<?xml version="1.0" encoding="ISO-8859-1"?>
<rss version="2.0">
	<channel>
		<title>words_of_rain | WritersCafe.org</title>
		<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/words_of_rain</link>
		<description>The original writings of author words_of_rain</description>
		<language>en-us</language>
		<copyright>Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org</copyright>
		<lastBuildDate>1775969736</lastBuildDate>
		<generator>WritersCafe.org RSS Generator</generator>
		<ttl>15</ttl>
		<item>
			<title>nothing important</title>
			<description>I'm in this body that's rotting away with lifeless green decaying skin.&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp;take a blade and cut words into it, words that have hurt me more than once.&amp;nbsp; I wish I&amp;nbsp;never remembered&amp;nbsp; but instead I'm carving them onto me.&amp;nbsp;Everyone irks me, with their happy&amp;nbsp;faces and ann..</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/words_of_rain/485507/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>The last high</title>
			<description>Might sound confusing but each line has a meaning, it describes a precise manic (un-medicated) episode I had last summer...which does leave one in a somewhat perplexed state of mind, hence I do wish for the chaotic, disorderly atmosphere to transpire</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/words_of_rain/482412/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>The beast of depression</title>
			<description>This is an excerpt from something I wrote last summer when I was extremely depressed (and unmedicated).  I don't feel like this anymore, because I refused to become a bipolar slave.</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/words_of_rain/481312/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>The pains of creativity</title>
			<description>Today I feel like I am nothing.&amp;nbsp; Invisible to the world I&amp;nbsp;am, and completely deprived of any talent.&amp;nbsp; And once again, I&amp;nbsp;am all alone.&amp;nbsp; How is it possible to have people in one's life yet feel alone?&amp;nbsp; Why would one have the need to be creative if they can't produce anyth..</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/words_of_rain/481259/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Some birds never fly.</title>
			<description>feelings, hate, love, pain</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/words_of_rain/480659/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>My Question to You.</title>
			<description>wonder</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/words_of_rain/480658/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Slow Life*</title>
			<description>pain, wonder</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/words_of_rain/480657/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>You're the only one I feel</title>
			<description>feelings, love, memories, journal</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/words_of_rain/480656/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>New York</title>
			<description>love, memories</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/words_of_rain/480654/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>On Thursday, November 19.</title>
			<description>emotions, feelings, love, memories</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/words_of_rain/480653/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Words</title>
			<description>memories</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/words_of_rain/480652/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>My Lord Byron</title>
			<description>random thoughts</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/words_of_rain/480651/</link>
		</item>
	</channel>
</rss>