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			<title>&quot;8th of February&quot;</title>
			<description>&quot;8th of February&quot;It's been a little over a year already,Since the last time I've written anything worth while.You've kept my heart ever so steady,Throughout this everlasting mile,That we've walked together.Now we're here again,In this isolating,wintery weather,And h..</description>
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			<title>&quot;The Speed of Darkness&quot;</title>
			<description>&quot;The Speed of Darkness&quot;As I sit in the corner of my prison,Wallowing and mourning,My eyes dart around the environment.The shadows are crawling up and down the walls,Along the floor and ceiling.There's no escape from the invasion.It's happening all too fast,Whether I'm looking away or not.It's all th..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zoe-Anne/1353950/</link>
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			<title>&quot;To My Valentine&quot;</title>
			<description>&quot;To My Valentine:&quot;I wish I could gamble some time,In order to win some more,So then I could spend it all with you.I would give up all of my useless and once cherished memories,So that we could make more of our own.I would take everything in my past that I once painted black,And paint it any other co..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zoe-Anne/1317617/</link>
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			<title>&quot;Alzheimer's Plight&quot;</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;Alzheimer&amp;rsquo;s Plight&amp;rdquo;The misty cavities invade andreap the mind.It shows no mercy.As all cherished memories;The joy that you had once felt:Like that time you went to acarnival with your friends,Or that magical night at SeniorProm,Or your wedding day..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zoe-Anne/1299346/</link>
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			<title>&quot;Depressed B***h&quot;</title>
			<description>&quot;Depressed B***h&quot;I&amp;rsquo;m just a depressed b***h, baby.I&amp;rsquo;m sorry that you have to listen to my drunken rants.I&amp;rsquo;m sorry if they disturb you,But you&amp;rsquo;re not alone,'Cause they disturb me too.I&amp;rsquo;m just one s****y facade.I know right?I couldn&amp;rsquo;t be anymore cliche..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zoe-Anne/1264961/</link>
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			<title>&quot;Mindless Piece of Flesh&quot;</title>
			<description>&quot;Mindless Piece of Flesh&quot;I'm up to a point in my life,Where nothing can make me happierThan a pile of gold.Might as well slice and dice me up,So I can bleed some heavy rubies.Thanks to these silver daggers.Now give me some shots,That I can down,And then I can drown myself,In my confusing frustration..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zoe-Anne/1261879/</link>
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			<title>&quot;Death Is My Drug&quot;</title>
			<description>&quot;Death Is My Drug&quot;I inhale pollutants of memories and bad dreams.I drink my metallic-tasting tears.I ingest a pill of acidic strife.But you&amp;hellip;You are my breath of fresh air,Picking me up as far as you can try.Even though I&amp;rsquo;m just floating up there,You attempt to keep me,Fr..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zoe-Anne/1259819/</link>
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			<title>&quot;Mean Girl&quot;</title>
			<description>&quot;Mean Girl&quot;I&amp;rsquo;m this.I&amp;rsquo;m that.No one really cares.No - not until I do something very grave,That leaks innocent blood,And I&amp;rsquo;m bathing in it like a cannibalistic swine.Everyone hunts me down,With rusted pitchforks,And blazing torches.They wouldn&amp;rsquo;t even give m..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zoe-Anne/1259815/</link>
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			<title>&quot;My Uplifting Descent&quot;</title>
			<description>&quot;My Uplifting Descent&quot;You don't know how many times I've been at the very edge,Oh, you don't wanna know.But now I see myself falling over and over,With no end (Everything is thrown in my face constantly).I can't help but hope that you'll come along and grab my hand,But we all know that'll ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zoe-Anne/1259792/</link>
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			<title>&quot;Here Comes FDR&quot;</title>
			<description>	&quot;Here Comes FDR&quot;	&amp;nbsp;	Here he comes in his car,	He's here to tell you about the three R's.	He's here to relieve, recover, and to reform,	Oh, he's gonna give Congress a huge storm.	He's here to give you a new deal:	It's something that you wouldn't want to repeal.	..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zoe-Anne/1105389/</link>
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			<title>&quot;Holden On&quot;</title>
			<description>	&quot;Holden On&quot;	&amp;nbsp;	I got here like a lost follower:	Confused, depressed, and flashing back into the past.	Good times have disappeared across the street from me.	The only place where times stands still is not:	My room,	My apartment,	My school,	Nor my insides...</description>
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			<title>&quot;Serial Depression&quot;</title>
			<description>&quot;Serial Depression&quot;Sometimes I feel like nothing but a washed up hunk of meat.Somewhat appealing to the eye, but nothing too great.I'm too generic for all of those artists.I'll never amount to anything whether I be a Rembrandt or a Warhol.I'll never be a Barbie that every girl wants to be.I'll be no..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zoe-Anne/1052319/</link>
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			<title>&quot;Hallway of Torture&quot;</title>
			<description>&quot;Hallway of Torture&quot;It&amp;rsquo;s like a gallery,Millions have walked through it before,Each have contributed to it,Made a donation to its madness.Cuts to scars, gouges to stitches;Whether they&amp;rsquo;re on the brain, heart, or leg,They exist leaving behind a mark of a tragic history.I almost know this ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zoe-Anne/1052275/</link>
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			<title>&quot;Caricature of the Crusty Loner&quot;</title>
			<description>&quot;Caricature of the Crusty Loner&quot;His face might be wrinkled, molded, and blackened by his past.His hands might be gnarled by his urge to cling onto his lifespan.His feet might be broken and crippling by the years he&amp;rsquo;s had to walk, run, and wade through.His heart might be slower and out of..</description>
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			<title>&quot;Fearful Friday&quot;</title>
			<description>                                                        &amp;ldquo;Fearful Friday&amp;rdquo;&amp;nbsp;I'm sorry my dear,For it's my time to go.Yes, 'tis a sad end I fear,But causing you pain does me in so.&amp;nbsp;I'll be glad to leave you behind,Please don't bleed any tears for me.My grave..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zoe-Anne/1008074/</link>
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			<title>&quot;Get Out of My House&quot;</title>
			<description>                                                        &quot;Get Out of My House&quot;Get out of my mind,You're not my kind.Get out of my room,Before I shove you out with my broom.Get out of my house,You're not my spouse.Get off of my property,You don't function properly.Get out of ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zoe-Anne/970053/</link>
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			<title>&quot;Running Down The Runway&quot;</title>
			<description>                                                        &amp;ldquo;Running Down the Runway&amp;rdquo;&amp;nbsp;I&amp;rsquo;m running around,I fall to the ground.I get back up,And climb the steps.I stumble onto the stage,Everyone&amp;rsquo;s cheering me on like I&amp;rsquo;m all the rage.They have bloo..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zoe-Anne/936980/</link>
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			<title>&quot;I Need You&quot;</title>
			<description>                                                        &amp;ldquo;I Need You&amp;rdquo;&amp;nbsp;When you walk away,I run to you.&amp;nbsp;I don&amp;rsquo;t want to let you go,&amp;nbsp;I want you to stay.&amp;nbsp;When you hide,I find you.&amp;nbsp;I don&amp;rsquo;t want to let you go,I want you to stay..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zoe-Anne/936964/</link>
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			<title>&quot;Birds On a Wire&quot;</title>
			<description>                                                        &amp;ldquo;Birds On a Wire&amp;rdquo;&amp;nbsp;We&amp;rsquo;re sitting here,The sky looks somewhat clear.This isn&amp;rsquo;t a comfortable seat,But I&amp;rsquo;m too beat.We were left alone,Then the sun came out and shone.We are happy together,..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zoe-Anne/935818/</link>
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			<title>&quot;Stolen Throne&quot;</title>
			<description>                                                        &quot;Stolen Throne&amp;rdquo;&amp;nbsp;I was the heir of a kingdom,But then I was condemned.My crown was stolen,My heart has fallen.Tears have forever leaked from my eyes,For I cannot stand all the pain and all the cries.What have I d..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zoe-Anne/935813/</link>
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			<title>&quot;Mirror, Mirror On the Wall&quot;</title>
			<description>                                                        &amp;ldquo;Mirror, Mirror On the Wall&amp;rdquo;&amp;nbsp;Mirror, mirror on the wall,Who&amp;rsquo;s the fairest of them all?He is one with eyes overflowing with honesty,And his lips covered in modesty.Mirror, mirror on the wall,Who&amp;rsquo;s..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zoe-Anne/926500/</link>
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			<title>&quot;Prima Donna Wannabe&quot;</title>
			<description>                                                        &amp;ldquo;Prima Donna Wannabe&amp;rdquo;&amp;nbsp;I&amp;rsquo;m going to let my hair unfurl,&amp;lsquo;Cause he needs to know that I&amp;rsquo;m a Material Girl.I love diamonds and champagne,The high heels and all the petty pains.I love tasting fine..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zoe-Anne/908859/</link>
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			<title>&quot;Look at Them&quot;</title>
			<description>                                                        &amp;ldquo;Look at Them&amp;rdquo;&amp;nbsp;Look at all the people,They all want to see us on the steeple.Look at all the figurines,They all want us on the guillotine.Look at all the pigs,They all want to break us like a pair of twigs...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zoe-Anne/897182/</link>
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			<title>&quot;Taking Off The Costume&quot;</title>
			<description>                                                        &amp;ldquo;Taking Off The Costume&amp;rdquo;&amp;nbsp;When I wear this costume,It&amp;rsquo;s like another layer of perfume.It covers up the first scent,And its original intent.I felt so constricted,All of my happiness was restricted.But ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zoe-Anne/827426/</link>
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			<title>&quot;Crashed&quot;</title>
			<description>                                                        &amp;ldquo;Crashed&amp;rdquo;&amp;nbsp;I can&amp;rsquo;t see all of these lies,With pieces of glass stuck in my eyes.The flash of the headlights blind me,Not only can I not see,But everyone is judging my vision,Which has led me to this coll..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zoe-Anne/827353/</link>
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			<title>&quot;Revival&quot;</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;Revival&amp;rdquo;&amp;nbsp;I have nothing to fear anymore,For you&amp;rsquo;re the only person that I adore.Everything is looking so bright,Especially the stars at night.My life has turned right around,And all the euphoric chords sound.My synthetic heart is starting to crack,But the fl..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zoe-Anne/817625/</link>
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			<title>&quot;My Doubtful Self&quot;</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;My Doubtful Self&amp;rdquo;&amp;nbsp;I want to walk in the purple rain,To get rid of all this pain.It&amp;rsquo;s a shame,But I guess there&amp;rsquo;s no one to blame.When the moon has waned,I feel drained.It&amp;rsquo;s like real horror show.I don&amp;rsquo;t know if I&amp;rsquo;ll be here tomorrow...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zoe-Anne/817529/</link>
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			<title>&quot;My Haunted Mansion&quot;</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;My Haunted Mansion&amp;rdquo;&amp;nbsp;Come inside,And see Dr. Jekyll turn into Mr. Hyde.Close your eyes if you must,For your love of horror is only pure lust.Go on if you dare,For the mischievous shadows are everywhere.Blood drips down from the drapes,Like the juice from the crushe..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zoe-Anne/811819/</link>
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			<title>&quot;The Survival Parade&quot;</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;The Survival Parade&amp;rdquo;&amp;nbsp;Look alive,Look alive.Watch out take a dive,We must strive.The velocity of life is too much for us to handle,This super nova started from a candle.We&amp;rsquo;re living in the danger days,We&amp;rsquo;ll take any job as long as it pays.Our hearts a..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zoe-Anne/811360/</link>
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			<title>&quot;Cannibalistic Cow&quot;</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;Cannibalistic Cow&amp;rdquo;&amp;nbsp;You kill for your projection,And pay money for your injection.You use such a false image,Which leads everyone into this scrimmage.I cannot stand to see you sacrifice others for your own pleasure,But all it is to you is just another fissure.You don..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zoe-Anne/811356/</link>
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			<title>&quot;Experimental Rats&quot;</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;Experimental Rats&amp;rdquo;&amp;nbsp;I am nobody,I want to be somebody.I have no reflection,I want to be the salvation.My grave is empty,But that shouldn&amp;rsquo;t have kept me,From doing everything that I wanted to do,But they keep feeding me this nasty food.I&amp;rsquo;m being tested..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zoe-Anne/809051/</link>
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			<title>&quot;Rendezvous&quot;</title>
			<description>                                                        &amp;ldquo;Rendezvous&amp;rdquo;&amp;nbsp;White roses are painted in red,You try to revive me from the dead.You saw my reflection in the mirror,And decided that I wasn&amp;rsquo;t much of a terror.I&amp;rsquo;ll try to meet you upstairs,But I&amp;r..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zoe-Anne/807961/</link>
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			<title>&quot;Cigarettes and Coffee&quot;</title>
			<description>                                                        &amp;ldquo;Cigarettes and Coffee&amp;rdquo;&amp;nbsp;Deadly smoke rises in the nightly morning sky,Overly-caffeinated coffee is stained with ashes.Shall we start uncovering the lies?Let our minds go back in time through flashes.&amp;nbsp;Th..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zoe-Anne/807955/</link>
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			<title>&quot;A Tragic Fairy Tale&quot;</title>
			<description>                                                        &amp;ldquo;A Tragic Fairy Tale&amp;rdquo;&amp;nbsp;By Zoe Anne&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The rays of the sun fell upon two hearts, in two distant lands; those will both meet tragic means. One fair woman, wi..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zoe-Anne/804559/</link>
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			<title>&quot;The Slope of Hope&quot;</title>
			<description>                                                        &amp;ldquo;The Slope of Hope&amp;rdquo;&amp;nbsp;My eyes are burning,My head is hurting,Why is everything turning,When everyone is learning?I can&amp;rsquo;t stand it,I think a fire has been lit,And my brain has taken a hit.Why is every..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zoe-Anne/804552/</link>
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			<title>&quot;Bureaucracy&quot;</title>
			<description>                                        &amp;ldquo;Bureaucracy&amp;rdquo;&amp;nbsp;Peace, love, and flowers,That&amp;rsquo;s all I wanted on top of this tower.But no, you wanted all of the power,And all of the people in front of you to cower.Why, oh why, oh why,Do you want the whole world to die?..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zoe-Anne/801879/</link>
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			<title>&quot;R.I.P. (Trying To Go To Bed)&quot;</title>
			<description>                                        &amp;ldquo;R.I.P. (Trying to Go to Bed)&amp;rdquo;&amp;nbsp;There are creepy crawlers in my brain,I don&amp;rsquo;t want to go through this pain,Not now, or ever again&amp;hellip;I just want to make amends.Nightmares haunt my dreams;Everything isn&amp;rsquo;t always..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zoe-Anne/801867/</link>
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			<title>&quot;Mausoleum of Misfits&quot;</title>
			<description>                                        &amp;ldquo;Mausoleum of Misfits&amp;rdquo;&amp;nbsp;I am among all the misfits,All up to our nasty tricks.We stick razor blades in apples,And tell nasty old fables.During chemistry we blow up things,And listen to the metal and its clings.We clash stuff..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zoe-Anne/792124/</link>
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			<title>&quot;Glamour &amp; Disco&quot;</title>
			<description>                                        &quot;Glamour &amp;amp; Disco&amp;rdquo; I only drink perfume,There&amp;rsquo;s only so much that I consume.You said that I was your mermaid,But that&amp;rsquo;s starting to fade.I wish I could wipe my lipstick all over your face,But you couldn&amp;rsquo;t stay in one ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zoe-Anne/790699/</link>
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			<title>&quot;My Disco Life&quot;</title>
			<description>                                        &amp;ldquo;My Disco Life&amp;rdquo;&amp;nbsp;My head hurts like a warehouse,It&amp;rsquo;s the size of a mouse.I have to fit a sixteen wheeler inside,But there&amp;rsquo;s not enough room even outside.There&amp;rsquo;s just no room to spare,Not even a place to sit i..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zoe-Anne/790693/</link>
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			<title>&quot;Glamorous Pep Rally&quot;</title>
			<description>                                        &amp;ldquo;Glamorous Pep Rally&amp;rdquo;&amp;nbsp;Because of you I&amp;rsquo;m headed for the guillotine,Fill this heart up with some gasoline.Let&amp;rsquo;s all explode,I&amp;rsquo;m in danger mode.Drugs and booze,You&amp;rsquo;ll lose,If you use them,And abuse t..</description>
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			<title>&quot;Lady In The Moonlight&quot;</title>
			<description>                                        &amp;ldquo;Lady in the Moonlight&amp;rdquo;&amp;nbsp;When a lady cries,She ponders of her worst fears.Her man-made eyes,Bleed silver tears.She walks through the moonlight,And spots a monster on the beaten path.She screams not with fright,But with ext..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zoe-Anne/788108/</link>
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			<title>&quot;Bummer Summer&quot;</title>
			<description>                                        &amp;ldquo;Bummer Summer&amp;rdquo; My summer is so boring that I&amp;rsquo;m riding up and down my dead end street,And I want to poke my eyes out with a pair of cleats!I want to get out of this town,&amp;lsquo;Cause it&amp;rsquo;s full of crazy clowns!People tell m..</description>
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			<title>&quot;If&quot;</title>
			<description>                                        &amp;ldquo;If&amp;rdquo;&amp;nbsp;If you can&amp;rsquo;t handle The Fame,Don&amp;rsquo;t call my name.If you can&amp;rsquo;t handle the changing skies,Don&amp;rsquo;t say that you&amp;rsquo;re my guy.If you won&amp;rsquo;t let me pose,Don&amp;rsquo;t give me a rose.If you won&amp;rsq..</description>
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			<title>&quot;Unborn Angel&quot;</title>
			<description>                                        &amp;ldquo;Unborn Angel&amp;rdquo;&amp;nbsp;I wish I had a gun,So I could point it at your deathly fun.I wish I could&amp;rsquo;ve shot it right out of your hands,But I didn&amp;rsquo;t even exist yet to make any plans.I wish I could&amp;rsquo;ve removed the blinds fr..</description>
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			<title>&quot;I'm Going to Watch You Fall&quot;</title>
			<description>                                        &amp;ldquo;I&amp;rsquo;m Going to Watch You Fall&amp;rdquo;&amp;nbsp;What goes up must come down,A smile turning into a frown.You feel so high,Flying in the sky.You think you&amp;rsquo;re a dove,When you&amp;rsquo;re just a toad in disguise, my love.Well, I&amp;rsquo;..</description>
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			<title>&quot;Runner&quot;</title>
			<description>                                        &amp;ldquo;Runner&amp;rdquo;&amp;nbsp;I just want to run,Run away and into the red sun.I want to escape,Escape into the scenic landscape.I want to disappear into the night,And forget about my awful plight.I will become a runner,Instead of a gunner...</description>
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			<title>&quot;Deadly Migraines&quot;</title>
			<description>                                        &amp;ldquo;Deadly Migraines&amp;rdquo;&amp;nbsp;Violence and gin,It&amp;rsquo;s an original sin.A little cheese and wine,It&amp;rsquo;s not always divine.Especially when the mind is still growing,And when the green grass needs mowing.I get so many migraines,..</description>
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			<title>&quot;Self-Murder&quot;</title>
			<description>                                        &amp;ldquo;Self-Murder&amp;rdquo;&amp;nbsp;Sometimes I wish that I could just cut myself,And let all the blood bleed from my heart.Sometimes I wish I had claws,And then I could tear my self-being apart.&amp;nbsp;I could end my life,Memories of strife,And..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zoe-Anne/782816/</link>
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			<title>&quot;Graveyard of Hands&quot;</title>
			<description>                                        &quot;Graveyard of Hands&quot;&amp;nbsp;I'm sitting in a tree,Feeling free.Until...I can feel the thrill&amp;hellip;I can hear the ground break,And the decaying earth quake.Suddenly a spotlight shines upon me,Then I realized I was in a cage made for monkey..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zoe-Anne/782815/</link>
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