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			<title>You aren't my dream.</title>
			<description>Last Night, I saw your face.Through a mirror of not love, but deception.You weren't with her,but it didn't matter.it didn't matter.I couldn't remember why I loved you,Or why I thought you were special.No matter how the stars twinkled your face,my emotions remain at nothing.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mommiesbrat95/566634/</link>
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			<title>And I love you(:</title>
			<description>You make my heart smileEvery peanut butter and jelly sandwhichYou make my heart smileAll the &quot;gangster&quot; commentsYou make my heart smilethe shirt i wear to sleyou make my heart smilethe over exaggerated shiveringYou make my heart smileobsessions with broccoliYou make my heart smil..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mommiesbrat95/560413/</link>
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			<title>Shallow River</title>
			<description>Shallow River,You make me toes shiver with excitement.Shallow River,Your water looks so inviting.I can hardly resist.Shallow River,.Can you stop the sweat running down my face?I guess we'll see Shallow River,here I go1.....2....3....Oh s**t,I forgot I can't swim.Shallow R..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mommiesbrat95/477395/</link>
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			<title>im not a sex affender</title>
			<description>Her walk is like aknock on the door of my heartSuch a beautiful little girl.Probably not even old enough to shave her legs.Oh, she's smiling, almost as if she's teasing me.Is she?I could only hope.As I wipe my sweaty hands on my jeans, I have second thoughts.But thoughs quickly leave m..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mommiesbrat95/470386/</link>
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			<title>Lying insides</title>
			<description>I hate you.I don't want him.I do not love him.But you keep insisting.STOP looking.You are just making it worse.I don't wana believe you.I refuse to believe you.So why do you make me feel the truth?</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mommiesbrat95/449389/</link>
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			<title>What I really learned in study hall</title>
			<description>We can't even meet eyes.Weak.Two worlds apart.Anger.I don't like you, you don't like me.JealousyConnected in the slightest way,Insicure.Seaperated by fear.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mommiesbrat95/449388/</link>
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			<title>Mogle</title>
			<description>Tristan Elliot Larson</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mommiesbrat95/437698/</link>
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			<title>American Porn</title>
			<description>Just call me Pickles.I'm your personal pin up doll.A sex symbol in human form.With perfect curves and legs that go on for miles,how could you resist me?I'm a delicacy.The sweetest rose in a giant s**t hole.Just waiting to be discovered</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mommiesbrat95/418157/</link>
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			<title>ill split your wig</title>
			<description>Masterbation's a minute to longAnd you're a little to slow.Stop looking at photographs and get over that hoe.&amp;nbsp;Personality off the charts,Hands a bit to stickyWanting someone so loseis just plain icky.I mean she has..Fake tits, smelly pitsAn orange body, clothes to naughty..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mommiesbrat95/417545/</link>
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			<title>Be vibrant</title>
			<description>Life's still the same.The suns just brighterThe grass much greenerAnd my smile twice as wide.I live for myself.Trying not to regret adolesence,Because every second forces youcloser to the end of this carnival ride.So lets not waste our tickets,try the things that teriffy youStray..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mommiesbrat95/416180/</link>
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			<title>Smile Nick. :)</title>
			<description>Nicholas Greenwith locks once brown,that smile on your face is now falling down.Why must you be sadwhen no ones around?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I'll bake you a cake if it makes it any betterI'll sing you a song or write a love letterif you need warmth, ill knit you a sweaterJust please force ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mommiesbrat95/405792/</link>
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			<title>First session</title>
			<description>the doors open.secrets spilling out like a draining tub.nothing's off limits.every feeling,every thoughtevery fantasty is brought into the light.You'll get better, they saybut treatment only leaves you weakand defenseless.The bottle is near emptyand her notebook is near gone..&amp;..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mommiesbrat95/402608/</link>
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			<title>Light a Match.</title>
			<description>Her hearts broken.Her thoughts inraged.A once beautiful smile now hangs as a frown upon her cheaks of dull perfection.Memories clouding her brain.She's clinging to reality by a thread,but her reason in unworthy.She's scared.Her fingers tremble with confussion.what to do?over come..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mommiesbrat95/401016/</link>
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			<title>You Got Mail.</title>
			<description>I want to be able to cry.I envy those who are brave enough to wear thier hearts on thier sleeves.To show emotion.To say I have a problem, and everythings not okay.But instead my mind locks everything behind a deadbolt.And my heart shuts down completely of any feeling.My body goes numb, a..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mommiesbrat95/399597/</link>
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			<title>Do you see what I see?</title>
			<description>I believe my blood runs cold.That my heart is a refridgerator that will never close.I believe my appearance will disgust you.That if I look in the mirror to long it will shatter in my face.I believe I'm to big for man kind.That my stomach is Fat Albert with a tummy tuck.I believe I destr..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mommiesbrat95/358508/</link>
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			<title>Mental Orgasim</title>
			<description>It feels goodLike an orgasim running through your vainsIt sits there calling you, begging youwaiting to be exposed.&amp;nbsp;The temptations overwhelmingYou want to resistYou need to resistBut the release is magicalYou have no choice but togive in.&amp;nbsp;Once it's doneEverything..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mommiesbrat95/357552/</link>
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			<title>The End.</title>
			<description>You're tearing out my heart.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mommiesbrat95/356471/</link>
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			<title>Goodbye.</title>
			<description>I might as well be dead.Without you I don't exsist.Prohibiting me from you &amp;amp; you from meis the cruelest from of torture.My tears have been endlessAnd my thoughts unimaginableMy heart has stopped but I fearyours has just started to beat.You will move onBut I will forever be inco..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mommiesbrat95/355181/</link>
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			<title>Dear Santa,</title>
			<description>All I want for Christmasis to see him smileAll I want for Christmasis for his heart to be completeAll I want for Christmasis for him to be truely happyAll I want for ChristmasSanta is to be with him.But I don't want you to grant me that Santa,because&amp;nbsp; it will break his heart...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mommiesbrat95/355177/</link>
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			<title>Suicide</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Today I am alive.Soon I will be dead.No more pain.No more tears.No more blood.It will all go away.My heart will not beatAnd you will all suffer the consquiences.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mommiesbrat95/353815/</link>
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			<title>Sweaty Palms</title>
			<description>ehh, i couldnt sleep so i figured id write.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mommiesbrat95/348336/</link>
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			<title>One and only.</title>
			<description>Im attached to you at the heart.Were chained in shackles, with no key.There's no way out, and I never want to leave.You're the one and only personwho can make me happy just by breathing,and i dont want that to change.Without you Im incomplete andI'll never let you go.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mommiesbrat95/327263/</link>
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			<title>Forget this poem.</title>
			<description>inspired by the one guy that actualy makes me happy.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mommiesbrat95/311459/</link>
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			<title>ur love is won.</title>
			<description>this girlshe stole my heart.she wont give it back.and i dont want it.its hers.forever.i trust her with itand so much more.but my feelings are secret.my thoughts are private.if only i had the guts to tellher.then mayb she'd understandwhy i constantly want to bewith her.w..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mommiesbrat95/310536/</link>
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			<title>misory is the only thing love cant beat. [[not finished]]</title>
			<description>i wrote this during the spring of 08</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mommiesbrat95/309656/</link>
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			<title>The Girl..</title>
			<description>I'm the girl who will put her head on your shoulder, not because she's sleepy, but because she wants to be closer to you...&amp;nbsp;I'm the girl who likes to be kissed in the rain, more than inside your bedroom or in an expensive resturant...I'm the girl who says,&amp;quot;ok, but you owe me...&amp;quot; j..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mommiesbrat95/298780/</link>
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			<title>Societys Outlaw.</title>
			<description>i dont keep a journal.its always invaded.I dont express my feelings.its&amp;nbsp;way overrated.I dont care for bullshit.its to misstated.I dont live for love.its&amp;nbsp;always&amp;nbsp;anticapated.I dont care for normal.its to partiscapated.&amp;nbsp;i dont for the matter that i am not like ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mommiesbrat95/296711/</link>
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			<title>For Nina. :)</title>
			<description>Nina you are my soul.I've known you for the shortestamount of time and yet im completelyand utterly in love with you.&amp;nbsp;I am nearly always happy around youYou make me laugh without even tryingand you come up with the randomestvideo ideas.&amp;nbsp;If you died todayI would not br..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mommiesbrat95/296263/</link>
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			<title>The Used.</title>
			<description>I listen to your mistakesbut you never have time for mine.&amp;nbsp;I make your problems disappearyet mine are still an issue.&amp;nbsp;I try and explain myselfbut you always drag yourself in it.&amp;nbsp;Again I solve your problemsand you ignore mine.&amp;nbsp;I can tell your using mebut ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mommiesbrat95/295203/</link>
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			<title>I Never.</title>
			<description>You fucked up my life the day we met.I never wanted to like you.I never planned on trusting you.I never seen myself with you.I never&amp;nbsp;imagined&amp;nbsp;falling for you.I never thought id love you.I never&amp;nbsp;saw her comming.I never became so misserable.I never&amp;nbsp;dreamed of the ou..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mommiesbrat95/294907/</link>
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			<description>Life is one big misunderstood thought.Society tells us when were young, that the world is a happyand joyful place.But the mediea teaches us about&amp;nbsp;gun violence, bombings, suicide and murder.All this confusses a teenage girl.She starts to think about killing herself and others, if the b..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mommiesbrat95/293875/</link>
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			<title>T-Park Remix.</title>
			<description>its a rap song me n my best friend wrote.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mommiesbrat95/293856/</link>
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			<title>forbidden love</title>
			<description>He takes my breath awaywith compliment he gives.I become speachlessby the sound of his voice.&amp;nbsp;He likes me but i live for him.Its known as forbben lovesince we may never meetwe may never kiss.For his sister is my best friendand i remain loyal to our friendship.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mommiesbrat95/293725/</link>
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			<title>happiness</title>
			<description>and it rained blood. Her pain pouring down on the streets. She finally found her happiness thanks to a mere bloody razor.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mommiesbrat95/291420/</link>
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			<title>sorry</title>
			<description>She's dead. Appoliges are out of the question. Forgiveness will never be given. The blood that was spilt could have been stoppd if one person..showed they realy cared.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mommiesbrat95/290389/</link>
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