http://slow.writerscafe.org/BreanaSeabrooks The original writings of author Breana Seabrooks en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776043677 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I made this about a year ago when I had gotten bored. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BreanaSeabrooks/1592337/ I wish that one dayI'll open my eyes.No longer will I see My heart's demise.No longer will IHave to wear a disguise.My choicesWill not be unwise.No one will be ableTo decriminalizeMe and the things I do.I am doneWith all my lies.But now I seeThat those bright blue skies,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BreanaSeabrooks/1572824/ "Twinkle, twinkle little star. How I wonder what you are." Her voice echoed in my head, singing that old catchy tune. For some reason, it sounded as though she were right here. I walked into my bedroom and lied back on the bed, covering my eyes with my arm. I don't know why I head been hea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BreanaSeabrooks/1572535/           "Mother, please. You cannot do this to me." I cry trying to get my mother to understand my point of view.                     "I can and I will. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BreanaSeabrooks/1550735/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BreanaSeabrooks/1550727/ Somewhere in nowhere,There sits a lone swing.With a lone girl.Swinging alone.No family,No friends.People walk pass.They don't see her.She hangs her head low.Hair covering her face.She is a lone girl,On a lone swing,In the middle of nowhere.The mist closes in on her,Enveloping her,Taking her with it... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BreanaSeabrooks/1542141/ death, dead, creature, the night, creature in the night http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BreanaSeabrooks/1540651/ Something everyone should be telling the little ones with the oblivious smiles. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BreanaSeabrooks/1533913/ The sky is dark.My house is darker.I call for you,But you don't answer.I go in search of you,And you are nowhere in sight.It is for this reason that I cry.Where are you?Where did our time go?Did we pass into the midnight sky,Without a tear to cry?Or did we choose our path,A.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BreanaSeabrooks/1533375/ I heard the screaming voices around me. Some were telling me to leave now, while others contradicted. I was scared to be here, but I had to. If I didn't, then everyone's lives would be at stake. I had to do it. They wouldn't let me go free if I didn't. "You need to leave here," said the voice of a w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BreanaSeabrooks/1532587/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BreanaSeabrooks/1532575/ A story of depression http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BreanaSeabrooks/1530709/ A poem for my family to remember me when I leave for school this summer and in memory of my late grandmother, Adella Seabrooks. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BreanaSeabrooks/1530186/ This dungeon of darknessWith walls of bloodAnd bodies dragged through mud.With floors so cold,No one knows what these walls behold.And all I do is cryAnd look into the pig's eye.This dungeon of darknessWhere a voice is heardBy the mouth of the absurd.His voice is dark.Cuts th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BreanaSeabrooks/1530182/ Blooded wallsClouded halls.Everywhere you turnSomebody callsInto the nightNot a creature in sight.But with a frightA hand so coldYou feel it thereAnd yet you feel bare.Everything is coldYou wish you were boldBold enough to stop itBut you were too late.And now you are gone.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BreanaSeabrooks/1530181/ What does life offerFor the girl with the most woundsThe boy with the most cutsAnd the love that love forgot.A burning passionA sensual flamePut to restBy all that is to blame.They never saw it comingAnd no one did careBut it was all thereIn the midnight air.Their story.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BreanaSeabrooks/1530164/ A story that says we're never alone http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BreanaSeabrooks/1530163/ We are all little stars until we change that. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BreanaSeabrooks/1530066/ Everyone wants to know too much too soon. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BreanaSeabrooks/1530058/ In a dungeon is where I have youBuried deep alongside my many dreamsThat never came true.Beside all of the things I wantedBut were too scared to pursueMixed with all the feelingsI wish I had for you.In a dungeon is where I sleep at nightCrying tears that bring no solace.And makin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BreanaSeabrooks/1530025/ Somedays we dream bigAnd somedays we dream small.Somedays we dream happyAnd somedays we dream sad.All dreams are not just dreams.We hold them close.We protect them and honor them.Our dreams make us whole.Without our dreams,Who would we be?All a same person,Living as brainless f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BreanaSeabrooks/1529440/ A poem that says why we are the way we are. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BreanaSeabrooks/1529275/ I quit, I quitI can't take anymore.The shallow criesThe hoarse hellos.I shouldn't be hereThis much I know.And to the worldI'm nevermore.This is my leave.I must go now.And to the world,I know no more,I say you this,Please look no more.I am done.I'm nevermore. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BreanaSeabrooks/1529262/