http://slow.writerscafe.org/WhitePheonix The original writings of author Ryan en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776060988 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Envisioning.A woman, Running through the cold black night.A beast,Flailing towards the woman.The Forest.Her heart,Racing.Beating faster with every new step taken.His hunger,Growing.His instinct,StrongerThe woman,Trips.The beast,Satisfied. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WhitePheonix/347514/   Your eyesTwin lakes of crystal   http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WhitePheonix/339651/   Sitting there, lifeless,Gazing at the horizon,The sight of the sun-kissed grass,GlisteningLaying there, Entranced,Staring at the starry sky,The gentle breath of the wind,Cooling Waking there,Dazed,Squinting though the morning fog,The soft light of d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WhitePheonix/339642/          The road ahead so far and entwined,The thorns and branches are lined,   With the aura of the others that have walked this path,   You live in their footsteps,Making their mistakes,   You cr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WhitePheonix/319243/             The wisdom of one so experienced,         The laugh of one so filled with joy,        The tears of one so young,     The eye.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WhitePheonix/318976/                In the sanctuary you call a bed, When the dark whisps of night Envelope you into a mysterious slumber. You feel the warmth of the day Extracted from your skin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WhitePheonix/302341/            It was a rainy Autumn day, in the town of Harrowood, a young woman by the name of Renee Dorel was driving home from the grocery store. She needed to get home in time in order for her to be able to make dinner be.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WhitePheonix/301353/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WhitePheonix/301315/             Locked in his room,       Weeping into his pillow,            His sanctuary       &nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WhitePheonix/298911/       Is it wrong  To feel this way           About you    Why do I Lie,    And say      Everything is okay     Why do I dream&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WhitePheonix/297702/ I have a secret .... that is somewhat portrayed in this poem. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WhitePheonix/295349/    People,They tell me,"Don't be a follower"It wasn't til today that I recognized its true meaning.To follow in the footsteps of another.But the people,The followers,Are lost, and neglect the fact that they are not capable for the burden of following any .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WhitePheonix/282909/                    I'm in a trance.               I'm lost in my mind.         &nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WhitePheonix/281118/ When winter screams with winds of rage, When leaves are burried in an icy grave, The warmth of my soul extracted, The pain of my heart compacted.  My thoughts are blurred, So i can see, There, In the shadows of my mind, I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WhitePheonix/266538/   The Lightening,It lights up the sky, The Thunder,Creates sound, And The Rain,Tapping on the window,Brings together these two raging forces, To create,The storm  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WhitePheonix/266169/