http://slow.writerscafe.org/BreannaRenae The original writings of author SweetSouthernAngel en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776072669 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 His whole life he has been surrounded by darkness and shadows.Then she came along.Her inner light shining so bright that it lit up the darkness that has always been his only companion.He doesn't understand it.Doesn't understand how he has survived so long without her.Her light was warmth, it was lif.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BreannaRenae/1539991/ Some say he's nothing but a myth, but he's not.He's not.He's real.He comes in the night.Clothed in darkness and shadows. Making him a creature of the night.He comes to do his job.To weave dreams for sleeping children.Dreams to help lead them to their destinies.He is the Sandman. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BreannaRenae/1539983/ I'm an angelAn angel of deathi come for people when it's their timei come from the darknessi am the night, darkness, and deathpeople fear me because they don't want to diei come for them clothed in darknessand i take them to the afterlife http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BreannaRenae/1539977/ His eyes are made of red hot coals.His body is cloaked in darkness.He gains his power from peoples pain,fear, and hatred.He is always there.Watching and waiting.Waiting for sonething to happen.Waiting for you to die.Waiting for you to give in.Waiting to add you to his collection of s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BreannaRenae/1396142/ Pain is like water.It can be so cold and harshThat it freezes you. It can be so hot and scorchingThat it burns you for life.It has the power to cut and draw blood. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BreannaRenae/1396138/ My nephew is my heart.He broke through the walls,That I built.He is my soul.he inspires my frazzled spirit,To fly high.When I am holding him,My spirit is grounded.When i"m with him,My deepest fears fade.He is the sun,Which lights up my life.My nephew is my life. He is an angel.That God sent to .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BreannaRenae/1218557/ Dayafter day. I wait till the day that I will see my love again. I wait for theday that I will be in my loves arms again. Waiting on the day that I can bewith my love. Waiting to see my loves face. Oh, how I miss my love dearly. Icannot wait for the day that I w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BreannaRenae/1216652/ Sorrow fills a barren spaceYou close your eyes and see my faceAnd think of time I made you laughThe love we shared, the bond we hadThe special way I needed youThe friendship shared by just us two  The days too quietThe world seems olderThe wind blows a little colderYou gaze into the empty .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BreannaRenae/1215695/ Tearsfall down my face, they keep flowing one by one, and the pain begins to show. Pleasetell me what I've done.Thesad and angry part of me wants to just let go, I want to be completely free ofall this pain and agony.Ican’t stop tears from coming as much as I wa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BreannaRenae/1215693/ “I won’t cry” I see no reason; I see no rhyme, why have I been left behind to serve the sentence on your crime?I’ve been put down and pushed around, often finding myself on the ground.I’ve had to push myself deep inside and build a wall behind which I can hide, hoping o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BreannaRenae/1215688/ Tellingme to goButhands beg me to stayYourlips say that you loveYoureyes say that you hateThere’struth in your liesDoubtin your faithAllI’ve got is what you didn’t takeSoI, I won’t be the oneBethe one to leave this Inpie.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BreannaRenae/1215678/ Byday I’m human.Bynight I’m a wolf.Byday I’m walking with him.Bynight I’m running with my pack.Byday I have my humanity.Bynight I lose it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BreannaRenae/1215666/ I fell in love with you and then you broke my heart.I knew never to love a player.I was wrong from the start..Loving you got my heart ripped out.I refused to look around me and seeAll the terrible things you were doing to me.I was in my own world and I didn’t see all the trouble you were.I was.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BreannaRenae/1215665/ I've held other before, but it was never like this.Where my body inhales you and quivers with bliss.Where my senses are reeling from the strength of desire.And if I can’t have you soon, I’ll be consumed by fire. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BreannaRenae/1215663/ Ilove you for the warm, sweet affection in your eyes whenever you look at me,and that special smile you save only for me. I love that you always seek tohave your body close to mine, reaching out to touch, to hold my hand, to wrapyour arms around me. I love how you show me you care by looking.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BreannaRenae/1215660/ Milesand miles and miles apart.Althoughso far you've touched my heart.Yourlaugh, your voice, and your adoring smile,Seemto shorten every mile.Iwake every morning and rest at night.Mythoughts and dreams are filled with your sight.Ohhow I wish even for o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BreannaRenae/1215658/ There’sno need for heart break,Butmy heart is broken.There’sno need for this hurt,ButI’m hurting.There’sno need for the sadness,ButI am sad.There’sno need for these tears,ButI am crying.SoLord hold me tight and love me,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BreannaRenae/1215657/ Thered rose whispers of passion,Andthe white rose breathes of love.Oh,the red rose is like a falcon,Andthe white rose is like a dove.ButI send you a cream-white rosebud Witha flush on its tips.Forthe love that is purest and sweetest Andhas a kiss of desire.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BreannaRenae/1215656/ Iguess it’s time for me to leaveForme to move on Justquit worrying about the pastJustlike he had said“It’sthe past..You need to move on.”Sothat’s what I’m doingMovingon from the pastIt’stime for me to go….. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BreannaRenae/1215652/ Oneday you were here laughing and smiling.Thenext day you were joining God in heaven.WhenI was told you were gone I sat and cried.Icried sad and happy tears.Sadtears because you’re not here to comfort me when I need you.Happytears because I know you’re wit.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BreannaRenae/1209434/ Goingthrough my mind each and every day trying to figure out what I’m going to say.When I hear his name I cry silent tears, but nobody sees them and nobody hears.I walk past him as quiet as can be. I see him but I doubt he sees me. When Italk to him I act like nothing’s wrong but.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BreannaRenae/1209431/ At some point in our lives we have to leave home. We have tospread our wings and fly. We can’t stay at home forever. We have to leave homeand make ourselves known to the world. We leave home but home will always bethere for when we need to pick ourselves back up, so we can try again. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BreannaRenae/1209429/ Each day I’m getting closer and closer to the edge. Fallinginto the deep abyss. I find myself thinking about how much easier it would beon me if I just jumped into it, but that means I would be giving up oneverything vie fought so hard to keep. No! I will not give up. I won’t fall.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BreannaRenae/1209427/ Look deep into my green eyes. Can you see into my soul? Doyou want to see into my soul? When I look into your baby blue eye, I try tolook into your soul, but I can’t because you have your walls up. Why do youhave your walls up? Why won’t you let me see into your soul? If you look d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BreannaRenae/1209426/ Aplace where people love to farm, Andguys love to work their southern charm.Countryhicks like to go outdoors, Anddo their gardening chores.Boysand girls going fishin' with rods and reels,Withtheir dogs on their heels.Stayingout to the break of dawn,Andlyin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BreannaRenae/1209341/ The war insideThey say there is good and evil inside everyone’s heart. Withme there's more. It’s like a never ending war inside my mind. Each day I’mfighting. Fighting in this war. This war that’s raging inside me. This war isslowly killing me. This war that I&rsquo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BreannaRenae/1209332/