http://slow.writerscafe.org/B%20Medb The original writings of author Brette Medb en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776018863 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Not finished... well perhaps if it doesn't go over well. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/B-Medb/1027597/ Empty.A wordless state of emotion and feeling.Guilt.A heaviness unescapable in silence.Death.A state of being, not necessarily an end.Shattered glass, fragmented beyond recognition,Smashed, broken beyond repair.A thousand scattered reflections blurredMarred by what is left behind.Mirrored into the s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/B-Medb/701599/ Forever ago there was a timeWhen the sand slowed downAnd the clock stopped tickingPausing the quickened breathAnd the pounding heartOf a troubled, worried mind.Then in a mere momentTime sped up revealingIf only for a second a life,A life unlived waiting,Forever waiting for it to begin. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/B-Medb/644405/ The words fall flat,the beauty and mysterytoo much to be expressedon paper with pen.Steel gray,Endless blue,Mystic green,a vortex of feelingrevealing hidden secretsof a complex mind.Reflecting poolsof unspoken thoughtand deep emotion.Oh how your eyes sparkle with a thousand more words than ever grac.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/B-Medb/643906/ The Silent old man,You've seen him beforeStanding sentinel At the crossroads of life.Stoic in his choices,Regretful of little,Joyful of much,Even if hiddenBehind sorrowful eyes. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/B-Medb/643871/ Swirling, vivid texturesBlending into an infinite paletteOf decadent colors,Dripping forth through canvas. Dancing for all to see.The beauty withinEach and every fiberReady to be embracedBy the lover, the fighter,The preacher, the liar,In their time of need,Of passion; passion of life. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/B-Medb/643856/ twirling, swirling, through an ephemeral existencethrough dense growth, snow capped mountainsand sunset skies of brilliant pink, blues, and gold.Come hither onto frosted ground,Mother nature's final resting place of splendor.Crisp, biting, billows of breeze scatter to the four cornersof .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/B-Medb/615562/ I've been here before but I couldn't tell you whenOnly that I recognize this place and all that I've ever been; A lost and lonely child,  now a woman but still Confounded and confused in this storm I've created.I find myself submerged screaming into nothingnessDigging slowly.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/B-Medb/523987/ Someone told me to finish somethings,To get on with my lifeFind myself, find my voice,But I find that I am attachedTo the other half that is me.My heart is his, my mind with himIn desert places and high rocky facesSo when he comes homeTo my arms and my bodyI will finish what I have.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/B-Medb/521615/ Suppressed EmotionSuppression, OverwhelmedCaught in the revolutionOf shifting thoughts and emotionNo where to go, no where to hideJust living it, drowning in itNeed to breathe, breathe the airAnything but this confusionWarmed to the movementOf my mind and bodyNot in pai.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/B-Medb/519719/ No Idea... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/B-Medb/515649/ Here in the land of smoke and mirrorsHow I wish everything was clearerSomething just a little bit nearerTo focus on, make sense ofNone of this incoherent loveThat confounds the sensesBuilds walls not just easily hopped fences.The days roll by hazy and shadedMy whole world broken and .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/B-Medb/515628/ Derogatory remarks are all that leave your blackened lips,Vindictive to the very core of your being.I will not allow you to expurgate my words,It will not eradicate the tempest of emotionsI have created.Your scrupulousness is tied to the here and nowAnd cannot reach the edges of my imagina.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/B-Medb/404879/ An old piece I found laying around http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/B-Medb/404877/ This world dare threatens to take you away, away from me and all that I hold dear.Who knew I could ever love this much or care this much for someone other than me.It is you who I see in my dreams and awake to each morn', it is you that I love.Tenderly I see into your eyes and I feel this .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/B-Medb/402988/ Something that popped into my head late last night...take with it what you will http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/B-Medb/402985/     The sun stood sentry in the sky the following afternoon before Arrwin and Finias paused to rest much to Arrwin's displeasure. It had been her wish to leave the forest before stopping but the horses were in dire need of rest leaving no other alternative. Once out of the forest they.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/B-Medb/287960/     The sun crested over the rolling hills illuminating the Lady of the Wood leaning out her bedchamber window, brows creased in thoughtful frustration. All night she had spent the moon's bright ray's to allow her a safe path back and forth across her floor as she sought to decipher t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/B-Medb/286792/     Finias was led down a series of twisted corridors until they reached a narrow dimly lit hall where there was barely enough room to fit Master Gimbli and himself. Master Gimbli took a ring of oddly shaped keys out of his worn loose leather trousers choosing a key that seemed vaguel.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/B-Medb/285693/        Deep within the ancient forest, the sun could barely be seen through the thick growth and low hanging branches of the primordial flora. Just beyond the forest the sun shown love over the crest of the looming mountains scarcely three miles from the archaic city of Anam.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/B-Medb/285605/ A book that I've been working on for the past couple of years that keeps changing as my mood does, it's both ancient and magical and shows the story of three strong women that each have a destiny that can only be fulfilled together http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/B-Medb/285590/ A path through life that only brings true personal freedom in the end. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/B-Medb/284355/ Lilting, flowing, tarnish words fall from her blackened lipsAs she seeks to overpower those who are weak,Weak within their fallen souls.Gliding through the misting night frought with perilShe laughs at the children who follow in her path,The path to ignorance, for that is the way of the wo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/B-Medb/277485/ Night shadowsWhispers in the darkThe cause of myPounding heart,Deep withinMy aching chestHeaving from the Pain that Dances withinMy Breast.Hungry for powerLost withoutSightFeeding on My undisguisedFright.Save MeSomeone hear my PleaSave me fromMyDestiny. &n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/B-Medb/277484/ Something that's on my mind, I wonder if any of you can figure out my meaning behind the words. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/B-Medb/277480/ This will probably be added to later but this is the Truth of An Old Soul. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/B-Medb/277171/ A little bit of musing over religion and how people get so wrapped up in their 'faith' yet don't truly practice it. I'm not just talking about Christians but it got a little too long, if people like it I'll give my opinion on others as well. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/B-Medb/259623/       These old stripes of mine ragged and torn,Were born under the names of freedom and liberty.              Battle scarred, persecuted at home and abroadI die a little more each day.   .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/B-Medb/259603/ After a conversation I had today I felt to share exactly who I am and how I refuse to change for other people and their expectations. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/B-Medb/258829/ A Simple version of how points of view and priorities change throughout life and age. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/B-Medb/258343/     "The distinct tangy scent of blood wafted twards her. Looking down, Branna realized the blood came not from some other being but herself. Her hands were stained crimson and her dark green dress dripped with it from the gash on her arm. No pain seared through her, adrenaline m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/B-Medb/258213/ Sometimes laughter is the only cure for the sorrows of the heart, a place where a hug and a kiss and a that's too bad just doesn't seem to cut through the dismal mass. a tear streaking down a rosied cheek frozen from the pain of being left out in the cold, transformed not by the soothing wo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/B-Medb/257499/     Hidden from view, the essence of Branna swirled intoxicatingly around The Slave to The Prince of Night but nothing could be done until she revealed herself. Part of what bound the slaves to the Prince of Night was the chains on their power; human manifestation was beyond their gra.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/B-Medb/257478/ An Irish family living in Boston in the early 1900s. Many people have commented about the lack of quotation marks, there isn't supposed to be any because it's in James Joyce's Style and he used none but instead he used a dash mark. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/B-Medb/257114/     An unyielding force pulled Branna away from the forest toward her small flat at the edge of Ashton Square. Her inner voice guided her through the dark streets to her front door but instinct made her pause, a pressure built within her warning of an unseen danger close by. The force.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/B-Medb/257079/     Settling deep into the satin sheets Phoebe opened her book with every intention to read but halfway through the page her eyes burned as if filled with sand, begging to be allowed to rest. Setting the book down on the night stand she turned off the light allowing the darkness to se.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/B-Medb/249173/     In centuries past he had never had to interfere with her life, she controlled her own power and commanded those around her with ease but as the centuries wore on her powers changed, became buried deep in the subconscious leaving her defenseless to the powers of darkness. In the ea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/B-Medb/248924/ I'm not Christian but sometimes there are people who are worthy of respect and admiration http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/B-Medb/248773/ Calm; the serenity of the soulFilled with light and purity untainted,Untainted by the sins of man.All roads lead to death, but the soul lives onUnencumbered by the restraints of the bodyForever evolving, an entity unto itself.The only end is silence, the smothering of lifeBy the one wh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/B-Medb/248769/     The throbbing bass of the techno music pounded the floor and the flash of the strobe light electrified the room with a hypnotic thrum. Hundreds of sweat soaked bodies gyrated on the floor in time with the music relashing the release of emotion and stress with every sway of the hip.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/B-Medb/248540/ The last part before it goes to modern times http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/B-Medb/248474/     Many years passed and Hecate continued to claim the night as her own but evil continued to flourish within the hearts of man. They created new technology to harm one another and the darkness that had been created became stronger, emerging into one being who could command the darkn.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/B-Medb/248447/ Each tree beats with the blood of the earth,Pounding with the eteranl life,The mysteries of Mother Earth.Balance; the basis of all things.Male, female, light and darkNone can live where the other lacks.In the deepest of oceans,Black as inkSwim the fish with phosphorescent veins.The.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/B-Medb/248392/ Spoken word poem... something old but still my favorite of my rhymes. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/B-Medb/248390/ Your Insinuations hurt my earsBring back all my hidden fears.You think you're so astuteHaving made myselfFeel so minute.That is your fallacyNot mine,I hold no jealousy.I may beErratic, impetuous at timesBut I'm free, free to be me.I'll rise above all your liesQuell the rage I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/B-Medb/248386/ Here he lies with broken bonesAnd skin that's turning from ashes to stone.He was once all that you asked but those days have long passedWhere he tried to be what you expected him to be.You've killed his soul, smothered his spiritNow the darkness of night descends on the earthAnd you run .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/B-Medb/248061/      Oft it seems man is selfish and self-serving and though more often than not this is the case there are always the few who give everything to their fellow men. Kings, knights, soldiers and priests, all portrayed at one time or another in a holy, self-sacrificing manner, but f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/B-Medb/248036/ A mixture of myth, history and fiction from the ancient times in Ireland to present day. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/B-Medb/248014/ Both actual Greek Myth and some of my own invention http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/B-Medb/246093/ Mixture of myth and fantasy http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/B-Medb/246090/