http://slow.writerscafe.org/BranBedw The original writings of author Bran Bedw en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776028516 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Jaded by the cruel, by the long milesSee with but glances, cardboard smiles Walk through a ghost town, faces lacking lifeToy with the idea that this life is but strife Gambled and lost, stuck in a rutPaired with a stone, heart tight shut A dirty.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BranBedw/1157305/ Just...whats going on... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BranBedw/291661/ At one time, I was emotionally dead.I did not care who lived or died. I was cold. I was detached from the world and my family. I was self centered. I was behind The Wall and secure and content in my own little realm. But then She smiled. My heart felt http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BranBedw/237266/ for those who think such a thing cannot exist in the modern First World countries...its right before your eyes... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BranBedw/230237/ Bleed if we could,     scream on deaf ears;Enraged and caged,     silenced for years;time goes by slow,     time screams past;Last place we run,     to Hell we are cast;Loved ones torn loose, &nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BranBedw/209976/