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			<title>Defined</title>
			<description>I realized something, not just today but everyday. I come to this notion and then dismiss it like a call boy only to find it creep into my mind tommorrow. I am crazy. Insane even. I talk to myself when I&amp;rsquo;m alone and find humor in dispair. I try so hard to convince myself that its ok, that ever..</description>
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			<title>When the one you love 's in love with someone else.  </title>
			<description>I shouldn't like you, but I do. When you're around I lose my focus , trip over thing, and get awkward because I don't know what to say. I'm afraid if I open my mouth the only thing that will come out is how much I long for you or that the butterflies in my stomach with lurch out and cling me to your..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alexiscam/1032244/</link>
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			<title>A Beautiful Thing</title>
			<description>So many ways to say I do,when you ask if I love you.To see your face in the light,I wonder if you're mine tonight.Your eyes, so soft, so blue,Twinkling like the ocean too.&amp;nbsp;I see the way you watch me well,I know the secret you'd never tell.That someday someway we will be,Together forever, just y..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alexiscam/1026170/</link>
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			<title>The relationship rollercoaster</title>
			<description>Hate to look back and remember every chance that you missed,&amp;nbsp;every word on the tip of your tongue that you resist.&amp;nbsp;I see myself stray from what we had,all because every thought came out bad.You are for me, as I for you,Lead me on by the things that you do.Somehow we leave each others side,..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alexiscam/1002126/</link>
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			<title>Heartbreak Central-unfinished song</title>
			<description>Feeling hurt,feeling lost, since you left.Knowing now just who I was,&amp;nbsp;in my self.I understand why you felt the need to leave,but what I can't bare is how to be me.Chorus:Without you, without love&amp;nbsp;I am nothing.Can't get up,&amp;nbsp;can't believe I'm here again.The walls of this room I am stuck..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alexiscam/1001497/</link>
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			<title>Entry 6- Peer pressure.</title>
			<description>I want to turn to the subject of friendship for a minute and let you know that, as you have seen, I was deprived a childhood. Always made out to be an adult and if I showed one sight of uncontrollable emotion my crazed family members (this including my mother, father, steps and families for all four..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alexiscam/1001188/</link>
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			<title>Entry 5- Flashback.</title>
			<description>So you see, in the past, since my birth my mother hasn&amp;rsquo;t been there. Don&amp;rsquo;t get me wrong, I do realize that every family has its problems and no one is perfect but it seems to me that the effort these people put forth to make everything seem so grand is a waste. Every single family member..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alexiscam/1001183/</link>
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			<title>Entry 4- Georgia on my mind.</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp; In 8th&amp;nbsp;grade I finally decided that living with my biological father and step mother wasn&amp;rsquo;t enjoyable. What with my step mother&amp;rsquo;s controlling nature and my father&amp;rsquo;s displacement in my life, moving to my mom&amp;rsquo;s was my only option. My mother painted a picture of what..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alexiscam/1001181/</link>
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			<title>Entry 3- Here comes the family.</title>
			<description>The past is the past but for me something&amp;rsquo;s just can&amp;rsquo;t be forgotten. I was an only child born to my parents whom divorced and remarried when I was about 4. My step mother, the brute that she was, raised me as best she could in my younger years treating me as her own and I loved her very ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alexiscam/1001179/</link>
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			<title>Entry 2- Bounding chains.</title>
			<description>Foxberry Stable is where the majority of my teenage years were spent. It was a small shack of a horse stable that I took lessons at from the age of eight all the way to the age of seventeen, having owned and boarded two horses during those years. I loved it there. I really did, looking back on it no..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alexiscam/1001177/</link>
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			<title>Entry 1- Good morning, sun.</title>
			<description>My name is Ansley-AnnSullivan, friends call me Ace, and although I may seem like your averageeveryday southern gal, I am far from it. I&amp;rsquo;ve grown up in a small town in SouthCarolina, lived in the same house for years, and been around the same faces yetI feel like a no-one. Since you don..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alexiscam/1001135/</link>
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			<title>Regretting and forgetting</title>
			<description>A thought:While I've never been the type to deny my regrets, I would always look past the fact that I knowingly sit and ponder the &quot;what if's&quot; of all situations. So what if? What if, I had told the man I loved, I loved him. What if, my friendships of the past never failed. And what if, I was born to..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alexiscam/1001132/</link>
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			<title>Prologue </title>
			<description>You know that feeling you get when you listento a song that touches your heart? It&amp;rsquo;s like a tingling that runs quicklythrough your senses and swells tears on the cusps of your eye. Well that&amp;rsquo;s thefeeling I get when I think about my life this summer. The summer I turned 17,the sum..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alexiscam/990434/</link>
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			<title>A Summer of Seventeen</title>
			<description>Dear, Dr. Radley, here are the daily entries about everything- mainly what led to last summer when I turned 17. I wrote as freely as I could off my medication. I'm glad the past is behind me. Enjoy.
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alexiscam/990432/</link>
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			<title>Let's Try- Original Song</title>
			<description>My goals in life are reachable,or so I used to think.I thought that no matter the mountain,I can make it over anything.Thought that I had it all,but then you left without a call.Now Im left with nobody by my side.So what,am I, to do?when nothins right and all I want is to be with you!&amp;nbsp;Chorus:Il..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alexiscam/988344/</link>
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			<title>Sing- Unfinished Song</title>
			<description>Sunflowers in a glass.Looking at the rain and seeing the past.Again I'm left to myself,not knowing if I'll be ok, Wondering what with you,How did things come so un gluedyeah someone tell me I'm ok.am I ok? Chorus:I sing for the brokenhearted,the ones left after things got started,shattered to pieces..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alexiscam/988342/</link>
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			<title>The Ride- Unfinished Song</title>
			<description>Woke up this mornin,decided that todays a new day.Not gonna turn back,everythin is gonna go my way.Cause Ive come to notice life is passin me by.Its lookin at me,starin at meright in the eye!Chorus:We say hello,we say goodbye.Its a rollercoaster ride.No matter what,we know its toughbut we take it da..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alexiscam/988340/</link>
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			<title>Country Girls</title>
			<description>Country girls,best in the world.With shiny boots,ribbons, and pearls.Pick up trucks,camo shirt,happiness, and lots of dirt. Yes, country girls bleed red, white, and blue,&amp;amp;we do not care if we offend you.We live our life to the fullest extent,although sometimes we're shattered,broken,and bent.We ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alexiscam/988339/</link>
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			<title>Of a Social Media: What's On My Mind</title>
			<description>I think I've got the definition of life figured out now. For starters, it sucks. I'm not gonna sugar coat it because it does suck at some point or another. But most people take advantage of the fact that they live in a huge universe filled with beauty at every turn and are lucky to get to do so. Ano..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alexiscam/988337/</link>
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			<title>Somewhere Beyond the Sea</title>
			<description>Problems. Why, I have my fair share. Life is an uneasy sea of restless souls searching for something, something that makes this whole time here worth while. What that something is no one knows, yet we all search for it. Ups, downs- its kinda like a rollercoaster in that way except life's rollercoast..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alexiscam/988334/</link>
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