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			<title>Good night </title>
			<description>I know we are super sexualBut I find, my healing&amp;#700;s all tied up in youAnd it&amp;#700;s not just my body that&amp;#700;s moaningIt&amp;#700;s past trauma,Things I lost in fires,I thought I put out with tearsAs a younger meBecause I didn&amp;#700;t think anyone Could touch me so deeplyLet alone..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Das100/2122737/</link>
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			<title>Chapter .01</title>
			<description>I must look exotic don&amp;rsquo;t I?Brown thighs .. pretty eyesYou really won&amp;rsquo;t believe til you meet meStill lust never stays And commitment quickly goesLeaving Ms. &amp;ldquo;excuse me, I wanna change your last name&amp;rdquo;Overexposed .. now Mr. &amp;ldquo;I love our vibe&amp;rdquo; is less giv..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Das100/2119082/</link>
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			<title>Full Circle </title>
			<description>I begged in my own way I begged in the hallway Begged you to let me stay Begged while going insane Begged even louder while I walked away Now you can&amp;rsquo;t escape that baby Can&amp;rsquo;t play like I&amp;rsquo;m crazy To slam the door in your face I cried in my own spaceI lied on my t..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Das100/2091666/</link>
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			<title>Undisclosed </title>
			<description>I can&amp;rsquo;t be honest I can&amp;rsquo;t decide what that is I&amp;rsquo;m so damn in control I can&amp;rsquo;t admit I&amp;rsquo;m pissedI can&amp;rsquo;t admit that perfectStill isn&amp;rsquo;t what this iscan&amp;rsquo;t say I want you back But I hate distanceI can&amp;rsquo;t pick up your callsBecause I&amp;rsqu..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Das100/2052132/</link>
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			<title>Tours over/Boys Cry Too</title>
			<description>Boys Cry TooYour tours over today Guess I should ring you You've been ignoring me But you'll be home soon And for the millionth time I know who I belong toLiked a pic, said gorgeous You need to hear, it's you But boys cry tooYou ain't no stranger I've got the proof Our lo..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Das100/1988908/</link>
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			<title>Prelude, a short.</title>
			<description>Hi</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Das100/1960825/</link>
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			<title>We like to party. Is it over?</title>
			<description>I wanted you to crash and burn And never get up Internal bleeding that got so badThat maybe you would hiccup Comfortable with heart ache Uneasy in deceptions Masking fear as bravado Legacy of the skepticBut now I want you back so bad I really can't feel much Throwing up our lie..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Das100/1953096/</link>
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			<title>Thoughts</title>
			<description>I use to be a darker girlthe kind that wanted to taunt youwhen i react too soon and&amp;nbsp;the camera flickers, i can still feel herwaiting for a chance to be left downbegging me to just get a lil thickerso i can find a man with moneyso the likes will make my head biggerI use to be a different girl&amp;nb..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Das100/1938418/</link>
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			<title>Grapefruit</title>
			<description>Fruit</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Das100/1874241/</link>
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			<title>Nao Falo</title>
			<description>&quot;Shhhh&quot;, a voice sounds in the hallway.I am trying my hardest not to be too loudI want to groan.. a body, no, somebody is pressed against me I know no names but I must identifythem as people, neighbors evenless the fear tied to being forced intosuch a small space with strangers consume meThe last tr..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Das100/1871802/</link>
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			<title>Modern Love Thing</title>
			<description>It was storming in&amp;nbsp;Baltimore, Maryland&amp;nbsp;and rightfully so, this was expected and overdue. The sky was overcast with clouds as dark as the visions tormenting a scorned lover.&amp;nbsp;As the&amp;nbsp;clouds tore open and hail fell in shards of glass, he was born. In delivery, his mother, suffering f..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Das100/1870966/</link>
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			<title>A Mind Full, Be Mndful</title>
			<description>A redundancy.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Das100/1869166/</link>
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			<title>Prayers</title>
			<description>I pray for youI pray for you the way a wife doesAnd although my heart takes up dull acheSeeing another in my placeI pray for youI pray for usI pray worried that I'm an auditionWorried that you think, I'll start to think differentSo you keep your truths at a distance I pray for us..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Das100/1866059/</link>
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			<title>She don't </title>
			<description>She thinks she's got youShe up at night, stirring our soup, burning our skillets Over heating, over cooking our good foodShe thinks she's got youDrowning in sorrows pools Fighting like fools Threading our sewing machine Changing stitching and it's true We could unravel like the spool..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Das100/1866050/</link>
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			<title>Rambling, tossed thoughts </title>
			<description>You're a serial loverOn to the next Before we ever knew each otherI know you're never pressedSo I respect when it is overTreat it like I'm crazy But we both know, we were both there Both had feelings, they were subtleEven if now, you're the type don't careI just thought it's cool t..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Das100/1744194/</link>
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			<title>The dread</title>
			<description>From sugar to s**t Then the glitz and the glamTo thinking you were itTo you not giving a damn I never really understand One minute you're my man The next you take a detourUse the same route you came in I personally regret Ever truly letting you in I knew that this would happen ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Das100/1744181/</link>
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			<title>1925</title>
			<description>There's this thing you doYou're so old fashionedYou're so refined and well preserved A bad boy that my grandmother Would have liked So I write of us, almost 100 yearsBefore we were evolvedWhen you still bad to chase meWhen we could still smell the woodOn the old wooden floors weD..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Das100/1702997/</link>
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			<title>Another urban voodoo story </title>
			<description>Now Playing : Amy Winehouse x Back to Black Sarah Mitchell knew she had to do something but what? Her love life newly in shambles and only a few gold necklaces to vouch for it all. Sarah was tired, at 25 she was realizing that love was complicated and unless she got away from it all, she'd soo..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Das100/1684185/</link>
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			<title>Min</title>
			<description>Brown </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Das100/1656543/</link>
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			<title>Summoned </title>
			<description>They say I'll be death of you And most times I think that I amI'm a demon that festers in your arms onlyThis is what I call romanceI Want the tears, the regretsThe pain in the sex and I wantYou to apply the pressure tilI lose my last breath But I love you .. With every tainted vision..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Das100/1634938/</link>
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			<title>Preparation</title>
			<description>If I could have what I wanted todayI would decline and simplyNeglect to say That you're mines cause thoughYou are.. I'm not ready If I could have what I wanted todayIt would be like stuffing the suitcaseForgetting your ticket to board the planeSame destination but would I Wind up s..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Das100/1614971/</link>
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			<title>True blame </title>
			<description>It's not that I don't trust youIt's that you went from here to thereI know we are close friends butThere are things that you don't shareI can't force you but I should communicateBut really, I don't think you careIf you're distant then I'm distantFor my sake.. Still want to pull you nea..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Das100/1614968/</link>
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			<title>Your Possession</title>
			<description>You think you're a savage?Viewing me as average I toss my jacket on your sofaYou think I am your b***hAddress me as your highnessUndoing the bottoms on my jeansYou think I am a magnetJust cuz you're losing tractionPeels off my pants while pantingDon't you see? I'm green with envy..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Das100/1611016/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 2: Special Nothing </title>
			<description>Explicit and illicitExcited and predatorySaddened and exploratoryShackled and outrageousAm I still pretty? How long before He decides to kiss meHas his love faded with the lashes?Has his resentment weakened In the time it takes to leavePrints on my back? A trail of tears? A chain..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Das100/1609098/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 1, The Mending.</title>
			<description>It gets lonely here, you've fixed meAll complaints fall on deaf earsI can't force a commitmentI'm all locked up in dissing thisYou said if I just stopped cutting my wristsYour insults keep tempo as blood dripsI don't feel compulsionI don't feel completionI ain't been whole since you ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Das100/1609072/</link>
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			<title>n/a</title>
			<description>Brief summary of my life's tragic and overly dramatized moments.. I suppose. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Das100/1606904/</link>
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			<title>I am not some fool who needs </title>
			<description>I am not some fool who needsYou to be so compassionate That everything you say seems soDamn (MARKETED) towards sparing meI am not some sad woman, who, hasn'tGained enough confidence to Deal with circumstance from my Lover which is YOU I am who I was born to be And you ARE slated co..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Das100/1606880/</link>
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