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			<title>This One Is Mine </title>
			<description>You took advantage,Never letting me breatheI could never escapeYour breath down my earsYour scent on my skinNothing taking this awayI've never felt so trappedMy life is no longer mineThe days are all the sameTrapped in my own mind,Nothing helps Not even being homeJust..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LisaDoughlin/1787623/</link>
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			<title>Nothing Left </title>
			<description>I don't know what genre to class this under.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LisaDoughlin/1299997/</link>
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			<title>Our Love Has Finally Ended </title>
			<description>It seems as only yesterday that you stole my heart away,The days begin to slowly form but to only reveal that&amp;nbsp;Our days are only bitter sweet memories.The love we once shared has shatter, cracked into tiny piecesThis feeling of emptiness has begun to take its toleMy heart is beating for this eve..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LisaDoughlin/1299971/</link>
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			<title>So Much Sorrow</title>
			<description>Pain is how we all feel,not fully healed from our past.Trying to forgive, forget and move on.They stole our hearts souls and minds,sweet smell of there&amp;nbsp;heavenly&amp;nbsp;scentstake us back to the days of joybut also back to the sounds of tears.This day is filled with sorrow, as we say our long good..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LisaDoughlin/1136537/</link>
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			<title>Days Like This.</title>
			<description>I lay alone.Nobody to care &amp;nbsp;for meIm trapped&amp;nbsp;underneath&amp;nbsp;it all, trying to be free.This feeling i cannot control,intense,&amp;nbsp;dramatic and just plain&amp;nbsp;insanitythe darkness takes over, nothing holding me back.I want to be free of thisi long for something greaterthat will give me so..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LisaDoughlin/1136529/</link>
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			<title>Inside Out</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Here it is the time was finally here, the gas was out. People were screaming, running like crazy. I was watching them like an Egal stalking it's prey. The thick green gas fills there lungs, there organs turing to liquid,&amp;nbsp;while&amp;nbsp;their skin slowly burns to a crisp.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I watch as..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LisaDoughlin/1088434/</link>
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			<title>End Of Us</title>
			<description>So today the world will be gone,fighting, screaming and all out rioting,me on the other hand, i will be torturing my enemies.&amp;nbsp;i will make sure that i am the last person they will see,i will gut them and hang them like the pigs,that they&amp;nbsp;actually are.&amp;nbsp;so today the world will end,it wil..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LisaDoughlin/1082103/</link>
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			<title>longing </title>
			<description>As this is our last embrace, i take my time,With parting our lips.Your tounge fills my mouthWith a deep sensation.You removed your lips,Leaving my mouth dry with disappear,My life has been turnedUpside down.Everything reminds me of you.Your the reason for my existence.But now you have gone away,Ther..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LisaDoughlin/1069519/</link>
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			<title>The Devils Snare</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;His severed head layed on a pikethe Devils glare glows in the nightthe tortured kids that have futuremy life is empty and my heart has gone.&amp;nbsp;I watch the people, that die in paintheir liquid flowed into my mouththe salty blood fills my vainsto which brings me power.&amp;nbsp;The Devils S..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LisaDoughlin/1069019/</link>
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			<title>Deep Sorrow.</title>
			<description>I know you have to go away,but you will always be with me.Our souls were&amp;nbsp;entwined.&amp;nbsp;Our Deep Love Affair,filled my heart with the internal flame,that keeps me from dieing out.&amp;nbsp;You filled my life with joy and happiness,but now you have gone leaving me in this bleak world,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;i k..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LisaDoughlin/1068491/</link>
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			<title>The Slash</title>
			<description>I dragged his body to the bathroom,making sure that the body was perfectly still.i reached out to grab the razor.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;i slowly walked towards his body,and bent near his head.I placed the ice cold razor an slowly,cut open his face.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LisaDoughlin/1068487/</link>
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			<title>My Broken Heart.</title>
			<description>I pick up the pieces&amp;nbsp;of my broken heart,its smashed in tiny pieces to many to collectall because you took my joy and&amp;nbsp;happiness&amp;nbsp;away.You tore out my heart with every thought of&amp;nbsp;destroying&amp;nbsp;it.my&amp;nbsp;emptiness&amp;nbsp;fills my body with sadness and hate.knowing you have moved on,..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LisaDoughlin/1067494/</link>
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			<title>My empty heart.</title>
			<description>Well here's that time again.where all had gone, my life concealed within,an empty prison.My heart just an empty muscle,of where my first love left it behind,leaving only but a trace of my existence.I lay here knowing that all I love has gone to you,and you place it alone cold and without a care,I fe..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LisaDoughlin/1065377/</link>
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			<title>My Last Embrace.</title>
			<description>I Left The House Leaving Only A TraceOf My Existence Behind.&amp;nbsp; Got Into My RunDown Car And Drove For Miles To Reach My Destination. Night Fall Was Upon UsAnd The Time Had Come Once More To Do The Deed We Do Not Speak Of. I Walk IntoThe Hotel Suit&amp;nbsp; And Placed My Bag On TheBed. ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LisaDoughlin/1064672/</link>
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			<title>this time it's real.</title>
			<description>Today is the day I let you go,the sins of our forbidden love are too much to bear.my eyes are closed, my knife is high It's time to strike.my head is down my heart has gone, our time spent together had all but gone,we will meet again when I least expect it, my love I will cherish you always.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LisaDoughlin/1063001/</link>
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			<title>It Was Cold, But I Was Hot</title>
			<description>It Was Cold, But I Was Hot.I Slowly Undressed And Grabbed The Knife Of The Kitchen Table,And I Slid Into My Boyfriends Bedroom And Chopped His Head Off, ANd Shoved It On His Willy.After A Reached Up To His Severed Neck And Bit Into It, Sucking His Dead Body&amp;nbsp;Dry Of Blood.It Felt Amazing.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LisaDoughlin/1054749/</link>
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			<title>Basement Job</title>
			<description>I Like It Very Much</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LisaDoughlin/1054746/</link>
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			<title>Bathroom Drama</title>
			<description>It's Just A Little Something I Like To Write About.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LisaDoughlin/1054744/</link>
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