http://slow.writerscafe.org/NathanJohnson The original writings of author JamesTleBourn en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776036103 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 About how I find it hard to think straight about things when one have of my brain (logical side) is always arguing with the other (emotional side) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NathanJohnson/2171130/ Live / Live to remember / Live to experience / Live to serve / Live to create http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NathanJohnson/2170923/ A poem and tribute to Easter and the risen Savior: Jesus Christ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NathanJohnson/2169870/ I’m Gonna Be Okay A blazing fire collapses the great oakBut still the eagle soars unchallengedIsolation is starting to make me chokeBreaking again what’s already brokeBut who says you can’t fix the damagedAnd begin the healing with a quick joke http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NathanJohnson/2169758/ A newborn, innocent dove crawling / Out of the delicate and infant nest / Only to be sent deathly sprawling http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NathanJohnson/2169518/ I thought emotions could always / Be quantified and qualified, but I’m realizing that's more and more wrong / Every time I see you in the hallways http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NathanJohnson/2169176/ Time travel is possible... eternal letters to your past self (or is it your present self?)... thousands of years in the future... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NathanJohnson/2168816/ Three eyes, one person, infinity possibilities http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NathanJohnson/2168601/ Hanging up feels likes a death sentence / Because I’m being ripped from the one / Person I ever wanted to talk to http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NathanJohnson/2168316/ Song birds erupting into violent melody / Soft petals shriveling in the shine of frost / Dreams discouraging what could never be / Compasses directing the ship to be lost http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NathanJohnson/2168036/ A small, sweet high school (almost) memory of those legendary high school dances... didn't we all love those? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NathanJohnson/2167741/ A little mythological fantasy poem and experiment. I usually don't write poems like this- tell me what you think: "On the Cliff of Morandon pridefully stood the Castle of Morr..." http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NathanJohnson/2167511/ I wanted to cry so bad. So, I just hid. / I wanted to punch something. I did. / I just wanted to be with you. I can’t. / So I might as well just stay here and rant. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NathanJohnson/2167224/ If Time numbers its ticks sufficient upon my soulIf the Judge of Life eyes my existence and lets go the tollIf shadows shine brighter than all that I've knownIf my body decides to degenerate under mounds of stone​O' Master of Death, I'll heed your callBut I'll stand strong, I'll stand tall&#82.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NathanJohnson/2166922/ Hi there, my name is Poem. / It is nice to finally meet you / I’m here to finally show ‘em / What a pen can finally do http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NathanJohnson/2166801/ Not a really *good* poem... but one that makes me happy. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NathanJohnson/2166281/ The canvas the universe lays plastered/Across the tree of time, and throughout/It all are bright furnaces that emanate beautiful/Rays that rule the entire kingdom of the/Spectrum because light is http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NathanJohnson/2166084/ Even if I shall never know true love / I can try to search for my meek answer / Find understanding of feelings thereof / And provide an anthem to the dancer http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NathanJohnson/2165925/ “Please Come for Me”I left you behind a long time agoMy heart was not able to deal with youBut now as I write this, you should knowThat I regretted leaving as I flewI’ve stood alone in this cold for so longYearning that you decide to come for meBecause I don’t have the streng.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NathanJohnson/2165811/ "The Question Pt. I"How can I know what love actually isThey keep saying I am young; yet admitIt feels like movies when they stop in scenes Watch skies, clasp hands, and finally, see itThis famed force everyone knows to be hereBut when it knocks at my door will I knowWill I have to guess or wil.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NathanJohnson/2165810/ Sit down, find a bench, a seat, anything / Think about it: sit, think about the end / Realize that you’d miss flowers in Spring / Crave a purpose in all the time you spend http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NathanJohnson/2165809/ I know that the sun rises and falls every day /I know that “I love you” is together what we say / I know that Spring’s still outlasts the Winter snows / I know that now is the present, but who knows http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NathanJohnson/2165798/ The boy sat hunched over on the black chair / The residue of a tear still stained his face / His black suit and black tie quivered in the wind / The wind that tailed the coffin on its march http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NathanJohnson/2165704/ You’ve been broken for so long / They’ve been hurting you all along / Your broken body lays in a heap / Wake up from your nervous sleep http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NathanJohnson/2165691/ The beach: a three way battlefield and a natural convergent of the ocean, the winds, and the sands. A war that has lasted for eternity. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NathanJohnson/2165423/ How do I do “goodbye?” / I’ve said it so much / Yet I haven’t changed / Have I been doing it wrong http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NathanJohnson/2165417/ The call came late one Friday night / I was tired, let the phone ring despite / Now my deepest wishes were foretold / My sanity to the soul-traders sold http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NathanJohnson/2165325/ A Letter and a RopeLast Sunday I found a letter in the mail“To Whoever It May Concern” it saidWhen inside, I opened it without failAfter reading it’s note, I felt like leadIn distinct and graceful red pen it began:“My good friend, you know not of me,And I only wish to propose.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NathanJohnson/2164784/ It should’ve been simple, really / All you were dong was saying "Hi" / But that look in your brown eyes made it / So that the moment was something so much more http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NathanJohnson/2164783/ Me and her - we used to be so easy / At times it was so much so it was cheesy / We would sit together but contentedly / I would drum on myself, beats on my knee http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NathanJohnson/2164782/ Bring me back / To a simple time / Follow dirt tracks / To creeks and climb / Bring me back http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NathanJohnson/2164780/ I’ve walked around this earth / 27 years hasn’t changed my mind / Nothing is different since birth / History hasn’t changed my kind http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NathanJohnson/2164779/ When the eagle preys the doveIf the warm sun setsWhen push comes to shoveI want you toJust know that I will stay to fightFor you every step of the way, despiteWhen the stars no longer bare lightWhen the war breaks outIf the tides roll inWhen suddenly comes drought I want you toJust know that I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NathanJohnson/2161861/ As the Summer turns to Winter, Time does / From Day to Night will move on and clocks turn / I hate the Sun, for it tells me what was http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NathanJohnson/2161127/ As I lay in thought while night comes pondering the day / A constant, screeching backdrop impedes my way http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NathanJohnson/2161126/ Shall I wake up to face the world when still / I lay sleeping in fields of crimson sheets / Why leave this realm of sleep, and cross that hill http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NathanJohnson/2161124/ I came to the ruins day after day / Many souls have deemed me misanthropic http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NathanJohnson/2161123/ Apollo’s chariot is descending / To kiss the horizon and usher Moon http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NathanJohnson/2161122/ Chained to the stone walls of my cerebrum / Slave on my own ship; mutiny at sea http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NathanJohnson/2161121/ What's in the inside of a black hole? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NathanJohnson/2157310/ An interesting take on grief, loss of childlikeness, and the full circle unity of sadness. It is the story of Adam Vonn's life- one filled with love, loss, and lilies. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NathanJohnson/2157308/ A young boy remembering the tales of legendary giants from long ago. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NathanJohnson/2157307/ Black holes have been slowly annihilating everything. Humans have been retreating to the last solar system they could to wait for the end. The end is inevitable. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NathanJohnson/2157215/