http://slow.writerscafe.org/Keeley The original writings of author Keeley en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776027427 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I've been down this road many times before.And everytime, it's always looked the same,but today, it's different,but today, it feels like it's changed.Something's changedand I can't put my finger on it.Maybe it's the change of the season,but I don't think that's quite it.Everything is.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Keeley/358855/ He is the wind blowing through my hair.He is the laughter in the air.He is the sweet music in my ears.He is the One that's far and near.He is everywhere I want to be.He is the waves of the sea.He is the children playing in the yards.He is the old men playing cards.He is the star of y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Keeley/358853/ Damage I cannot undoScratch my back while I sleepMy mind is traveling in a hundred directionsthousand miles a second.I guess these are my lessons learned.Or maybe it's just a dream,after all,it can't be happening to me.I guess we'll never know.Laughter fills the aira sound I have.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Keeley/320186/ my attempt at rhyming http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Keeley/320183/ Not to steal a line from the 'Tuscan Sun,'but the sky above me is so purple,it even smells purple.Below it,resturant signs whizz by.We pass the gas stations with their high prices.We head to our destination in mind,wanting nothing more than just to get thereand breathe deeply the sal.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Keeley/320178/ Who wouldn't want to be me?My loved ones are next to me,friends can come see me every day,anytime of the day.I have no problems,no worries,don't ever have to worry about money.I'm living the dream!Well, 'living' is kind of redundant... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Keeley/320175/ we all know what I mean by this http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Keeley/306428/ I didn't know how to properly divide this into chapters...I'm sorry for the length of it. Please pardon any grammer issues. However, if there are holes in my story or you don't understand something, please, please, PLEASE let me know!! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Keeley/306233/ Yep, it's about the ship. I watched the movie the other day and got inspired. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Keeley/300393/  Welcome to my ballroom floorI extend my hand to youI bring you close to meI take you out of your realityTaking you into my worldFeel safe yet? The dance is about to beginI spin you where you standDisorientating youI take away your sightI let you see only me, but waitI cal.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Keeley/300390/  Hallowed from the insideReinforced from the outsideChoices from the spiritReactions from realitySharpness like fireA ward from all painsDestroyer of all desireCrushed old dreamsConfetti of lost soulForged from ancient flamesEmerged in darknessHallowed filled with void.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Keeley/300389/  In this world full of despair,is a world where nobody cares.In this world with hate and war,people have hatred down to the core.In this world, people have different beliefs,people try to change them and that causes grief.In this world, there should be peace and love,but it ain'.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Keeley/300387/  I'm tired of trying to be...what you want me to beI’m tired of trying to match up to society.There's no way I can be you.So, I guess I'm stuck with me.Life isn’t all it's cracked up to be...The grass is not greener on the other side.Why waste away in the sunshine,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Keeley/300386/  Does it matter that without you I can't breathe?Do you care about me crying every night?The fact my heart has stopped, broken with timeAnd in my mind you still shine so brightMoving on is harder when you've fallen in so deepThinking all that was on my mind was us taking that leap.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Keeley/300384/ Happiness is coverAnger is insideHappiness is loving all aroundAnger is destruction of all aroundHappiness is what parents seeAnger is the blind sideHappiness is childhoodAnger is TeenhoodHappiness is what keeps you aliveAnger is what consumes the mindHappiness is of sh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Keeley/300381/  my sadness grew too strongcan't control it anymorefeel like i don't belonganother day i'll not endurethis empty life's a wasteshattered dreams all is losthold a gun against my facecolor red the winter frostno love to leave behinddepart the world with no goodbyethe only .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Keeley/300378/ Dear Dad,How will I go on without you?You have always been there for me.You could have left with Mom when she left,but no,you chose to stay.To love me,to raise me,to take care of me.You did Mom's job for her.You helped pick out my clothes when I was young.You helped me find God.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Keeley/300377/ This is a satire. Most importantly, I hope that the girls will understand http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Keeley/300346/ This is NOT a satire. This is really about an actual clock! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Keeley/300344/ I am meI bleed I cryI scream I yellI laughI’m no different from youThis is meThis is who I amThese are my dreamsYou have yours,Should I not have mine?I can’t hearIt gives you no rightto make fun of meI can’t seeIt gives you no rightto make fun of m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Keeley/300342/ This is my secret lullaby.I never sing aloud, the story of my broken heart that no one knows about. There is one who holds my heart.Do you know who you are?Like a child who lost their way, I stumble in the dark. But then, you came and said to me, “Come,” a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Keeley/300341/ I think that everyone feels like this at least once in their lifetime http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Keeley/300336/ i’m laying herei cannot breathei’m chokingon the shadows of no identitythe pain you cause makes me achei can no longer breathei can no longer thinkyou hurt me like abusebut you never touch my skini can no longer crythey’re all dried upi want to yellbut there.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Keeley/300335/  BLACK HOLE OF MY HEARTYou confuse me.You call me mate because we are friends.But here lately, you’ve been calling me by my name.I just wanna know how you really feel.Are you just playing my mind?‘Cause if you are, I can’t take it anymore.It’s time fo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Keeley/300333/ I was inspired to write this after listening to Keith Urban's 'Stupid Boy'. It's written from the girl's point of view and I added a few things that weren't in the song http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Keeley/300330/ This is a satire. McEachern is the high school that I went to. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Keeley/300323/  I remember the good times that we had, the pain of laughing that we shared.I remember the bad times when we stuck together.I remember the temptations that we gave in to and that’s when I realized that it was only summer love, a love that forever binds two people together, w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Keeley/300320/  I wake up and see a light.It looks like the one at the end of the tunnel.I get up and start walking towards it.Along the way, images play on the wall.Images of people I recognize, images of those who broke my heart, images of those who supported me, and had my back my whole lif.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Keeley/300318/ There is so much delusion,too much confusion.In their mind,they can’t seem to find,that it will be alright,as soon as they find the light.Try to stay calm, and always remember that you’re protected in God’s palm.He loves you, and you must remember it true.You&rs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Keeley/300317/  How do I fight something I can’t see?How do I fight something I can’t grab?How do I fight something I can’t touch?How do I fight something I can’t feel or hear?I’m totally misunderstood.You can’t even begin to understand me or my life.You can&r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Keeley/300315/  It can hurt so much.It can feel like your heart’s been ripped out,     stepped on, and put in a blender.You used to know how love felt.It’s the ending that hurts the most.You had a crush,then, it became so much more.Love was all you thought you&r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Keeley/300314/ I know thatGod has set a path for me.All I have to dois take the steps that it takes,in which it gets me there.But sometimes,I feel likemaybe I should stray from the path,or is it just a part of His plans for me?I never know what I should feel.Some days, I feel likeI could love.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Keeley/300311/ DEPENDENTI believe in wateras it drips from the sinkfrom the faucetto the porcelain.Water could wash away my pastand clean my future.It surrounds this island;I’ve been exiledby my peersand am listening to the broken faucetin a bathroomby my roombeat a steady rhyth.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Keeley/300305/  As everything falls to pieces,I shatter on the floor,and the shards fly outall around me. I shatter on the floorand the stars fall downall around me,ripping as they fall. And as the stars fall down,lightly through the clouds,I see the sun,ringing in the da.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Keeley/300303/ There is a bit of hedonist in you,and if I am reflected at the right angle,I can see a little in me too. It is best exemplified at moments like this, when werevert back to our primal nature and twist and sullyof limbs, the reckoning of mass and gravity. reconfiguration of g.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Keeley/300302/  Late August afternoons, the world, and our mothers,could find us anchored hard by chalk masterpiecepaved upon eight houses cul-de-sac.Each afternoon bore age nine routines-stamp our existence onto dim cotton skirts,juice box straw snug between chapped lips,black Mary Janes loose .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Keeley/300295/