http://slow.writerscafe.org/Anthony%20Amell The original writings of author AAmell en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776076942 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Someday, our Mother and Father will not exist in the world we live in. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Anthony-Amell/2000605/ Limerick about our political climate http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Anthony-Amell/1949453/ More of a musing than a Poem. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Anthony-Amell/1948881/ The dirt beneath our feet has existed as long as this Earth. And we don't even truly know how long that is. Isn't that something. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Anthony-Amell/1947493/ This is a writing that I completed back in 2014. it is from a book entitled "642 Things to Write About." Look into it, it is quite fun. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Anthony-Amell/1946898/ Not a Poem, but rather a philosophical thought. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Anthony-Amell/1941602/ This is the Final Paper for one of my English Classes in College. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Anthony-Amell/1940655/ Time escapes no one. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Anthony-Amell/1931617/ Words fall off lips like leaves lost to the wind,And nothing can be saved, nothing controlled.Time is that one variable that is beyond our holdWhere once words are said, no one can rescind. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Anthony-Amell/1864276/ It begins like a clot;Slowing constricting the flowUntil it boils over the pot. Bonds become weakAnd your mind sinks low‘Til you crawl and you sinkTo the dark pits below. Your ravenous side pours As your hunger side grows,And you get throug.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Anthony-Amell/1859390/ A Poem found written in my Journal, dated March 2, 2015 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Anthony-Amell/1849191/ Written for the 2016 Presidential Election http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Anthony-Amell/1849171/ Written for the 2016 Presidential Election http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Anthony-Amell/1849170/ The ending section from a Journal Entry of mine, dated October 2, 2014 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Anthony-Amell/1849167/ From high up on my Father’s throne I sit,   Reluctant to this burden pass along;      For no one in my Kingdom yet seems fit. A weight of worlds for me to lay upon The back of he who takes this noble throne (Heredity for he the fates have spun), Through Hierarchy.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Anthony-Amell/1846628/ In dedication to my Wife http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Anthony-Amell/1843937/ This is half story/ half angry rant about people being so trusting of those who have knowledge of something. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Anthony-Amell/1673622/ Second (small) Chapter of my dream. One more joins the team. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Anthony-Amell/1528798/             How did Iget here?             I findmyself standing in a house I do not recognize at first. The air is gray andmisty, as if I were in a dream. I press the button on my headset to check my.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Anthony-Amell/1527987/ In the aftermath of a strange incident on the coast of California, the Government turns a suspicious eye to HexCorp, a technology giant who perfected nano-technology. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Anthony-Amell/1527983/ This is story #1 from my "642 Things to Write About" book. This was written immediately after I read the prompt http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Anthony-Amell/1508617/ Short; just like a summer storm; just like my childhood http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Anthony-Amell/1507179/ This is a sonnet I am working on for my British Literature Class. I need/ would love criticism on the piece. Its about literature and myth living on through the people who read it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Anthony-Amell/1432473/ There are places that we go, where the world melts away for a short time. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Anthony-Amell/1349327/ Sitting in my room, drinking seventy dollar rum, and I wonder if I'll remember this moment when it passes. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Anthony-Amell/1349152/ Inspired by the dreams I had about a girl for over a year, and continue to have to this day. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Anthony-Amell/1188416/ Loved ones are near? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Anthony-Amell/827083/ Dreams can be just, http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Anthony-Amell/827082/ Haiku http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Anthony-Amell/820442/ Umm... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Anthony-Amell/818695/ When all there is to it, is love. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Anthony-Amell/817974/ Sanity can be a place. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Anthony-Amell/816371/ I consider this romance, because i know what it truly is about. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Anthony-Amell/815731/ Journal entry for October 10, 2010....revised http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Anthony-Amell/815016/ He was too early, she was too late. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Anthony-Amell/813322/ Haven't we all... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Anthony-Amell/800529/ A short story about a mans past. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Anthony-Amell/800524/ This is a story of thwarted love. The antagonist is time. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Anthony-Amell/799886/