bonds of mortal flesh. Rags he put on and went without a home, All so I could, into grace, come. Because he loved. Because he loved, he was accus.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/antonynathan/831360/ I am tired. Weariness is in my bones the decay of time imprinted on my heart like grimy fingerprints on clear glass. And eight hours of sleep bring no rest. I hunger, not for food for the aroma of choicest meat, bouquet of sweetest wine I find revolting: the void keeps on widening... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/antonynathan/827592/ Sometimes enough will mean a growling stomach and the consequent tightening of your belt but you will have joy Sometimes abundance will mean languishing in the cold deprived and depraved lonely, despair nipping at you heels, but there will be peacesometimes much will meanBeing turned out by the sam.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/antonynathan/827590/ We cower and hide,shut the windowsand lock the doorswhen the sky darkens it's browand rain clouds gather their relatives for the storm.We have always known storms as instruments of hatewe imagine them as the embodiment of anger and maliceForever blind to the love burning behind it.What if the sky wa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/antonynathan/816961/ Since I have only known your words,derived tone and stress from punctuation marks,drawn your expressions from emoticons,I have given you a soft husky voicelike velvet.It is this voice breathes in mefrom the friendship we have forged.I have given you stars for eyes-two diamonds embedded in your moonl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/antonynathan/815150/ Angels,the lot of thempolishing their halosto participate in the numbers game.It is always'passionate,kind,considerate,naughty but nice'adjectives swimming in pools of oxymoronsnext to smiling photos and nonchalant poses.But none says the truth. Like the deeprooted, soul crushing lonelinessThe .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/antonynathan/815146/ Funny how memories of you now seem to be tied up in silly moments.like dropping a potato today made me rememberof the time we tried to cook beef in a skillet... hahaburnt offerings!!Best meal of my life because You were there with meThat was really somethingYou were something else.Now,walking d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/antonynathan/810124/ I would sell your heart for two minutes of pleasure. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/antonynathan/807894/ Sundays make you humanthere standing behind the counteryour smiles come spontaneouslylike new thoughts.Hair slightly dishevelled,white faded t-shirt with 'crazy for JC' printed on the front,You love just like Him, on Sundays....freely.Heavy make up, nails and hair done,you wear Wednesday like a mask.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/antonynathan/807870/ You wondered why I kept staringsaying nothingAnd I told you I was drawing memoriesfor later when our time was spent.Well, now later has arrivedand it's been months since my eyes fell on you.But I remember you still,on that 1st Monday of my fourth day in schoolYou walked in that day,wormed your way i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/antonynathan/807869/ .. to die like a man means each drop of blood must be earned... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/antonynathan/807867/ That smile....That smilemakes merush homeeach nightThat smile makes work days unbearableit draws outeach sinew ofeach of my waking seconds thatsmile.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/antonynathan/799652/ Things you see in the dark http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/antonynathan/796811/ stuff does happen http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/antonynathan/795699/ An old experience http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/antonynathan/791508/ once more this is a page from my journal http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/antonynathan/790471/ I seriously need to start naming these poems! anyhow, this is a fragment of a thought http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/antonynathan/787909/ to my friends http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/antonynathan/787881/ An old Christmas thought http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/antonynathan/787870/ Do you believe that growing old is inevitable??? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/antonynathan/787868/ none really http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/antonynathan/787866/ stems from a hobby I once nursed http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/antonynathan/787864/ this is the sum of all we hope for http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/antonynathan/787854/ just a play with words http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/antonynathan/785682/ this really happened http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/antonynathan/785678/ TiredHungry,Dirty,Yet for all this,I am happycontented.and tomorrow,I get to see her. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/antonynathan/785133/ 3 Things that make all men equal:God,Death,Cigarettes.3 Things that show who people truly are:DistanceWealthPrivacy3 Things that scare all men:Truth,Faith,Change3 Things we could die forLoveBeliefs http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/antonynathan/785124/ Bad break up http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/antonynathan/784499/