http://slow.writerscafe.org/rosiebrooklin The original writings of author Rosie Brooklin en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776022516 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I've had dreams about dying for the past two nights. It might be my time http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rosiebrooklin/2466442/ Your scars against mineStories told with our lips closedThis is what love is.I recently learnedI'm in love with making loveBut I don't mean sex. 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Water fills his stem.Each year he thanks me by blooming again.I love his beauty.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rosiebrooklin/2462573/ It's 2:30 AM, and I'm in a foreign place. It's too quiet and too loud, all at once. The train passes and I feel relief Until it's almost too much to bear. Even louder are my wonderings. Who am I? Some nights I feel like a spring-time deluge, But others I am a cool summer breeze. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rosiebrooklin/2462482/ After two Steel Reserves and a Black and Mild,Love is all I feel, but only for a while For I know not what the future holds;Tomorrow, will my heart be whole?You need to serve your country.That much I understand,but when the nights are cold and I grow old, who will hold my hand?You sit .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rosiebrooklin/2064861/ You painted my portrait before I was knownAnd from the dust you formed my bones.You watched as I sang and danced in the breeze,And I smiled because You danced with me,But time has stolen my spirit's freedom.I no longer waltz to Your creation's rhythm.My soul wilted in the winter and my eyes turned g.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rosiebrooklin/2032427/ I don't want to die,but I grow weary of breathing.I fear losing my future,yet the beat of my chest is an incessant annoyance.What is there to live for?Love, family, and yourself.Love, I have abundantly, but it's never enough to fill the chasm in my heart.Family has thrown me to t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rosiebrooklin/2029414/ Yesterday, I wished for sunshine, hoping that the gentle warmth would defeat my inner darkness. 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All I need is your hand,Yet your cold eyes just stare as you tell me to stand.I understand that I need to find help on my own, But you are my lover; you should anch.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rosiebrooklin/2008942/ Another restless night, spent doubting your affection.Some days you're brighter than the eyes of a child,But most nights are empty,Excluding those in which I leave my morals at the altarand sacrifice my soul for love.Some days are frigid,Leaving me grasping for hope,But I seem to h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rosiebrooklin/2008936/ My therapist suggested that I write about my trauma... here we go. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rosiebrooklin/2005547/ Here, we see an e-mail that is sent before Elenor becomes who she is... for context, read Twenty Years in a Sane Asylum http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rosiebrooklin/1967665/ Farewell, almost lover. Maybe we can meet again someday. Perhaps it won't be in the hills of Kentucky or in the heart of Tennessee, where we were meant to be. 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