http://slow.writerscafe.org/Shelly%20Braen The original writings of author Shelly Braen en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776021603 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 My return from the abyss. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shelly-Braen/1304713/ Like wings of fire, furious do we flare the skiesThe brilliance of one moment, rippling through our feetRushing on a current of hope, roaring in extravagant splendorJoy in stolen freedomsTake to the roots, and climb their trunks, FEEL their touchFill the mighty columns of ancient dreams, a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shelly-Braen/952839/ I am not sure what to say, but what I have said. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shelly-Braen/819689/ The night gathers her starsAnd sometimes I am free,I wear ball gownsAnd dance on marble floors,I smell curryAnd walk along the Ganges,I hunt deerAnd run the forests bare,Is this life simply oneOr many to roam,Am I truly awake when I dreamOr do I dream when I am awake?The ey.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shelly-Braen/810783/ A confession. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shelly-Braen/788662/ My secrets, I shall never tell. Look in my eyes, and you may find them...but hush, for they are ours to keep. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shelly-Braen/786208/ Sometimes, life is like an ocean. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shelly-Braen/754185/ Touching me in forbidden bravado,Nailing me to him,Hand by hand,Tongue by tongue,Foot by foot,I sit in the thrown,He speaks in fire,Drip perfume,Wax heart beats,Smoke kisses,Please, memorize me,In a ball room masquerade,Drinking butterflies,Feasting on bolts,This is war.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shelly-Braen/700197/ Playing my piano under the gnarled pomegranate tree, barefoot in a rose colored dress, I breathe. A sweet lullaby. Like an old film, the watermarks and fuzz don’t diminish my colours. The angels on the bows, sing with me and sway. There are blue moths and fireflies, confused by the storm clo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shelly-Braen/700072/ I lose myself in your quiet Finding sanctuary in all that I see,As if worlds that were lost are now foundAnd everything is pleasing to the eye,Through the unrefined ruble of nowHiding in your heaven with you,As if this were always meant to beAnd you were only waiting in silence,Sou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shelly-Braen/696899/ See intoPasser by,We are oneWe are the same,Hear youTry within,Love in mind,Loving in our hearts,Try firstFail again,Standing quite tall,Even taller than before,Wait nowTaste forever,Live, be alive,And you will live,Take handsHold mine,Bring me forth,Please, b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shelly-Braen/696550/ The one who rules,The mind and heart,The soulOf everything you are,The one you cry forThe one you laugh withAnd the one you pray for at night,There were timesWhen you would doAbsolutely everything to keep them,But in the endTrue loveMeans letting go,To know they moved on.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shelly-Braen/696548/ You may not touch my sensualityNor hear my singing voice,You may not taste the fruitOf my heart,Yet I am still here,You may not see the binds that have meNor taste the flavor in essence,You may not smell my fearDeep within,Yet I still have breath,I may not show my audacityNor.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shelly-Braen/696546/ Smoke in my fingers,Oh mortality,Is this life,Or death in reverberation?What will my words say,When I am gone?Will there be day,Or everlasting night?Watch my comrades,Falling at will,Thunder grounds me,And I stand,Still,As the storm brews,As the skies bloody,As the wi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shelly-Braen/693521/ Dust, chain link, and stars.The painting of my dreams. Though I could never show you, never tell you what blue tastes like, how liquid silver feels on bare skin, or what the stars’ voices sound like, I can tell you this, I have been there. I have smelt the galaxies, and tasted the sunrise,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shelly-Braen/693519/ Watch my wings,Spread in soft embarrassment,I am quiet,For words can only say,Only what is said,I am quiet,I whisper with my eyes,I do not need a voice,I am quiet,With these hands,Why would I part my lips?With these ears,Why would my tongue form?With this heart,Why woul.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shelly-Braen/693517/ On this dark morn, I can not.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shelly-Braen/651728/ Illusions willfully follow that guilt,Via chased tales,Sexual discord is my enema,And the smashing of beautiful things,We all end up working for a thousand different Hitlers,Under the guise of kingdom come,White cats are cursed,And I am the future of backward,What if apples bled?.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shelly-Braen/651062/ When love's flame burns out. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shelly-Braen/640275/ See my eyes darken,At the sight of you,Feel my rind nurture fire,At the touch of you,And feel my palate cultivate zeal,At the taste of you,I stiletto my nails in wintry palms,And pierce lips with bite,To abate wanton lunacy,You flow by me gently,And delicate the trinkets about,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shelly-Braen/639251/ I stand alone,On the hill beyond the stream,With open hands,I soak in the cold rain,And find in me,The glass jar,Filled with trinkets and buttons,Marbles and wheat back pennies,Glass eyes and a brass doorknob,The raven flies above,Alone is he,As the doves and canaries,Would.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shelly-Braen/638697/ For A Former Lover And Long Time Best Friend On His Birthday 2009 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shelly-Braen/637915/ And there it ends my days as I began it. In the truth, the lies, and the auguries of my existence. And if I were to be written amongst the stars on a blade of glass, and the tiresome dwellers of my world became a memory, where should I find myself upon the dogs bowl and the shine of your shoes? My.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shelly-Braen/637778/ In all that is holy,In the beseeching and rantings of time to pass,When the darkened days of a lost generation come to light,The ashen faces of the forgotten look on with haunted eyes to what is day,And close to their reign of night,What is peace?What is warmth?If all in all becomes .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shelly-Braen/637775/ When I was a child, my mother put a blue light bulb in the fixture. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shelly-Braen/637763/ Sweet lover, thank God you are gone. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shelly-Braen/637315/ The sun leaks in to the musty motel room. Here we are. The stale once white sheets are twisted about his waste, exposing him for my sleepy eyes. I smell Pinesol, dust, and cigarette residue. My smug grin does nothing to hide my nakedness as I flick the failing lighter for the second time. My hair .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shelly-Braen/636189/ Lights fly by,Red and white streaks in the night,Look to the side,A city neon in blur,Where are we going?There is no time,Simply flow,The air is chilled,The stars are bright,And hear the bass bumping,The car of techno at our side,Red light,We are on pause,A breath and heart beat,A small kiss,The a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shelly-Braen/636187/ Let us fall upon the floor,Twisting in passion,Forgetting our agony,Let lips whisper prayers,To the primitive gods,And find within the primitive love.Let us grow flowers within our hearts,And butterflies within our bellies,Fire in our eyes,And the ancient music in our heads,And give way to the pri.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shelly-Braen/636184/ I can't describe it,I can not replicate,I can not abide it,I can only reciprocate,This excitement inside,The sound of your voice,I can not deny,Is my opus of choice,Define this I beg,If you dare to challenge,All our words said,In the symphony of knowledge,In the dance of the day,Mix of feelings a .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shelly-Braen/636183/ Dare I say that we are still connected? That in the many fortnights come and gone, I still remember your touch. The taste of your blood still clinging to my lips, and I darkly struggle to taste the sweet remains. I do not fool anyone, they all are aware that I am still drawn to you. And the ring I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shelly-Braen/636182/ A Sonnet http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shelly-Braen/636181/ Let us sing the song of my many paths.Oh virtue, oh satire.Betrayal.Morph me in to what you will.I beg for sanctuary.Just a simple touch to relieve the pain.Out of reach. Out of reach.The fool...yet again.I am the hanged.Let me dry in the breeze.Silence. Only silence.I need...I want...That which I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shelly-Braen/636179/ There are no words anymore.There are no thoughts.How strange it is to be standing on the ruins of once great dreams.How in a single day,in a single hour,so many things can go haywire.It seems they all knew before I did.As if at the age of nine, my life would be defined.I lie facing the wall.It wil.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shelly-Braen/636178/ A restless night.The harvest moon,with her ring around her,revealing her power.The mischievous wind,blowing destinies,Two collide.The fourth day of the fourth month.It was then,I heard the clock beat,In the distance,in sync with my heart.Oh mother,Dear mother,You knew.The clock grew closer,As I st.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shelly-Braen/636177/ I sit on Rosedale Highway,Watching the life,Pass by me so quickly,They laugh,They talk,They go somewhere.I left the trailer park,I walked that stretch,Under the crystalline stars,The satisfied moon,I sit,I watch,I breathe,I imagine.The cigarette smoke,keeps me company,For a moment,I escape,I adven.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shelly-Braen/636176/ I find peace in the memory of his voice, solace in the comfort of his embrace, bliss in the touch of his lips, and sanctuary in the depths of his eyes. Never shall I take thee for granted. I shall trust in that which is my heaven. For when the clock ticks too loud in my ears, the king comes to qui.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shelly-Braen/636175/ I am an animal with mange. I once thought I had a heart I belonged to, and now I am an unwanted, starved pet on a porch. Was it so awful to have wanted to be loved? Was I so awful that even my face was too despicable to want to see? That my presence could not be bared even once in a fortnight? Let.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shelly-Braen/636174/ Hear the crickets chirp,Night is on her way,The sky glows red tonight,The city lights reflecting on her blanket,To sit and stare and wonder,The couples making love tonight,The lonely man walking around the corner,The musty smoke of my cigarette cradles me,For a moment everything makes sense,But my.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shelly-Braen/636173/ The sky is so dark tonight,I find it disheartening,To be alone on this night,Or any night in mind,My pack of cigarettes seems to get smaller by the moment,My lungs filling with cyanide,A smirk graces my lips,Yet again,The trailer park wars,Rednecks with too many kids,Arguing loudly,Frustrated roar.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shelly-Braen/636172/ The sun splits the horizon in a fiery brilliance We raise the alarm and away we runWe are running against timeAgainst fate, and against it allSearching for answers, and hope The prodigousness of our lives hangs with the starswho secretly spy on us in the daylight beyond the blueA gus.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shelly-Braen/636043/ I open my eyesThe sunlight reaches through the blinds warming my cold skin and irisesThe windows to my soul grow heavyI pull the blanket tightAnd wish the day awayTurning in a sighNot anotherNo, no more counting I am brokenDon’t fix meSun, turn your back and walk away.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shelly-Braen/636040/ You wake in a dream,the sun is setting,while the wheat and barley fields, flow in the wind like a sea of molten gold,the summer air is warm,yet carried away with the breeze,haunting whispers, of memories you once knew,and as the twilight sinks in,bleeding the colours into one,the fireflies ever so s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shelly-Braen/634369/ I sit on the edge of cat's iris, writing invisible words and wrestling in the throws with makeshift lovers. I don't feel as I should. Children frolic with morphine lollis, and lead based toys. I am chewing on glass, making my smile drip red. If I dig in my heels, maybe the leash will snap. Yawning a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shelly-Braen/634367/ I tried to bring the drop of sunlight to the moon’s precipiceThen the vial went darkI thought my specimen were tarnished, pray, merely dormantAnd in thy eyes did the pupils light up like starsBringing for the cold peace of the nightFor then did I truly see the distant novas and gal.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shelly-Braen/634364/ The technical point of this one was to write down as many random thoughts or phrases as I could within sixty seconds, then take a five minute period to organize. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shelly-Braen/634363/ Tales of an insomniac. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shelly-Braen/634359/ Has ever such an unearthly anger been felt before? A disgust so deep that it takes the light, elegance, and colour out of every possible entity. Rage of such a nature to make all conscious thought and logic become nothing more but than a mere dispondant notion. Where even the steadiest hand tremble .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shelly-Braen/634355/ The beginning http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shelly-Braen/634352/ Thunderstorms and a cigarette remind me of the child. Her lullaby of wind chimes and sweet giggles growing into a sorrowful symphony that, unbeknownst to her, would always be her haunting call. The many faces she would adapt, one as terrible as the next, with nothing that could be said or done to .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shelly-Braen/634339/