http://slow.writerscafe.org/WKleinhuizen The original writings of author Whitney Kleinhuizen en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776034298 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Salvation escaping between lips but never found.                the mind splitAsunder while demons dance behind eyes so lost.                a li.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WKleinhuizen/1248373/ O' sweet child,you are a chosen one.Mine, you areand to me you belong.Run, run, you maybut there is no place you can hidewhere I can't find you.Hush now, and be still.Trust in my hand,the one that wraps itself around your throat.Alone you will never be,for I will always be with you.Into darkness we .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WKleinhuizen/1246801/ The struggle of finding your way and staying true to the self when regarded as an 'outsider' in a world that looks down upon and criticizes anything and anyone who deviates from "the norm". http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WKleinhuizen/1243701/ Blinded, bound, and beaten,a broken soul she once was.Pieces always burning, burning,through the chilling nights.'Til suddenly fire pierced darkness,the sky set ablaze.And rising from her own ashes,chains were broken, eyes were opened.And the breath of life was given again. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WKleinhuizen/1211661/ Not just by chance, it was all meant to beThere is a reason for all, undeniablyWhat you are and what you meanare things to you that cannot be seen  You are the sturdy lighthouse among my raging seasYou are a safe haven and I, a refugee  You give me a strength that helps me surviv.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WKleinhuizen/1107794/ Tears that are unable to fall, locked deep withinfind a hidden release among a steady, cold rainfall.Kissing the forehead, caressing the curves of the face,rain dances upon the surface before falling onto the earth.One raindrop loaded with one hundred meanings and full of many secrets,emotions that .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WKleinhuizen/1057899/ Something I wrote down rather quickly as it came to me, just a random piece. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WKleinhuizen/1056511/ A day in the life of an obsession. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WKleinhuizen/1051776/ Forced to a life of unfathomable hells. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WKleinhuizen/1050784/ Fighting for a lost life, misunderstood by all. While her, herself misunderstood the world as well. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WKleinhuizen/1048627/ Walking dead girlEats too little, eats too muchDoesn't speak enoughWords are no comfortTo a soul that's numbHer heart is fragile, ice cold it's becomeEyes in much painLips that smile, all just liesFew words spoken beneath a broken skyA victim to the mindAlone she sits, with a vacant stareVoices surr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WKleinhuizen/1048613/ A short piece about shadows of the mind. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WKleinhuizen/1047824/ The battles that can exist within a person that remain unseen. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WKleinhuizen/1044352/ Along the path of an eating disorder. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WKleinhuizen/1042882/ Living within a darkness in your mind. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WKleinhuizen/1042876/ Something that came to me in a random moment. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WKleinhuizen/1042074/ About sparks of connection between two people, the rare and powerful bonds created and the possibility of losing it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WKleinhuizen/1041541/ Dedicated to my best friend. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WKleinhuizen/1041363/ A quicker piece I put together, didn't spend too much time on this one. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WKleinhuizen/1041182/ A piece about Anorexia and how it can be seen, by those struggling with it, as a good and comforting thing. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WKleinhuizen/1039992/ Just something I wrote up in about 20 minutes, might revise later. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WKleinhuizen/1038057/ Eyes of ice and soul of fireWithin this heart live dark desiresThe book of promises becomes a book of liesAs your God forsakes all and leaves his angels to dieAny hopes of a once light, saving graceNow turns to gray dust and a time of wasteThe skies crack open beneath a cold, heartless sunAs I find .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WKleinhuizen/1037515/ A piece about addiction and my own personally. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WKleinhuizen/1036482/ Crazy girl,Dancing frantically on the edge.Twirling between life and death,With a glaze of madness and touch of ice in her eyes.She laughs hysterically as she teeters and totters,A fine balance of weaves and wobbles.Waiting for a gust of deliverance,Her breath of salvationTo blow her one way or anot.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WKleinhuizen/1035397/ Nights of silent horrorsEndless days in a chilly sunHope and sanity abandon herA life of darkness she becomesBlacker than black, andThick as molasses, it        Coats the brainInfects her thoughts        Feeds the mindCorrupts her.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WKleinhuizen/1035395/ I wrote this while in a state of mind where I was in a dark depression and full of rage, anger, and bitterness at the world. Hence, the explicit language. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WKleinhuizen/1035261/ Light the beacon, sound the alarm.A crime has been committed.Unjust and malicious, tragic it's become.No wrong that can be set right,none to pay for this merciless act.A faceless enemy with no body of its own.It arrives in a hushed stillness,creeping among the shadows in which it hides.Full of patie.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WKleinhuizen/1034838/ Just a very random piece I put together one day. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WKleinhuizen/1034831/ Thoughtless in your waysAnd blinded with eyes wide open.Repressed by many,Yet your allegiance to enslavement holds strong.Insensibility aiding your ignorance,Abiding to a world that forsakes any who step out of line.Crucifying the dreamers.Condemning the believers.Accustomed to the 'as is'.Forced be.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WKleinhuizen/1034828/ I don't know the girl in the mirror, the reflection of a stranger.I find her every day though, staring back at me.Always with those same eyes.Eyes full of everything, eyes full of nothing.Days, becoming increasingly rare,I catch the slightest glimpse of a fire still burning.Although it lies far bene.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WKleinhuizen/1034331/ Twenty-four years in pain but no purposeTwenty-four years of fighting battles against the worldOf waging continuous wars against myself Twenty-four years of a sad soul, fadingA once bright light now dying outTwenty-four years drained of strength, exhausted by life It took twenty-four years.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WKleinhuizen/1034141/ See that girl?She sits.Completely alone and seemingly forgotten,With glossy eyes and thoughts full of a thick fog, heavy and impenetrableDon't you see her?She's falling within herself.Tumbling faster and faster, picking up speedLosing control by the seconds into the cold depths of her mind,She falls.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WKleinhuizen/1033300/ I see herMy worst enemyI reach out to touch her and hit a mirrorIt's my own reflectionAs I see all that I hate, I smash my fist into itBreaking myself into a million shattered fragments of glassAs my image lay on the floor, scattered around meI pick up one piece of myself with a razor-like edgeLay i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WKleinhuizen/1033288/ Twenty-five hundred miles.Sleep now,Please dream tonight.Climbing inside her slumber,Precisely what she wants.Something terrible removed her peace.The morning, four o'clock,Search for innocence inside.Disgusting world,A war before her body.Pinned orchids frown, upset.Bourbon angels shot her.It's pri.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WKleinhuizen/1032775/ Lifted above, druggedDivine bloodThe heat closing above everythingHigherSeeking ecstasyWatching slivers of light WatersHanging above allDreams forgottenHeart no longer sees The night-blooming jasmineReachingStrongThe dead soaredDeliveredSleepy night and cool air The feverish night lef.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WKleinhuizen/1032772/ Tangled,In the sweet scent of darkness,Barely visible.Misery,These four walls have held.A wild profusion so completely filled the space.Roses kill,A blossom fell.Forgive me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WKleinhuizen/1032768/ You see me,But you don't really see me.Who I am,Is not who you want me to be.I am only a false illusion,In your world of rules, restrictions, and normality,So dense and deafening, it kills.I attempt to appease you,A daily routine this has become.Giving you slight satisfaction,Only in turn to be sile.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WKleinhuizen/1032765/ There are no words of a self, implodingTo feel so much, to feel nothing at allThrashing against confines of the mindInsidious insanity and demons of madness devour the soulThere is no way outEngulfed by unimaginable hellsForever filled by the howls of agony and wails of miseryMoans of suffering beco.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WKleinhuizen/1032634/