http://slow.writerscafe.org/JonBuckley92 The original writings of author Jon Buckley en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776049544 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Shackled once you were,iron bound and bound to stay that waylooking up from the gutter, the bleak prison,home.Lawyers walk the streets, thieves walk the streets,there's nothing on the streetsAre you not better off in a hell-hole you're used to?It's your choice, you can ta.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JonBuckley92/1265122/ You said your love, like a blanket,Would keep me warm forever.Yet I'm colder than your latent heart. You handed me a paperback promise,One that was immune to fold.Yet it torn straight apart. You whispered a poem straight to my ear,In hope, for you, I would grow besotted... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JonBuckley92/947345/ The fingers upon the unbiased handPoint in the direction of the fairest maiden.Like a corrupt compass that only points to the hearts' desire. The girl takes the unbiased hand and joins it with her own.Wraps the gentle velvet digits to the bone.In that moment the rain pauses,Frozen.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JonBuckley92/830506/ Who is the father to all natural beauty?We know of the mother.The glory-seeker.The one who stands tall on the mountains of her offspring,And shouts.She screams her legacy until her lungs grow weak.The echoes of her gentle voice ring off in generations'hearts'. We bathe in her .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JonBuckley92/829985/ Remarks that spark,Anger in your heart.The evil you thatComes out in the dark. Full of rage,Dressed in black.Breaking bones,To watch your back.  You crouch down,As you drop your hat.Feel boots on your back,You're an un-welcome mat. Before you leave,You .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JonBuckley92/829586/ Evil takes many forms,It doesn't just hide behind Satan's doors.Strips good men down to nothing more,Than sewer-dwellers, beyond the poor. Evil speaks a wicked tongue,Convincing the innocent that right is wrong.Chaining feet that walk along,Weaking those that were born strong... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JonBuckley92/829582/ Sombre was the life you led,Greed was the taste on your tongue.And deep was the hole that housed you. Black was the colour of your heart,Corruption was the muse of your dreams.And dark was the hole that housed you. Sin was the poison you wept,Rage was the only truth you t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JonBuckley92/829578/ Breaking barriers you wouldn't know were there,the endless wonder.It goes on and on. My mind, the fragile being, is blown.It is non-stop.Wearing me out. Over-thinking is a poor man's job.They have that power.It's new to me. Thinking. Wondering, in a world that .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JonBuckley92/795642/ We'd walk.We'd talk.Make plans.Hold hands.And see how things turned out.Sing songs.Right wrongs.Play games.Make names.And gaze, and laze about.We'd shout.Fall out.We'd hug.Make up.And all would be okay.We'd joke.We'd poke.We'd laugh.Do Math.All in those old days.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JonBuckley92/783184/ Shakespeare was my brother,The more successful one.He'd woo hundreds of women,While I couldn't even woo one. He spoke words like a king,Of two hundred years ago.Should I have been more like him?I guess I'll never know. Shakespeare;I'm not a poet.Unlike you.Shakesp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JonBuckley92/782779/ Your reflection is fading,But still you smile.Holding on to your memories,If just for a while. Wait. You're gone,Vanished in the air.No trace of sorrow,Hurt or despair. I can feel your presence,Your hand touching mine.Only it's not really true,Just a deceptio.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JonBuckley92/782772/ If truth were a man, He'd be no more of a man than me.He wouldn't be perfect,He wouldn't be free. He wouldn't bow down,To the sinners or the thieves.Yet he wouldn't sympathise,With the people on their knees. If truth were a man,He'd be no more of a man than I.If t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JonBuckley92/782681/