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		<description>The original writings of author aisling virginia</description>
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			<title>night three</title>
			<description>as the thunder rolls across my&amp;nbsp;windowpanes, i'm reminded ofthe time you told me how muchyou like thunderstorms. youlove how they feel so boundless,&amp;nbsp;free, and powerful. how the&amp;nbsp;electricity in the air coupled&amp;nbsp;with the icy raindrops hitting&amp;nbsp;your skin makes you feel alive.i supp..</description>
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			<title>night two</title>
			<description>i'm done trying to make &quot;us&quot; happen.when i think about it, what i just saiddoesn't make any sense. i never&amp;nbsp;really tried to make you mine. i neverexplicitly told you i liked you, but i'msure you figured that out. somewherebetween the stuttering and rosy&amp;nbsp;cheeks, the awkward questions, thegig..</description>
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			<title>night one</title>
			<description>it's nights like these that make merealize just how much i miss you. imiss talking to you until one of us&amp;nbsp;was brave enough to break theconversation and whisper, &quot;i'mexhausted.&quot; that person was usuallyme. i was always so bad at staying&amp;nbsp;up late. especially if there was school&amp;nbsp;the next d..</description>
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			<title>Hook, Line, and Sinker</title>
			<description>Ugh. Boys suck.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ak9500/1452221/</link>
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			<title>Today: First Time We Held Hands</title>
			<description>Today you held my hand when I was feeling sadbecause my friend was furious with meand I didn't know why. You pressed your feather soft lips to my knuckles and told me &quot;It's gonna be okay, she'll get over it.&quot;And I trusted you.How could I not?With your hand clasping mine to your chest.It almost felt ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ak9500/1343634/</link>
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			<title>Orphan</title>
			<description>Oh gosh &gt;.&lt; I don't really like this one..</description>
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			<title>Goodbye</title>
			<description>Don't worry you guys I'm not suicidal... This just came to me during class today and I felt like it was okay soo... Yeah.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ak9500/1269510/</link>
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			<title>It Hurts</title>
			<description>It really hurts.To see the one you love,Love someone else.To see the person you try so hard to please,Take no notice and move on.To try your best,But never succeed.To miss someone so much, But know they're never coming back.It hurts. More than you can imagine.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ak9500/1239988/</link>
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			<title>Late Night Walk Through the Graveyard</title>
			<description>I make my way slowly through the rows of tombstonesGreat slabs of stone, standing ominously just below my waistI glance around, wary of my surroundingsI'm not even sure why I came this way,I could have just cut through the fieldBut now I'm stuck in this haunting graveyardThe cool autumn wind nips at..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ak9500/1230565/</link>
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			<title>Longing</title>
			<description>This longingIt hurtsHurts like a punch to the stomachA smack to the headI can't avoid it becauseIt lives inside of meAnd it's been there ever since you leftIt's blossomed larger and largerThe longer you've been goneAnd now I can't ignore itIt's clawing at my sanityGnawing on my trustThis hunger is d..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ak9500/1221227/</link>
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			<title>Maybe He Loves Me</title>
			<description>sorry if it sucks :P</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ak9500/1214698/</link>
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			<title>Under The Stars</title>
			<description>yet another romantic-y poem written from both the girl's and the boy's point of view c:</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ak9500/1208329/</link>
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			<title>Him and Her</title>
			<description>Oh godEvery timeEvery single timeThose twoJust laughing and flirtingand talkingIt's endlessI wonder if he ever even notices meProbably notHis eyes are always on herAlwaysJust because she's one of those skinnyBeautifulFunnyPopular girlsAnd I'm one of those not skinnyNot super funnyNot particularly pr..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ak9500/1189417/</link>
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			<title>Angel</title>
			<description>long car ridesmovie nightssleepy breakfastsall of my memories with my angelthey make me smilemake my insides fluttermake my cheeks burn redsoft kissesnaps togetherfamily visitsi wonder if these thoughts make him feel the way i dolike there are butterflies in my stomachthat just happen to be having a..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ak9500/1188061/</link>
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			<title>Together</title>
			<description>I lay next to him, my head on his chestthe steady beat of his heart slowly lulling me to sleephis blue t-shirt smells faintly of mintit's a comforting smell, coupled with his colognealmost intoxicatingmusic floats from the small speakers a few feet awaysoft, calm guitar everything is perfect when we..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ak9500/1185710/</link>
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			<title>Bottled Up</title>
			<description>FeelingsWe all know what they are How they feel When and why we feel certain feelings But not everyone knowsHow it feels to have All of your feelings just Bottled up inside With no chance of getting outEverBecause you're afraid to open up You're scared you'll get hurt You kee..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ak9500/1157533/</link>
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			<title>Watching Behind the Glass</title>
			<description>Um... Just a short poem I was doodling in my notebook today... Again please not hate or judgment.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ak9500/1136221/</link>
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			<title>Sorry</title>
			<description>I'm sorry I ever loved you.I shouldn't have fallen so hard.Just to have you step on my body.And laugh at my broken shards.I'm sorry I ever believed you.Like a naive little kid.I let you torture me.Now a sad farewell I bid.I'm sorry I ever knew you.Without you I would be fine.But now I'm scarred fore..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ak9500/1016835/</link>
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			<title>Why I loved you</title>
			<description>You may ask why I loved you,&amp;nbsp;but you should know the reason.I loved you too much to let you go,but you just stepped on me and shot me down.I loved you even though you weremean,reckless,&amp;nbsp;annoying,arrogant,terrible,cold hearted.I loved you because I saw beneath all those things,&amp;nbsp;but you..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ak9500/981494/</link>
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			<title>Willow</title>
			<description>I sit beneath the willownear the river.I wish you were next to me,&amp;nbsp;but you're gone.Aren't you?Or was I just imagining&amp;nbsp;that painful goodbye,those silent tears,&amp;nbsp;the sleepless nights?No, I'm not imagining that anymore than I'm imaginingthe willow I'm sitting under,the flowers dancing in ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ak9500/973638/</link>
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			<title>Comparisons</title>
			<description>Love is like a rose,&amp;nbsp;It smells sweet,&amp;nbsp;But can prick you with thorns of sadness.Life is like a cloud,Getting tossed around,Blown about every which way.Death is like a rainy day,It's bad for a while,But then you realize, they aren't really gone.Love, life, death...&amp;nbsp;Rose, cloud, rain...</description>
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			<title>Clouds</title>
			<description>The clouds drift across the perfectblue sky.I dig my hands into the sand and look up.The sun obscures my vision but I look long enough to seea perfect heart in the perfect blue sky.I thin of you and how you used to be like thatperfect heart in the perfect blue sky.Perfection, that's what you were.Pe..</description>
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			<title>Done with you</title>
			<description>I met you and instantly liked you,You met me and instantly hated me.Why?Was I too funny?Happy?Pretty for you?Just tell me why.Why you didn't wave when I waved.Why you didn't answer when I called.Why you didn't stop me when I punched you for being such a jerk.Well I'm not going to ask why anymore.&amp;nb..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ak9500/973556/</link>
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			<title>Lost Friend</title>
			<description>Why is this so hard?Now he is gone forever,Sleeping in the ground.</description>
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