http://slow.writerscafe.org/Whittle The original writings of author Whitney en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776020180 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Go away, DaylightTake your invading rays as you goYou expose me Uninvited, glaringDisturbing me at this hourWish me a morning with rain;DimnessGentle dark skiesUnder which I can resume my restBut now's no time to lay my headBlankets thrown to one sideWisps of soap-scented hairEyes dusty from sl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Whittle/1286338/ Found in her a glint and glareThrough mirrors,I saw it flareAll reflectant shards of me My heartCast in secrecyHow are we so the sameThough born partMirrored likeness we became  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Whittle/1255698/ I never knew where to put itSo in the recesses of my mind it came to be stowedHidden, but unforgottenNever beheld it in my eyesNot where someone might noticeSo's the way of all secretsSuppose I'm not aloneKnowledge has its own pains, secret bearers knowMost suffer in the silenceTelling brings us nau.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Whittle/1252091/ I am the fist that shatters your dreamsI am the wind that steals your last breathI am the whisper that keeps you awake I know the terrors of your mind;And the weakness of your heartI wield the knife that takes hostageI am the tongue that calls away your most dearI send the storms that come your.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Whittle/1230257/ If in one momentTheir eyes should meetOr just one imageTwo minds convey Would there be fraughtSomething small and swiftBut a rippleIn reflective glass Sketchy connectionsAnd unintentional bondsFrom every glanceEach emerging concept shared.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Whittle/1224555/ Eyes: windows to anever-residing fearThough fear is blindAnd thoughts tick nearHeed logic of your mind Mind: a wall to dividea flurrying worldPart truths from liesWhen tongues are curledReasons you devise  Mouth: a door admittingpearls and toxi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Whittle/1216685/ A way not yet renewedLost always in time and recollection,And can never be brought backSometimes, a feeling;My joy has emptied,But don't lose heart;for I pray it to return http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Whittle/1215567/ These Shadows tellOf Time's quell,Posing prospects...If lives had intersectsThese Shadows whisperedWhat Time has deterred,Screaming promiseOf certain past blissThese Shadows chuckleAt an untimely oracle;Age has killed without a chanceA possible romance http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Whittle/1214290/ The fire inside meIt ceases to roarFor the first timeIn a long timeMy fire is dying Slowly extinguishing Faltering, falteringBut never to dieIf it were to die And pull me from my miseryThere’d be rest finallyBut no, never to dieThe life of my fire; An unshakeabl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Whittle/1214273/ I looked up at the clouds withunease. A mist was gathering, descending in layers over the abandoned subwaystation steps. The sky grew foggier with every passing hour. I sat rigidly on astation bench and squeezed my little brother’s hand every so often forreassurance, though I felt I wa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Whittle/1214062/