http://slow.writerscafe.org/BrittanyEllen The original writings of author Muddy B. en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776081092 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Im caughtcaught in these trap doorswith nowhere to gonot even to the other sideIm caught herewith no hopejust informationthat stay's trapped in my throatand on rainy daysthese doors protect me like a rain coatIm caughtcaught on these third floor stairsno one's in sight.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BrittanyEllen/310843/  I almost knew how it feltTo walk awayAnd disregardAll that i left behindAs I was faced with theNatural disasterOf another hurricaneWinds blowing out windows that i sat nearBecause i refused to goBecause for this cityI had hopeAnd as the water filled my streetI saw e.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BrittanyEllen/310829/ I SIT CONTENTAS SHE REITERATESALL THAT I WASAND IRONICALLYSHE REMAINS ANONYMOUSSILENT AND VAINAS THOUGHTHE PARTY ON MY ENDRESTRICTS THE PAINCONSTANT THOUGHTS OFWHAT COULD'VE BEEN TOLDAND THE WORDS SHE LEFT ME WITHWHO KNOWS WHAT THE FUTURE HOLDSAND THE THOUGHTS OFDISRELISH.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BrittanyEllen/294216/ VISIONING THINGS IN THE EYES OF SOMEONE WHO MAY NEVER ENTER THE MIDNIGHT TRAIN http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BrittanyEllen/293248/ SHE'S GOT ME DOPED UP,SO HIGHAND I DONT SMOKE SO I CANT FIGURE OUT WHYI MEAN LESS AIR,CANT THINKAND SUDDENLY IT BEGINS TO SHRINKTHEN I REALIZEIM IN YOUR HEARTHAD I BEEN THERE FROM THE STARTWITH THE MONOGOMUS RELATIONSHIP THOUGHTOF COURSE YOU HAD MY HEARTFROM THE FIRST TIME WE PLAYE.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BrittanyEllen/292833/ DEDICATION,PASSION,SACRIFICE,AND STRIVEEVERY WORD YOU EVER SPOKETURNED OUT TO BE A LIEWITH SHOTS TO THE CHESTAND BLOWS TO THE SIDEEVERY MINUTE YOU BROUGHT BLOODY TEARS TO MY EYESI HAD A SLIGHT VISION OF LEAVINGUNTIL I REALIZEDEVERYTHING THAT I WASWAS SEIZINGSEIZNG TO THE FACT THA.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BrittanyEllen/292819/ IF I COULD KEEP WARMWITH THE MISTAKES OF THIS GOVERNMENTI WOULD NEVER GO COLDCOVER MYSELF WITH BUSH'S WAR IN IRAQMAYBE LEWINSKY'S MOANS COURTESY OF BILLOR HOW ABOUT THE BROKEN LEVEES IN NEW ORLEANSOF MAYBE I SHOULD STAY WARMWITH THE FACT THAT TWO YEARS AFTER KATRINAAND THINGS ST.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BrittanyEllen/292815/ Sitting herejust listening to the songand taking in all the words being saidand constantly asking myself the same thingwill you still love me tomorrow?sitting hereinterpreting the poem as i read on and onnot forgetting one word saidbut constantly comtemplatingand my question remain.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BrittanyEllen/286560/ Random http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BrittanyEllen/286401/ she's become homicidalconsistantly murdering me in vanetaking my sanityand im no longer sanerealizing im the only one in painshe thinks its a gamereferring to me as thoughi dont have a nameand knowing that she's my weaknessshe keeps the homicide in tactand the stabs come back to .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BrittanyEllen/269716/ "reminice about what was" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BrittanyEllen/269341/ INSPIRED BY MY REESES http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BrittanyEllen/269332/