http://slow.writerscafe.org/Kennabee The original writings of author Kennabee en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776239511 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 ThePath The old treaded path has givenway todayThe sky turns dark and airfeels drearyShe knows a storm is on its wayHer knees week and weary Tears causing her eyes to startstingingHer hands are tight andclenchedThe wind begins screamingHer .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kennabee/1060231/ Lust and LoveLustCravingCharged WeakQuick fixHurried Temporary Long termStrongPleasure Limbshaking EcstasyTrustLove http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kennabee/1050880/ Gone from my life a page has been ripped out My life story goneIn a blink of an eye12 years I spent with youI try not to doubt But I can’t help itTime flows by Are you different?1 year has pastAre they different? Yeah I’m all grown up“How’s School”It.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kennabee/1046923/ Black or BlueIt is so true When I look through the glassTime seems to quickly passSight after SightIt takes all my might Not to cry a singal tearBut continue to stand up stright and face my fearThat is my lifeThrowing the dice  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kennabee/1046921/ Tick TockTime goes by in the blink of an eyeDays slipping byDrip DropRain hits the cement Heaven Cry'sSlish SloshGone.........He's Gone  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kennabee/1046918/ No lanturn to lead the wayOnly the cold cruel wind at my backThere is no light of day Only the dark of blackNo dawn to dawn to gaze uponIn the dark light i see only what I lackLightTrustSight The will to fight A reason to go backIn this dank cold place there are no smiles that warm th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kennabee/1046910/ I smile but does it really reach my eyes?Am I happy?No Are they Happy? I’ll never knowThe thoughts swirl in my head DebatingListeningLooking Soaking up every little detail So I know how to play the game I put on my mask Head raised shoulders backEmotions tuck.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kennabee/1046906/ Mirror, mirror on the wallWho is the most hated of them all? The one who closes themselves off from possibilityOr the person who shines a flame on the truth, though bitterlyMirror, mirror answer backWhat is this, a crack? Who now will tell us the truth without clouded vision?What will beco.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kennabee/1046905/ As the leaves changeDays become cloudy and colderGreen turns to yellow, red, and orangeNights grow darker and longerDead, dying husksNo longer among the livingSmelling of deaths musk’sNo longer reaching, breathingThe moon bright in the skyAs I watch the last leave fallWhy oh why must everythin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kennabee/1046903/