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			<title>Missing You, Dad</title>
			<description>Our time together Wasn&amp;rsquo;t nearly quite enoughjust when I thought we&amp;rsquo;d have moreLife came to a full stop.All we have left are photos and videos To remember you by,Each time I look at or watch them,I can&amp;rsquo;t help but cry.I thought I&amp;rsquo;d learn to live with grief..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/april13/2959661/</link>
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			<title>Midnight Writer</title>
			<description>A pen and paper Like how it used to beThe beauty of MidnightAwakens the writer in me.Let it inLet it flowLet Midnight take the reins - let go.Let your imagination fly-your emotions run wildFree yourself Like an innocent child.Midnight is my sanctuary Always and foreve..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/april13/2959514/</link>
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			<title>Lies</title>
			<description>Truth will come out Eventually Leaving you defenseless A plaything for Dream of the Endless.And when your hold on peopleComes looseYou&amp;rsquo;ll struggle but in vainMaybe then you&amp;rsquo;ll understand the pain.For you had crossed - Passed the point of no return And I&amp;rsquo;ll b..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/april13/2955058/</link>
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			<title>Angels and Devils</title>
			<description>Trapped in a world of make believeOf heroes and victimsOf angels and demons-chased by a delusion of persecution .But what&amp;rsquo;s the point of all these?What&amp;rsquo;s the use of all the lies?Had the lies become real enough?Won&amp;rsquo;t you ever stop?Can&amp;rsquo;t you see past your ow..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/april13/2954950/</link>
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			<title>Fake Faces</title>
			<description>The champion of the downtrodden The bearer of goodwillIs all but a masquerade Painted faces on parade.How can one be champion of the oppressed When one refuses to hear all sides?When one hides behind stone walls?When one refuses to answer calls?Tainting people&amp;rsquo;s reputation ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/april13/2954949/</link>
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			<title>She</title>
			<description>Snother day is over.&amp;nbsp; Tomorrow is another story left to unfold.&amp;nbsp; For now, SHE steps back inside her safe haven; alone; naked; undefended.SHE; just like the mystery of the universe that SHE is, must empty her soul.&amp;nbsp; SHE must cry and let the tears wash away the pain.&amp;nbsp; SHE..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/april13/1351265/</link>
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			<title>When Words Aren't Enough</title>
			<description>*sometimes, even a poet's word plays aren't enough</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/april13/1309278/</link>
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			<title>Terrified</title>
			<description>I&amp;rsquo;m terrified.There, I said it. That&amp;rsquo;s how I really feel.Everything&amp;rsquo;s changing -while the world stood still.&amp;nbsp;I&amp;rsquo;m terrified.-of youYou are everything I hoped you would beAnd somehow, I don&amp;rsquo;t know what to do.&amp;nbsp;You came when..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/april13/1233139/</link>
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			<title>Queen Of The Damned</title>
			<description>&quot;You can never put a bad girl down&quot;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/april13/1195223/</link>
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			<title>Photographs And Memories</title>
			<description>Hey, Lil, can you tothe studio of Mr. Lee?&amp;nbsp; His secretarysaid he&amp;rsquo;d be there.&amp;nbsp; I want you topersonally ask him if we can do an interview for our magazine?&amp;rdquo;&amp;ldquo;Yes, Ma&amp;rsquo;am, I&amp;rsquo;ll justget my things ready and then I&amp;rsquo;m off.&amp;rdquo;&amp;ldquo;Good girl.&amp;..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/april13/1192476/</link>
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			<title>Poor Man/Rich Woman</title>
			<description>Poor Man:My Love, they said we were too young to know if what we feelis true.&amp;nbsp; They said this is not Love. Theysay we can never ever find happiness and we can never be together.&amp;nbsp; You&amp;rsquo;re a princess and I am but a slave.&amp;nbsp; How can they judge as so easily?&amp;nbsp; They can say..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/april13/1156612/</link>
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			<title>Fallen Goddess</title>
			<description>And now it comes to this,I&amp;rsquo;ve finally reached the end of the line.The stars have spoken.It&amp;rsquo;s over.&amp;nbsp; It&amp;rsquo;s fine.I knew it long ago.You can say, &amp;ldquo;She had it coming.&amp;rdquo;True.&amp;nbsp; I wascareless.&amp;nbsp; Spoiled like hell.I thought my fire won&amp;..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/april13/1156272/</link>
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			<title>I Love You, Goodbye</title>
			<description>This is it.&amp;nbsp; A decision had to be made.&amp;nbsp; This decision will alter everything.But there&amp;rsquo;s nothing left to doeven if I try my best to avoid it.&amp;nbsp; Ican&amp;rsquo;t.&amp;nbsp; A CHOICE HAD TO BE TAKEN.&amp;nbsp; All the options had been laid in front ofme.&amp;nbsp; I had to choose one.&amp;nb..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/april13/1130410/</link>
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			<title>Letting Go and Letting God</title>
			<description>It&amp;rsquo;s been over a year now since I realized that my fairytale was actually a nightmare.&amp;nbsp; It&amp;rsquo;s beenover a year now since I had escaped from the clutches of that nightmare andembraced the dawn of a new day.At first, I thought that I was doomed for good and that Iwas forever..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/april13/1130408/</link>
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			<title>Chasing Happiness</title>
			<description>*what makes you happy?*</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/april13/1128697/</link>
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			<title>Message In a Bottle</title>
			<description>*a message of hope, courage and determination*</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/april13/1095927/</link>
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			<title>Me, Myself and I ( My Life This Year)</title>
			<description>Looking back at all the things that had happened thsi year</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/april13/1095925/</link>
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			<title>Stealing Cinderella</title>
			<description>A father giving a speech at his daughter's wedding</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/april13/1095924/</link>
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			<title>On BEASTS Masquerading as GENTLEMEN (RAKES)</title>
			<description>(Rake- A dissolute man in the society {old English}. In the recent point of view this is equivalent to what we call now &amp;ldquo;Playboy&amp;rdquo;.&amp;rdquo;beasts masquerading as gentlemen&amp;rdquo;)We&amp;rsquo;re done with&amp;nbsp;the definition&amp;nbsp;of terms.I just want to make it clear:&amp;rdquo; I&amp;rsquo;m not as m..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/april13/1041796/</link>
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			<title>FINAL PIECE: The Parting Message of a Writer to her Muse</title>
			<description>(moving on and letting go)</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/april13/1041794/</link>
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			<title>CONFESSIONS of an ADDICT</title>
			<description>(some time&amp;nbsp;six months ago)I AM LOST.I&amp;rsquo;ve been&amp;nbsp;ADDICTED&amp;nbsp;and I never knew until it was almost too late.&amp;nbsp; I got so high and I did not realize that I was&amp;nbsp;speedingfast with a blank stare to the highway to hell, to the road of eternal damnation.I&amp;rsquo;m so scared.&amp;nbsp; It&amp;..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/april13/1041792/</link>
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			<title>The Lost Word Plays (the spirit of a Lost Writer)</title>
			<description>There comes&amp;nbsp;a time in every writer's life when nothing seems write.It goes beyond the enemy named &quot;writer's block.&quot;For the writer can still write.There are still ideas.She can still create a piece.a word play.BUT it just doesn't fit.EMPTY. That's how I feel.The words that used to give a fiery v..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/april13/1036180/</link>
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			<title>BLUE MOON: Memories of a Forgotten Past</title>
			<description>*sudden rush of memories,along with the blue moon</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/april13/1032605/</link>
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			<title>MYSTERY of the SEALED BOXES</title>
			<description>I had often wondered what lies beyond the facade of the people that we see everyday.What secrets lay hidden deep their cores.What kind of reality is being &amp;nbsp;kept away, out of reach from the knowledge of everybody else.Then I realized, no matter how hard we try, no matter what we do, we can never..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/april13/1026290/</link>
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			<title>Breaking the Silence</title>
			<description>-recently finished watching a story about  robot who became self aware and developed what's comparable to a man's ego.This poem describes how &quot;It&quot; felt when it was forcefully &quot;shut down&quot;-</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/april13/1026287/</link>
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			<title>Blue Moon</title>
			<description>-the beauty of witnessing a blue moon and the hope to see it together with that one special person-</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/april13/1026248/</link>
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			<title>Word Play of Darkness</title>
			<description>&quot;a dark period in a relationship&quot;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/april13/1026242/</link>
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			<title>ARMLESS EMBRACE</title>
			<description>a promise of love across distance and time</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/april13/1026152/</link>
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			<title>just like that.. FORSAKEN</title>
			<description>-the cries of a forsaken lover-</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/april13/1026149/</link>
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