http://slow.writerscafe.org/Brittany87 The original writings of author Brittany en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776043726 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Is this what love feels like; empty hands and a tortured heart? Do you see me, am I even here? Is this what love is; the provacation of hope ending always in fruitless disapointment? Crashing down over an agonized soul that drips with bitter longing... Is this what love means; desperately clinging t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brittany87/2033160/ Does it show in my eyes, sadness shining through dusty portals to a sorrowful soul...? Can you feel my strength waning, livliness bleeding from a tired, nearly empty shell? The glow of my cheeks, the rose in my lips, greying with every step closer to apathy. Barefoot and defeated by love, which prec.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brittany87/2027678/ Why do I always find myself in this place with you, or rather without you? Tucked between the desires of my heart, and restricted by the chains of my reality. Why do we always land on the opposite shores of our existence? How cruel is this universe's game...? Setting us upon paths of almost oppositi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brittany87/2027324/ It was crushing her.He could see that.He told her that it wasn't her cross to bear.But she had carried it for so long,How could she just lay it down now...?Who would catch their tears?Who would be their shield?The weight of the world rested heavy on her shoulders.Their pain echoed in.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brittany87/2026195/ I feel it building deep insideWaiting to rear its ugly head againThe embers of rage smoldering withinGrowing, intensifying with every shallow breathI grip tightly the chain that binds the beastA practice that takes all my strengthRefusing to let its fury freeHow long can .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brittany87/2017036/ Afew months ago, I sat watching the news pouring from the screen across theliving room. I wasn’t surprised, wasn’t even disappointed to be honest. I tooka deep drink of my coffee and sighed. It was nothing new really, corruptbusiness practice, murders, governmental controvers.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brittany87/2016390/ This short story was based on a reoccurring dream that my grandfather, whose name was in fact David, has had his entire life. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brittany87/2016388/ The memory of youstings me,Like a frigid breezeon the wings of the night.You wash back on mein waves,Destroying myrespite. I’m drowning in thevisionsOf what we could havehad or been.A pointless strainingof my heart,Silently mourning anunfini.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brittany87/2016387/  I’m screaming insideAthousand razor blades of emotionSlicingthrough the thickness of my beingAndI’m screaming inside I’mrunning in circlesAnendless race to nowhere that I cannot winSittingstill is too painful, I can’t abi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brittany87/2016386/ You are a current running through theocean of my mind.Undermining my betterjudgement, imagination running wild.A cancer to my senses,infecting my being,Creeping into theplaces of my soul where you shouldn’t be.An irrational pipedream, too far to hold…I can .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brittany87/2016385/  If I’m sitting and waiting does It make mepathetic?That I would be so eager to hear what you haveto say…Your words are like a drug that I can’t getenough of.Your mystery drawing moth to flame.You awaken in my mind a wholly new set of words.Dropp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brittany87/2016384/  Your eyes rain.Perfectly rounded dropsof sorrow,Are caught within mysoul.Gathered, and kept…Within a heart ofhearts.For every drop, Every last bit of tear,Is a lost hope…A broken dream.But what is lost can bereturned.And what is.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brittany87/2016383/ Ifeel so confusedWhat the hell do I do nowThe black swirling massOf thoughts, feelings, emotionsCrowds my brainSwells my veinsHow can you not knowWhat you feelHow can you have two emotionsAt one timeIn one mindSo f*****g confusedTire of lies, of tear.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brittany87/2016382/  I am a crisp leaf blowing on a gentle breeze.Restless in pursuit of life.Free and easy I glide on the winds of time,Seeking knowledge of love and light.My soul burns with desire…Heart bursting with love like fire.Wild hair framing a face lined with life,B.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brittany87/2016381/