http://slow.writerscafe.org/BradP13 The original writings of author Brad P en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776041431 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I apologize to my friends, my few fans, and fellow writers for not being around for a while. A lot has been going on in my life, and this poem will explain some of it. Please leave feedback. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BradP13/1749892/ Waking up on his kitchen floor with no recollection of how he got there concerned Frank Reese; finding his pistol beside him, and discovering his five months pregnant wife, Tracy, dead with two gunsho http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BradP13/1749887/ I used to view the world through the eyes of an optimist,Maybe I'm jaded, all I know is I've seen a lot of s**t,A lot of its more than enough to change my view of the world and the people in it,And I realized that evil and sin is sin and evil no matter which way you spin it,I'm sick of politics and .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BradP13/1730321/ Tell me what you see when you look into my eyes,If you could look into my soul you'd know I'm tired of the lies,I'm sick of this crazy world, where not even a school's safe,Sometimes I wonder if the world's always been such a cruel place,With mass shootings, terrorism, children being sold as sex sla.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BradP13/1728228/ Looked in the mirror, saw dead eyes staring back,They were a void, an abyss, I saw nothing but black,Lately I've felt nothing at all, I'm simply numb,Lost another friend, still waiting for the tears to come,I'm so sick and tired of being so sick and tired,I'm tired of funerals and sick of losing peo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BradP13/1726962/ Feel the ground shake from us marching in unison,bombs crash down, bullets fly to announce that we're moving in,This is my rifle, this is my soul,But this is war and I have no control,I do what I'm told, because those are my orders,I aim where they aim, whether bullets or mortars,And if on this day .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BradP13/1726870/ Staring at my reflection in the water,Softer than I remember,Go back to that September, hear the crashing waves,The water's moving fast, I recalled that crash for days,It appeared that I was drowning--But I was safe upon the beach,At least a few feet from the water's reach,Why did I step closer?And .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BradP13/1723305/ My bloodshot eyes are open wide,and though sometimes I hope to die,Breathless I resist the urgeto choke back sobs and cry,I try to forget,but I see you in my dreams and thoughts, I'm lost without you here,Yes it seems I'm lost, Its clear my biggest fear came true,Every waking moment and In my dreams.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BradP13/1723098/ I know when times get tough it's easy to lose your patience,Don't know whether to cry sometimes or swing your fist at faces,But face it, everybody has problems across the nation,Like mass shootings, crooked cops, riots and race relations,cops shooting jay-walkers when they shouldn't have eve.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BradP13/1718608/                 Sometimesit’s hard to face the world. Have you ever woken up in the morning, and thevery first thought that enters your head is S**t?If so, then you know how many of my mornings have been. Especially recently.You pra.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BradP13/1712906/ Who do you think the Stranger is? Why did he come? What is he up to? Respond in the comments. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BradP13/1712904/ Trials & Tribulations: Part II- It Could Have BeenAvoidedBy: Bradley P                 Duringmy life I’ve seen some terrible things. Several random acts of violence havestayed with me, whether.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BradP13/1712870/ Trials & Tribulations: Part I- My Story, By: Bradley P             Some days Iwonder why it’s impossible to change the past, yet it’s so easy to relive it.September 9th, 2012 was one of those days.It wasn&rsq.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BradP13/1712869/ The End, a poem�"By: Bradley PearlShotfor the moon, plunged back empty-handed,Manylanded head firstCursed,the way we’re branded,Scanthe land around me,ShouldI seek the shore before the water drowns me?I’msubmerged and on the verge of death,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BradP13/1712052/ from my second novel, Through Sean's Eyes, Copyright 2015. This is chapters 1-4. This novel is unique in the way it's told, following a detective as he reads a suicide note, which is Sean's life story http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BradP13/1712034/ My voice a whisper, I'm trapped inside the darkness,Prisoner of my own mind, lost amongst the heartless,they say home is where the heart is, maybe that's why I feel so empty,Because I've been gone so long by now they probably resent me,I feel the void,hear the noise-- my ears are ringing,bringi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BradP13/1711964/ Speaks for itself http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BradP13/1711187/ Speaks for itself http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BradP13/1711185/ This work is copywritten. It is the first three chapters of my first novel, which was just sent out to literary agents. Let me know what you think. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BradP13/1711177/ It seems all I see on social media these days is negativity... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BradP13/1711174/ An acquaintance of mine was arrested on a variety of new charges. He blamed his mother for it all, and when she wrote him or visited him he refused to see her. Ridiculous. What if he did see her? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BradP13/1711173/