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			<title>if [What would you do?]</title>
			<description>If I wrote you a letter,Would you read it?If you saw me nowWould you know me; would you still need meWould you say hello...would you walk right past me;Ignore the woes in my walk...If I wrote you a poem, even if it didn't rhyme,Would you read it;Would you accept the prose in my s..</description>
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			<title>Where have you been?</title>
			<description>Where have you been?All this time...Seeking, praying, wonderingWhere have you beenAll this time?I have this empty space in my soul; in my spirit--it is empty...WhereHaveYouBeenI've been needing you,Aching for youFeeling this pressure around the beat of my heart, andDeep in ..</description>
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			<title>Then I'll do that</title>
			<description>If, By my love, It is you I honor&amp;#2013266048;&quot;Then here I stand ...to guard your heart With my honor. If by being faithful, My love is shown loyal Then I am faithful&amp;#2013266048;&quot;everyday&amp;#2013266048;&quot;I am being that. If by holding your hand, you feel my love as we walk do..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/davispen/1293649/</link>
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			<title>Be perfect</title>
			<description>I'm no where near perfection,&amp;nbsp;I'm not afraid to admit that.&amp;nbsp;I make mistakes nearly every day...I am still becoming.&amp;nbsp;I am still a student of life; I will be until the day I die...Things which are not me are still being plucked awaymy God is still adding some finishing touches--my soul ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/davispen/1277621/</link>
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			<title>Past Midnight</title>
			<description>Just 'round midnight,...when thoughts surfaceand pains are mirrored,&amp;nbsp;Sins are disgraced...grimaces float a shameful tasteJust after the midnight hour-what's one more hour to wasteDoubts wished awayTissue's an arms length awayA prayer for a better day&amp;nbsp;if only in insomnias dreamAfter all it'..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/davispen/1277198/</link>
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			<title>Lovers</title>
			<description>A lovers touchA genuine inhale of lovers subtle blissA passionate kiss; Greet him,Greet her...Touch his soulMend her heartRun your fingertips over the groove of his spirit, Take a firm grip in her rhythmLet her know; Let him feelYou are there,We are you;You are us. WeAr..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/davispen/1233557/</link>
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			<title>Stunted</title>
			<description>Sipping on waterBut I need somethin' stronger--Something to take my heavy blues away; Make 'em float away as I sit on the dock of the bay;Times' wasting awayAs I wonder what could be better and why it's just getting worseWhen will the pain end ...I'm stuck in oblivionI feel like life..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/davispen/1177441/</link>
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			<title>Something|Deeper</title>
			<description>Something sensual,&amp;nbsp;Something softLay your head....on this pillowTell me something sexy;&amp;nbsp;Tell me something nasty...Imagine this;&amp;nbsp;Imagine that..Take this blindfold-you know what to doTake a look at it-you know what to do with it..All those words you said;All th..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/davispen/1173104/</link>
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			<title>I love hard too</title>
			<description>I don't wantto beYour average male loverJust that guyWhoKnocked at your doorWith some lame line&quot;Girl did it hurt? When you fell from heaven?&quot;See my story is a little different,Where I came from is a little differentSee I've cried like youI've hurt like youI've felt ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/davispen/1171047/</link>
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			<description>Yes,The world keeps turning...But would you believe my minds' turning faster   My mind&amp;#2013266048;&quot;it's nauseated...An upheaval of thoughts;A whirlwind; a whirlpoolIt's spinning...way off its axisI'm falling;  I'm loosing...controlI'm beginning to wonder if I was truly 'born t..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/davispen/1171040/</link>
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			<title>release|rebirth</title>
			<description>My soul longs for the penMy heart feels teary and quite weary..But really I'm all cried outI really want releaseRelease from these fears; release from the pastRelease from the unknown.. Fill in the blanks..leave me uncharted; unmarked [forever remarkable..]Don't bother to check eit..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/davispen/1166132/</link>
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			<title>Allow me....</title>
			<description>You look at me&amp;hellip;and IMelt insideYour eyes pierce deeper than soulYou bring out this part in me that's been hidden for quite some timeA little boy,A King,A poet..If I could pick all the roses,Pure and whitePetals to lay at your feet...All the pleasure would be mine..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/davispen/1132638/</link>
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			<title>suited up|&amp;hellip;</title>
			<description>Sit downI don't really wish to rush youI really do honestly wish to... Let me start again, I've had a long dayAnd this is just the way;A man's way,To feel&amp;hellip;&amp;hellip;I really just,Want to misbehave.All day I've been suited upDouble knot tied upLaced up,Buckled up..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/davispen/1132625/</link>
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			<title>You can call me [Sir Shean-Elijah]</title>
			<description>For my transgender guys.. when dealing with tg issues or dysphoria</description>
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