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		<description>The original writings of author jadine</description>
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			<title>Ode to Myth</title>
			<description>A traditional story is what you are,&amp;nbsp;Real or fake?You can be so bizarre.&amp;nbsp;Greek, Egyptian, Roman, Norse&amp;nbsp;Every character and word hits me with force.&amp;nbsp;All authors write about you in different ways,&amp;nbsp;Beautiful, horrificI give you praise.One example is Keats,&amp;nbsp;who emphasized a..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jamazingjadine/2150944/</link>
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			<title>My Best Friend.</title>
			<description>i literally had no idea what to title this so subject to change </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jamazingjadine/2146517/</link>
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			<title>Love-Hate Red</title>
			<description>i wrote this for class. the goal was to write a very fragmented piece centered around a specific color or object. enjoy. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jamazingjadine/2146245/</link>
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			<title>october </title>
			<description>october is finally here at last,&amp;nbsp;and all i can think of is the past.&amp;nbsp;how the coffee we'd drink was pumpkin spice,and the way you'd look at me with a sparkle in your eyes.&amp;nbsp;how we'd take your dogs for a walk,&amp;nbsp;once or twice around the block.how i gave parts of myself to you,&amp;nbsp;wh..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jamazingjadine/2146224/</link>
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			<title>my force of nature </title>
			<description>9.29.19 i had a very nice and inspiring day with a friend </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jamazingjadine/2146222/</link>
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			<title>Perfectly Wrong </title>
			<description>* this was written in july </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jamazingjadine/2146220/</link>
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			<title>my sweet boy </title>
			<description>here's to you.&amp;nbsp;the boy who is on my mind all day.the one that makes me heart flutter.&amp;nbsp;i miss you.i yearn for you.&amp;nbsp;i love you.&amp;nbsp;so it is okay.&amp;nbsp;soon enough we will be together again.&amp;nbsp;for that, i am always grateful.&amp;nbsp;here's to you.&amp;nbsp;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jamazingjadine/2121271/</link>
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			<title>dear journal </title>
			<description>dear journal,&amp;nbsp;tomorrow is the day that i have dreaded all summer.&amp;nbsp;the day when everything turns absolute.&amp;nbsp;i am going to see my ex for the first time since our breakup.&amp;nbsp;for closure, of course.&amp;nbsp;because i never got it.for those who do not know,&amp;nbsp;our relationship was long di..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jamazingjadine/2121219/</link>
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			<title>Your Glass Chess Piece.</title>
			<description>I am a glass chess piece. I want more than anything for you to be the one who holds me. And you did. I trust you. With my whole heart. With every fiber of my being. It was you. And it was nice. You held me. You cared for me. You loved me. I was truly happy. When I needed you, you were there. You nev..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jamazingjadine/2113192/</link>
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			<title>summertime surprise </title>
			<description>i met a boy,yet again.he takes my breath away.when i&amp;rsquo;m with himi smile,and laugh&amp;nbsp;like i never have before.this time i am not exaggerating.he&amp;rsquo;s cute,&amp;nbsp;and funny,and so so sweet.he looks at meas if i amthe sun,the moon,and all the stars.this is a di..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jamazingjadine/2049707/</link>
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			<title>Every Single Time </title>
			<description>boy after boy.she does this every single time.they follow her.she follows back.the only reason they know of her,is because of me.she knows how i feel.i've talked about this boy before.i like them.or about that other boy.i think he's cute.either way i have some type of feeling towards them.every sing..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jamazingjadine/2026420/</link>
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			<title>one day</title>
			<description>one of these days,i&amp;rsquo;ll look at myself in a mirrorand not be ashamed of what i see.i won&amp;rsquo;t wish that my body was thinner	stomach flatter		butt nicer			b***s perkier.i won&amp;rsquo;t wish my nose was better	cuter 		straighter 			smaller.i won't wish that my skin was prettier	clearer		smoother..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jamazingjadine/2024692/</link>
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			<title>Tinder </title>
			<description>Too many people&amp;nbsp;Interested in nothing but sexNot me though.Don't want to hook up with just anyone.Easy is not what this app is about.Really want to find my special someone.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jamazingjadine/2015399/</link>
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			<title>this girl isn't in pieces.</title>
			<description>i take two watermelon &quot;candies&quot; and place them in my mouth.i chew,&amp;nbsp;	&amp;nbsp;chew,&amp;nbsp;		&amp;nbsp;chew.they taste so good.i'm good.as usual,thirty minutes laterit hits me.god i feel so good.why can't i feel like this all the time?it's like i can feelevery&amp;nbsp;	&amp;nbsp;single&amp;nbsp;		&amp;nbsp;tiny&amp;nbsp;		..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jamazingjadine/2006056/</link>
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			<title>it helps.</title>
			<description>sometimes,i like to read for fun.it&amp;rsquo;s an escape.when i&amp;rsquo;m really sad,i read.and read.and read.because this world isn&amp;rsquo;t good.bad things happen to good people. that&amp;rsquo;s reality.at least i know that when reading fictionnothing is for certain. the main character may die in the book,..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jamazingjadine/1995594/</link>
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			<title>this was not supposed to happen.</title>
			<description>my life has always been fine.i have a mom.i have a dad.i have a brother.they have always been there for me.they are my family.	this was not supposed to happen.yes i have two last names.no i don't know why.does it matter?my life has always been fine.		this was not supposed to happen.well now i know w..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jamazingjadine/1934344/</link>
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			<title>i am geraldine.</title>
			<description>i'm a good girl usually.i stay out of trouble and do as i'm told.i'm tired of that.&amp;nbsp;i'm in college and haven't tried a single thing.&amp;nbsp;i am Jadine.&amp;nbsp;it's second semester and there is this one weekend,&amp;nbsp;i decide that i don't like who i am.i want to do the things that other people do w..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jamazingjadine/1934004/</link>
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			<title>Almost Loved Now Alone </title>
			<description>I wrote this poem 6 months after my first boyfriend broke up with me. As I read this over and over, I think that I made our relationship sound way better than it actually was.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jamazingjadine/1927407/</link>
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			<title>My Grandma.</title>
			<description>This is a poem that I wrote when my grandma passed away. We were very close; I lived with her my whole life. </description>
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