http://slow.writerscafe.org/brownfieldjulia The original writings of author MaRmAlAdE en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776102853 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 This is a re-post of the same version. A review by Leah inspired me to re-write it. BUT I haven't yet!!! Watch for Pollution version 2 coming soon. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brownfieldjulia/369722/ Emo-tastic submission http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brownfieldjulia/368333/  Everyday I wake in this dark place I grew up solelyFamiliar faces all around I’ve never felt so lonely  Once leaving to return with riches manyI check my pockets for some cashI haven’t got any   But whose to know – .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brownfieldjulia/368265/  You fill my heart with love – I fill your heart with love You tore my heart from my chest – I tore your heart from your chest I held your heart in my hand – you held my heart in your hand You squeezed the life from my heart with your hands –.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brownfieldjulia/367902/ Strapped and ready you bend down for completionTake the pain or lose the race is the only insistent decisionFor cause, I know not what I speakI only deliver the goods you seekTake and take.  Is that your name?  Because it its not, it sounds the same as what it might be or could hav.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brownfieldjulia/367432/ As cliché and f*****g lame as this is going to sound…..Forest Gump had it right when he said, “life is like a box of chocolates, you never know what your gonna get”. Lets just say for this exercise in revelation that men are chocolates. I love chocolates. &n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brownfieldjulia/367411/ The ecstasy of mystery when it comes to thee - tis not so applealing, I hath ponder?  Endless vicissitude of an earlier time.  Sequential rememberances haunting volitale purification.  I hath wonder?The ecstasy of forgiveness when it comes to thee - tis not as fruitful, I hath ponde.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brownfieldjulia/367410/  Tell me Oh hath where thyne life leads  You to choose A fairytale of a far away land  The dagger cuts thyne heart Into pieces  That shred and ooze through my hand   Blame do I not I see w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brownfieldjulia/367271/  Shallow EmptinessEntrapped AloneSnarling WickednessCasting a StonePortraying Glad TidingsEncountering the UnknownMasking DeliveranceReaping What I have Sewn   Loves fury is burning a finite yearning of expected remorse One that leaves me longin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brownfieldjulia/367269/  I own a tree that will never dieThe only part of winter I love is the treesI planted it in my moms backyard I love the eerie chill I get when I think of a place where leaves never growSort of tree...It's a very large brach  I love the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brownfieldjulia/367263/  I had no idea that my life would begin where it ended The face of danger grabbed a hold of me with stealth force It held me prisoner Even so I felt safe in its deadly grip I fought to run  Yet, I fought to stay I made it eas.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brownfieldjulia/367262/  A broken window    Of ever deepening painLifeless blinds    Smashing my frame Metal scraping   Igniting a flame Cutting deeper   Leaving only one to blame Shadows emerge   Feeling .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brownfieldjulia/367260/  The innocence which life breathsSucked dry by Untouchable forces   Innocent victims of unholy Ungracious acts  Not seen by the masses   Unable to grasp the Far away pain of.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brownfieldjulia/366084/