http://slow.writerscafe.org/Kittywhiskers The original writings of author Kittywhiskers en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775995339 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Your name used to feel so comfortable on my lipsBut now feels foreign on my tonguelike a language I don't understand or speak-Mikel Yuki http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kittywhiskers/2072963/ You come back soon for the summer.My best friend, my home.But how do I tell you how I felt before you left? How do I tell you that you ripped my heart apart when you told me you would be leaving?How do I explain the feelings I once had?Maybe it's best not to tell you.But then again, I feel like.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kittywhiskers/1921370/ The first thing that you need to know about me is that I am clumsy.I'm as clumsy as the waves lapping on the shore, tripping over one another,As clumsy as the words that tumble from my lips trying to form sentences,As clumsy as the first kiss you placed on my lips. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kittywhiskers/1921367/ You are leaving,and I'm proud of you.I'm proud beyond words,but I'm scared.I'm scared of what will become of me in your absence.I'm scared of what my heart will do when it can no longer find its home.A home that it has found in you.My beautiful best friend. My best friend who makes my heart ski.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kittywhiskers/1751680/ This is a fight between two halves of a soul that doesn't know what todo http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kittywhiskers/1751671/ Red were the roses you gave me that summer.Red with lust, love and passion.Red was the color of our cheeks that winter.Red with the warmth of blood,rushing through our veins.Red is the color of the hatred,the fury,and the contempt we hold for each other Red Is it not the stereotypical colo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kittywhiskers/1722369/ One person can only experience so much deathbefore it starts to eat away at themEat away their soulTheir conscious thoughts Eat away at the color in their eyesAnd the elasticity of their cheeksEat at the color in their hairand the strength in their bodyone can only take so many visits from deat.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kittywhiskers/1722366/ You meant the world to mebut I knew the moment it ended that you weren't strong enoughAt thirteen years old you were the biggest, most exciting person to meI loved youBut to youI was everythingAnd I guess that's why things went to shitWhy I overthought every action I madeevery action you madebe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kittywhiskers/1722364/ And in that moment she realized just how much she loved him. Even if he would never love her the way he once had, she would wait, and maybe one day he would love her again. She had once told herself that she no longer loved him, only to find out that it was just a lie. A coping mechanism to get thro.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kittywhiskers/1464090/ She cried herself to sleep again, like so many nights before.  She had thought about him while she fell asleep, and though she didn't dream about him, she woke with tears in her eyes thinking about him once more.  She missed the smell of his cologne. She missed the way he used to hold her .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kittywhiskers/1464086/ Roses are red... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kittywhiskers/1382927/ The sun has subsided over the hills.The peace is quietly intrudingwhile the people go into their homes.You  are painfully dying.In a far off place you will be born again, that i know for sure.still the fear of always knowing,that you will disappear.The sun now sets,and my heart f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kittywhiskers/1103735/ My heart has never been broken yet after writing this I feel as if it has http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kittywhiskers/1102433/ A dark poem that I wrote with a friend http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kittywhiskers/1098257/