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			<title>Depression </title>
			<description>Depression doesn&amp;rsquo;t always mean beautiful girls slitting their wrists.It&amp;rsquo;s a glorified, heroic battle for sanity.Sometimes depression means not going out for weeks because your heart and brain refuse to believe that they will not spontanioulsy combust upon the impact of others.Sometimes d..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Purple-Alaska/1950497/</link>
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			<title>Different Shade Of Grey </title>
			<description>I Can't Sleep, My Heart Is Shattered&amp;nbsp;I'm going To Replace Everything ThatMattered&amp;nbsp;There Is No One In This Life To Trust&amp;nbsp;My Cold Metal Heart Is Bound To Rust&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Everything Is Getting OldWhat Other Problems Will Life Unfold ?&amp;nbsp;Take A Deep Br..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Purple-Alaska/1919810/</link>
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			<title>Then Come Talk To Me About Pain</title>
			<description>When You Bleed From Every PoreWhen You Know There;s Nothing MoreWhen Your Heart Is Gone &amp;amp; Your Deserted By Everyone&amp;nbsp;When You Cant Break The Chain&amp;nbsp;Then Come Talk To Me About Pain&amp;nbsp;When Your Chest Is Hallow&amp;nbsp;&amp;amp; You've Taken Everything You Can Swallow&amp;nbsp;When Your Soul Scream..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Purple-Alaska/1849509/</link>
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			<title>Organ Grave Yard </title>
			<description>Shattered hopes and dreams in piles to the rightWhere once the raise of the sun shined so bright&amp;nbsp;Lost loved ones placed on the shelves above&amp;nbsp;Next to every other dying loveThe box in the middle, packed safely&amp;nbsp;are parts of my heart,with pictures and autographs&amp;nbsp;of those who tore it ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Purple-Alaska/1848015/</link>
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			<title>I'm not that strong after all. </title>
			<description>I put my hand on my chest, I feel my heart beat so strong. With all the smoke I breathe everyday I know my lungs are almost gone. I sip away my fears tonight with the glass I won't put down. Even if I try to scream I barely can make a sound. Now I'm standing at the edge, ready for a fall. ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Purple-Alaska/1734970/</link>
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			<title>'It didn't work out'</title>
			<description>&quot;It didn't work out.&quot; I guess those are just the four words thay make you feel numb even when you shouldn't. They're the way your love ends and your heartbreak story begins. You'll look back on it a few years from now, your hair longer now &amp; you stopped shaking. &amp; you run into someone ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Purple-Alaska/1732846/</link>
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			<title>Whirlpool </title>
			<description>Tomorrow you'llwake up in a whirlpool of sweat &amp;amp; numbness&amp;amp; the taste of heartbreak will be fresh in your mouthIt'll come slowly at first,like the first few drops of rain,before the storm that tears everything apart&amp;amp; leaves you drowning,soaking through everything you love..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Purple-Alaska/1729690/</link>
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			<title>Mother....Father....</title>
			<description>Mother..... Father... can't you see?&amp;nbsp;How much your words and actions are hurting me?I think of every word you said&amp;nbsp;Every night i can't sleep in my bed. &amp;nbsp;Sisters..Brothers&amp;nbsp;Can't you hear?&amp;nbsp;I'm in my room holding back every tear.I don't want you to know i'm broken&amp;nbsp;so i'll ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Purple-Alaska/1717623/</link>
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			<title>Never the same way...</title>
			<description>Tomorrowyou'll wake up in whirlpool of sweat &amp;amp; numbness&amp;nbsp;&amp;amp; the taste of heartbreak will be fresh in your mouth,&amp;nbsp;I'll come slowly at first, like the first few drops of rain before the&amp;nbsp;storm that tears everything apart &amp;amp; leaves you drowning,&amp;nbsp;soaking through everything ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Purple-Alaska/1716332/</link>
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			<title>Letters to me....</title>
			<description>I knowyour hurt. Stopsugar coating your feelings, don&amp;rsquo;t try to hide them, to suppress them. Embraceit. Feel it. Feel the pain. Feelit in every limb of your body, every pore&amp;hellip;. Every cell must ache. Hurtfor broken promises, hurt for memories.&amp;nbsp;Hurt for your..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Purple-Alaska/1715550/</link>
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			<title>My own anchor. </title>
			<description>Her.....AGAIN.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Purple-Alaska/1713915/</link>
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			<title>Blocked.....</title>
			<description>I sat down in front of my desk and I just could't write a coherent&amp;nbsp;sentence.&amp;nbsp;I tried time and time again, but the floor was quickly covered in crumbled paper balls and meaningless sentences.&amp;nbsp;I tried to blame it on writers block, but I knew that wasn't it.You can't find gold unless you..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Purple-Alaska/1713901/</link>
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			<title>An echo from another time, another place.. </title>
			<description>Just day by day writing on everything I helplessly deeply feel..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Purple-Alaska/1713811/</link>
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			<title>&quot;Just get over it&quot; </title>
			<description>Her....again.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Purple-Alaska/1704484/</link>
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