http://slow.writerscafe.org/paleshadeofwhite The original writings of author paleshadeofwhite en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776053335 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I want you to ask me what I am listening to. I want you to look deep into my eyes, like you were falling into the abyss. I want you to tell me how no other can love you the way I do. How no other can make you feel the way I do, and when you kiss me goodbye. I want you to tell me how much you desire.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/paleshadeofwhite/1464770/ What is in Man that he lets all Honor, Integrity, and Morals stray him for the mere fullfillment of Greed.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/paleshadeofwhite/1463026/ I wake up to visions of a cherry colored tree in my mind. It is dark outside, I can feel the wind creep up through the wooden planks my body is cold, but I don't feel a thing. There are voices coming from all direct...ions uniting as one leading me outside. I follow them into the night's gloom. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/paleshadeofwhite/1462999/ A woman stands before a mirror, paint the mask the world want's to see. Avoid the steps, precaution taken, no time to spare. Watch the scale, commercial appears, you can look beautiful too. With fall comes the falling of leaves ...and passions that ignite like fire. Fall to flatter with every outcom.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/paleshadeofwhite/1451037/ Times of old dwindle throughout captured in leaves of parchment sewed individually into bounded Moroccan, Spanish, and Russian Leathers, seeping the smells of old centuries wisdom enclosed. Taking the mind into the beyond where great stories are forged and fantasies made. Smells of musk, vanilla, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/paleshadeofwhite/1450668/ Darken planks fall upon the city streets shining, as the rain falls upon them. Cries are felt from passing shadows living inside their head. Their blank expressions are felt deep within one's core. Wasted dreams linger in the nights air as a glimpse of a moments memory brings a smile but quickly f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/paleshadeofwhite/1450412/ Child: And what does it feel like to have friends, she said. Woman: It feels like laughter, and joy, and happiness and craziness and those moments, one would cherish for a lifetime because they are priceless.Child: She smiled and put her head down and sat in silence, and she imagined herself having.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/paleshadeofwhite/1450408/ And with the sound but of the sweetest whisper of a note I leave my love, like the sweetest melody played but not heard.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/paleshadeofwhite/1446873/ The Fog "Sometimes I feel like an angel that fell from the sky, into a darkened abrupted world, in which no one cares for nor sees. In these times, I so wish it that someone found me, in this place, in this world that I do not feel part of." http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/paleshadeofwhite/1326126/ Dancing through the cold winds night swirling, twisting, and spiriling upon us; like frozen stars whispering our names. She sings to us from the echoing winds kissing us with the first snowfall. Icicles frozen in time; showing beauty everlasting captured in time; melt with the sun's first light.&n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/paleshadeofwhite/1309342/ What's standing in front of me is an imagery of the most beautiful scenery between two legendary creatures that time made a fairy tale, or perhaps long forgotten, but that always longed for each other through time. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/paleshadeofwhite/1309287/ She spread her wings out as if to fly; her dark unruly hair waved in the wind expanding throughout the ivory fields.  Her stained rosy lips; full of passion they were; ignited the skies with flames.  Colors of gold's, red's, pink's, white's, and blue's filled the morning air.The breeze t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/paleshadeofwhite/1303320/ Upon awakening from a dream; I found myself laying there; the vision had become a blur....What I saw is far hard to explain....So sacred of beauty it was....untouched and unspoiled....belonging to another place; another time....it floated in the air; dancing around me; I reached out for it, but it d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/paleshadeofwhite/1303290/ I have seen beauty that is unimaginable...unmeasured by distances...and not seen by many...beauty so rare...so mysterious...so simple...it carries you away... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/paleshadeofwhite/1303285/ He stares at the wall silently as he sits in a darkened kitchen room; where the wooden table smells of musk, and a vase of red roses sits on top. He sits as if waiting for someone alone in silence.  A man grown old;in this house colored yellow; that sits on a hill top; filled with green gr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/paleshadeofwhite/1303276/ I am of times where beginnings and endings lie...I am of Purity, Love, and Innocence...I am the color of the night that whispers your name....I am reflected on snow covered fields...I am freedom and I am hope...I am Illumination... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/paleshadeofwhite/1303269/ The eyes are like an ocean of depth that emerge to greet us.  Whether we are there at the very moment when the action takes place without a word being spoken; is the very moment in which all possibilities can become realities. The Silent Stare is not easily understood by many, but by the one's .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/paleshadeofwhite/1303260/ Allow silence to enter within; for it is in the sweet sound of silence that one finds self.  Do not allow the noise to be a distraction;for it is in the melody of stillness that the river runs free and the ripples harmonize.  Allow for new paths to be created; travel not on path's made.&nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/paleshadeofwhite/1303244/ And it comes to me but in the mist of a shadow....this image I see, so profound, so mysterious....moving within the darkened forest....for it is there where many secrets are hidden and passages unseen by others..... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/paleshadeofwhite/1303239/ And it was not till this day; that I looked upon her saddened grisly face that time had erased, and taken away and deformed, and it was not till this day that I came to realize; why it was fated that she be fortuned with love and not I, but upon this realization I smiled... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/paleshadeofwhite/1303234/ I fell into the sea and time spun before me.  I was the wand spinning back in a room filled with wild waters; where the sea air drifted you away, and the only sound you heard was the waves dancing back and fourth against your lingering body. I fell into the sea and drowned my soul's worrie.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/paleshadeofwhite/1303232/