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		<description>The original writings of author Weasley</description>
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			<title>The Letter You'll Probably Never Read</title>
			<description>What better place to put this than a website that seems to be used by very few people?</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xDemonxOfxDeathx/2116890/</link>
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			<title>Comparison</title>
			<description>When I walked into the apartmentIt smelled of the first timeWhen I had no idea where my life was goingWhen I had no warning of all the changeOf youOf whispered words and stories woven togetherOf skin and lips and tongues and loveIt threw me back to nervesTo a party where I rang in the new yearA year..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xDemonxOfxDeathx/2104180/</link>
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			<title>Punishment</title>
			<description>REviewed some old messages with an old friend and a particular one stuck out to me</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xDemonxOfxDeathx/2098874/</link>
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			<title>Stop</title>
			<description>Just working through some stuff don't mind me</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xDemonxOfxDeathx/2011705/</link>
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			<title>First (Last)</title>
			<description>Let's not talk about this one</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xDemonxOfxDeathx/2008784/</link>
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			<title>Confused</title>
			<description>I have never been more confusedOr terrifiedI have never been more anxiousOr stressedThis new part of my life justSuddenly appearedAnd now I don't know howTo copeWith all these emotions just hereSpinning aroundMy heart is being completely splitIn twoI had always been so sureOf myselfBut now I think I..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xDemonxOfxDeathx/1751741/</link>
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			<title>Ana</title>
			<description>F**k</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xDemonxOfxDeathx/1731262/</link>
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			<title>My Depression Is</title>
			<description>Waiting for 10 pm so I can go to bed without people staringNot eating for what feels like weeksConstant nausea because of the sadness sitting heavy in my coreChecking and rechecking FacebookTumblrSnapchatEmailThis appThat appTo see if something successfully distracts meSlapping on a smile that fools..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xDemonxOfxDeathx/1721701/</link>
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			<title>Someone In Pain</title>
			<description>I saw a person todayWho was obviously in painSunken in cheeksHuge bag under their eyesWhich were horribly bloodshotPale pasty and dry skinChapped bleeding lipsBrittle tangled hair yanked into a bunTheir eyes looked vacantLike every breath of life had goneWho knows what they were doingIn a crowded ma..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xDemonxOfxDeathx/1720272/</link>
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			<title>Read Between the Lines</title>
			<description>Well isn't this just dandyThe choice between futureAnd right this secondTo drop the weightIn the most extreme wayI promise I can say it out loudAnorexiaOr to pick that bundle of joyEveryone knows this diseaseCould kill that chance foreverMaybe it won't or maybe it willAm I willing to take that chanc..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xDemonxOfxDeathx/1502928/</link>
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			<title>It Helps Me Breathe</title>
			<description>What can I sayAbout my addictionOther than it seems to workThe little cutsAllow me to seeSomething I consider beautifulMy pale skinLined with little red designsIs something amazingAnd gorgeous to beholdThe only timeIt truly hurtsIs when I see her faceShe hates the way they lookNo matter how beautifu..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xDemonxOfxDeathx/1472448/</link>
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			<title>Fear and Love</title>
			<description>I'm scared for what might happenYou came back and that's perfectionI'm so happy that you said yesGod you looked so gorgeous in that dressSoon you'll be in the room next doorAnd that spreads joy straight to my coreI am so happy to help you, my loveThis relationship fits me like a gloveIt was so easy ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xDemonxOfxDeathx/1365457/</link>
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			<title>Let Me...</title>
			<description>Alright lets do this</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xDemonxOfxDeathx/1360810/</link>
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			<title>The Things I Live For</title>
			<description>Ugh why</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xDemonxOfxDeathx/1341151/</link>
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			<title>Crying</title>
			<description>F**k</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xDemonxOfxDeathx/1286283/</link>
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			<title>Soon I'll Be Able to Love you</title>
			<description>First poem for everybody haha</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xDemonxOfxDeathx/1234636/</link>
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			<title>Hanging On by a Thread</title>
			<description>So... Yeah</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xDemonxOfxDeathx/1231156/</link>
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			<title>Dumped</title>
			<description>UGH</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xDemonxOfxDeathx/1219810/</link>
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			<title>Without Her</title>
			<description>OH MY GOD EVERYTHING I EVER WRITE EVER IS JUST GOING TO BE MATURE BECAUSE I SWEAR A LOT!!! F**K F**K F**K F**K F**K!!! See?</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xDemonxOfxDeathx/1213382/</link>
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			<title>I Want the Silence</title>
			<description>I'm living, quietly bleeding
I'm bleeding, quietly living</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xDemonxOfxDeathx/1158922/</link>
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			<title>I Wish I Knew What To Say</title>
			<description>Don't leave me alone...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xDemonxOfxDeathx/1158581/</link>
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			<title>Help Me Forget</title>
			<description>I can't breatheThe crying and the screamingThe images of people holding themHolding an unresponsive formI can't thinkFlashbacks of throwing upThe panic rising in my chestThe wild eyes of my panicking motherI can't seeThe images of a panicking childHe's screaming for his mamaHe needs help and they ju..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xDemonxOfxDeathx/1140311/</link>
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			<title>Your Body</title>
			<description>My girlfriend and I are prey to the evil being that is self-conciousness. We all feel like poop sometimes so for once in my life i am focusing on physical stuff and not personality.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xDemonxOfxDeathx/1140288/</link>
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			<title>Alone and Forgotten</title>
			<description>god d****t this is going to suck...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xDemonxOfxDeathx/1129380/</link>
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			<title>Addiction</title>
			<description>F**k.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xDemonxOfxDeathx/1126230/</link>
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			<title>Hiding Behind Fine</title>
			<description>f**k everything</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xDemonxOfxDeathx/1123004/</link>
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			<title>Beating</title>
			<description>This is a true story</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xDemonxOfxDeathx/1115892/</link>
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			<title>Equality</title>
			<description>I kinda burst this out</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xDemonxOfxDeathx/1115885/</link>
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			<title>Murphy</title>
			<description>My old boyfriend (of four days haha). This is the day I remember perfectly.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xDemonxOfxDeathx/1115883/</link>
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			<title>I Love You</title>
			<description>:)</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xDemonxOfxDeathx/1115102/</link>
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			<title>I Adore You</title>
			<description>For my gorgeous gf</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xDemonxOfxDeathx/1108698/</link>
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			<title>Are You Kidding?</title>
			<description>I just had the best night of my life and she comes scuttling back into my life. Really? F**K!</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xDemonxOfxDeathx/1093767/</link>
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			<title>Hello</title>
			<description>I had to write a sonnet for the first time. I'm pretty sure it sucks</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xDemonxOfxDeathx/1091517/</link>
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			<title>Alone</title>
			<description>Yep</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xDemonxOfxDeathx/1064436/</link>
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			<title>Photographer</title>
			<description>My AP English course read Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close over the summer. We had to write a story from the perspective of someone involved in 9/11. I chose a jumper. Comments are appreciated.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xDemonxOfxDeathx/1039648/</link>
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			<title>Just a Kiss</title>
			<description>Our first one</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xDemonxOfxDeathx/1010980/</link>
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			<title>Love and Lust</title>
			<description>I hate being single. It sucks major monkey balls.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xDemonxOfxDeathx/994542/</link>
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			<title>F**k This and Goodbye</title>
			<description>Seriously?You expect me to ignore the courtNo f*****g wayI can't take any more troubleI might have driven awayOne of my best friendsFuck thisWe are on a break until I'm legalI can't stand thisAll the lies and deceptionIt is killing meYou do realize I'm ready to dieYet againI don't want to dieI don't..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xDemonxOfxDeathx/981785/</link>
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			<title>... And Cried</title>
			<description>Yup</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xDemonxOfxDeathx/976988/</link>
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			<title>Hey you</title>
			<description>You should know by now that my poems are a bunch of crap</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xDemonxOfxDeathx/976987/</link>
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			<title>Hey Pretty Girl</title>
			<description>yup. it sucks. get over it.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xDemonxOfxDeathx/976984/</link>
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			<title>I'm Not Sure</title>
			<description>I saw something... And now I don't know how to feel like this... Or how to control it. Hopefully a poem will allow me to work it out out loud instead of in my head</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xDemonxOfxDeathx/953203/</link>
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			<title>Sexuality</title>
			<description>I hate the worldI hate itBeing ridiculed and insultedFor kissing another girlHave you every looked at a girl?We're perfect, delicateI'm surprised we're not all biWe're the multi-taskers of this societyAnd it's the bestI miss being a kidI miss be ignorant and not really caringNot giving a shitAbout a..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xDemonxOfxDeathx/939947/</link>
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			<title>My Heart</title>
			<description>The Pieces of the Puzzle</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xDemonxOfxDeathx/933832/</link>
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			<title>Help Me</title>
			<description>This is my point of heart break</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xDemonxOfxDeathx/933721/</link>
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			<title>My Poem</title>
			<description>My response to her's. It might be a little longer than her's.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xDemonxOfxDeathx/863815/</link>
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			<title>My Hate</title>
			<description>This is meant to be a cute little poem to a person I really don't like. It's supposed to be funny but have an underlining truth. Enjoy.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xDemonxOfxDeathx/861411/</link>
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			<title>Ruining Myself</title>
			<description>Where I am in my life right now in one little poem. It sucks but I'm getting over my writers block so whatever.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xDemonxOfxDeathx/860945/</link>
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			<title>I'm sorry</title>
			<description>I love you with all my heartI really, truly doBut they're breaking us apartThat's more than I can chewWhy did they have to find outAnd say it was a sin?Trust me, with a love like thisIt's hard not to give inWe got to kiss in the rainAnother thing to check offNow I have to fear for my lifeIf I so muc..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xDemonxOfxDeathx/768727/</link>
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			<title>Not Going To Hide</title>
			<description>Everything in quotations are things people have said to me... And the responses are things I was screaming inside but didn't have the courage to say...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xDemonxOfxDeathx/708250/</link>
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