http://slow.writerscafe.org/Brylee The original writings of author Brylee S. Hoffman en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776343710 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 You stupid, stupid girl.  How could you fall for this again?Don't be so hard on yourselfHow could you let him back in your heart?He never left.Why do you care so much?Because you love him, silly. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brylee/952368/ Take a deep breath in, loveBundle up your loathing, indignation, and failuresand exhale.The waters may be outraged and the sky distraughtBut remember, the sun always rises.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brylee/891089/ Can you see her?This girl who peers into my soul like no other.She's shy and careful, but she can see through her own charades.Hear eyes are written with yearn. Yearn for the day,the courage to show her daredevil, outgoing ways.I can see her, too.As plain as day. As black as night. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brylee/800236/ Today we are dockingin Long Island.  We have been on thisboat for almost a month now and my legs are itching to feel solid ground.  We are from Louisiana, my daughter andI.  She’s an aspiring dancer.  She has lived, slept, and breathed balletsince the day she could.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brylee/800226/ After a long first week of schooland inevitable procrastination, I was exhausted and ready to pass out.  About two weeks prior to this day I hadfinally succeeded in passing my drivers permit test.  And having this new found sense of freedomcauses me to jump at any opportunity to get.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brylee/800224/ Plain and Simple, you're a player.It's a harsh truth that I realized long agoBut i still regret what was never between us.We were young. I was barely 15,and boy you we're an adult.I was falling fast, waiting for you to catch me.but you never did.That night.  That one damned night.Was all i need.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brylee/800220/ yaa http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brylee/800215/ :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brylee/699823/ i don't know :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brylee/697036/ school project, please give feedback :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brylee/687440/             It is with great despair that I amwriting this.  I don’t know if I willlive to see another day.  What the worldis coming to is beyond my own words but alas I shall try.  There is no darkness for the fire burns.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brylee/630383/ i fell fast and hardyour smileyour eyestheir devilish twinkleLocked me upand threw away the keyI was yoursi lovedall of youyour heightwillingness to sharelove of Taylor Swifteven your sweaty socksi could relate to youwe were completetogetherI brokeinto 1,000 piecesswept under the tablenot bothering .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brylee/586192/ Preface Today’s the day.  I mean, the day.  It felt like any other day of school.  I get up at 6 and get ready for school; I go through the same routine as before.  Around 7:30am I walk out the door and the familiar damp fresh air fills my lungs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brylee/461328/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brylee/461327/ Well this poem is on the contrary of one of my previous poems... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brylee/453813/ I WOKE UP THE NEXT MORNING WITH A WEIRD FEELING IN MY STOMACH.  I HAD NO IDEA    what it was, or why it was there.  Maybe I was anxious about something.  Who knows?  I wasn’t sure I dreamt last night or if it had actually happened.  I wasn't even su.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brylee/453147/ IT WAS A WARM MIDSUMMERS EVE.  THE WIND LIGHTLY WHISTLED THROUGH THE TREES .  A full moon, bright and alive, painted against a black canvas.  It was a typical summer night in Simi Valley.  But something wasn’t right.  The wind was too quiet, everything was too still. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brylee/453146/ ALL THE SIGNS WERE THERE, RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME THAT I WASN'T ALONE BUT I GUESS I  just wouldn’t believe them.  Looking back now I wish I had.  It would have saved me a lot of trouble.  But who wants to believe they’re not alone, when they are supposed to be. . . http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brylee/453145/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brylee/453144/ this is just kind of a really random poem... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brylee/453141/ I sit here today,my MIND is wide awake,yet my EYES,they seem so closed,UNAWARE.Everything i see,Is it really here?Or just a FIGMENTof my IMAGINATION?Is everything around meJust a DREAM,and I'm about to wake up?When I blink my eyes,Will YOU be there?Or will you disappear?.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brylee/452011/ You cease to amaze meby the way you disarm me.When you glance my way,I feel like I'm flipping inside- out I think I'm falling for you.I can never get you out of my headI know it sounds crazy but it's true,That all I think of is you. Just give me one chanceOne shotTo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brylee/451999/ to hear your deep raspy voice no morewould break my heartto never again hear that songthe song you sing so sweetly to mewould tear me apart with every passed secondthose moments become closercreaping up upon us allevery time i happen to think of itit brings tears to my eyes.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brylee/451993/ This is also a school assignment. I revised it a little bit though. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brylee/451977/ This is actually and old school assignment. I thought i would post it to get some actual unbiased opinions. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brylee/451971/ I'm changing this to a book instead of a story i think... So i won't be updating this one. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brylee/451907/ This is kind of the middle of a story I am thinking of writing. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brylee/451902/