http://slow.writerscafe.org/Brinjakeelake The original writings of author Brinja Keelake en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776264426 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 She follows my footstepsOne by one,And she’s with me wherever I go.Sometimes she’s small and cute,Hiding away,While other times she is tallAnd ready to be seen.She does what I do,Mimicking me throughout my day,Never missing a motion.Sometimes she conceals herself,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brinjakeelake/1133153/ A slight smile,Stolen from the wind,As it passed from your lips to mine.Our eyes meet,Bridging the distance,Since we cannot reach across.A small sigh,Lost in translation,As it skipped between our souls.You glance away,Cheeks the color of ancient bricks,Never to turn again... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brinjakeelake/1133150/ Your eyes glistenAs you breathe fastCalming your racing heart.Your hair,Wild as weeds,Grows longer before me.Your smile spreads across your face,Wide as a canyon,And sweet as a flowers' scent.Your arms reach out,Becoming your bridge,But never long enoughAs your body keeps movingAnd everything fadesA.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brinjakeelake/1087878/ I don’t justwrite the darkness,I let it in.I let itfill me,Seeping outof my mouth, ears, eyes.It flowsdown my arms,Controllingthe words.It invadesmy brain,Scaring mewith my own thoughts.My mind isblack.Old memoriesI’d rather forget are brought to the surface,My body.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brinjakeelake/1045680/ He’s yellingagain.Braceyourself for the blow,You know itis sure to come. He’s yellingagain.Nod, look assorrowful as possibleAnd look athis face.But don’tcry. Never cry. He’s yellingagain.He’s getting.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brinjakeelake/1024986/ You've painted me to a masterpieceYou've sculpted me to a work of artOnce I was rough,Blank,Waiting to be moulded with love,Devotion.Now the people stare.They wonder at my creators nameBut my plaque just says "unknown"You've turned me into an art formAnd left me on my own.I'm stared at,Marveled at,A.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brinjakeelake/1011705/ Hold my hand or hold me tightWe need not leave each other.Perfect understandingKnowing each otherNo secrets held between us.We take it slowly,No rush or pressurePurely each others company.We know the thoughts of one anotherSpeech is not necessary,There is not discussion of important matters,For ther.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brinjakeelake/1010177/ ​    I took another turn through the maze-like passageways, hoping to findthe right door. The backpack on my back felt heavy and seemed to weigh me downwith the knowledge I now had.    ​"Why did you have to be taken?" I asked .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brinjakeelake/1003269/ You are so far away and I can't touch you,But right now we are so close.I can feel your skin,Your breath,Your heart.This glass that shows your face is cold and lifeless,But brimming with energy.I feel you hold me close,Run your hands on my backThrough the words you speak.The moments pass,The words f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brinjakeelake/1002881/ A hand on my arm,Too tight,Painful. Searing,Glaring eyes,Burn red with anger. My face seems meek,Scared,Complacent. Inside I burn too,Imagining the pain I can cause you,I know I'm stronger than you. You use your words like weapons,Cutting into my fleshTo leave me as nothing.&nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brinjakeelake/1002868/