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		<description>The original writings of author RutabagaMac </description>
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			<title>Our D-day</title>
			<description>When the person you love the most, does the most amount of damage, and trying to navigate your love in the aftermath of consequences and repercussions. A bitter sweet, double-edged, sh*itshow. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rutabagamac/2945819/</link>
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			<title>Chipping away</title>
			<description>This is just the outlet of coping with real current events I'm experiencing and struggling with.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rutabagamac/2926795/</link>
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			<title>Time is but only a blink</title>
			<description>A short poem about the regret that comes with missing out on important moments by times quick passing.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rutabagamac/2876517/</link>
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			<title>Crazy isn't cute</title>
			<description>Who could predict in the year of 2023,Girls trending from saying that they're crazy?But I'd give a limb to have my sanity. Terrified of hurting those dearest to me.Walking on eggshells just trying to breathe.Please oh God make it all just stop.Feeling like my head could suddenly pop...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rutabagamac/2870076/</link>
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			<title>Uprising to Greatness</title>
			<description>Self growth, learning from your mistakes, maturing, positive change.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rutabagamac/2773216/</link>
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			<title>What're the odds?</title>
			<description>Short love poem.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rutabagamac/2769676/</link>
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			<title>Miscellaneous</title>
			<description>Random</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rutabagamac/2763534/</link>
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			<title>What a terrible, wonderful, thing.</title>
			<description>Just a poem I wrote straight from the heart and my real life. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rutabagamac/2759984/</link>
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			<title>Butterflies </title>
			<description>A brief description of what I can only describe as true love.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rutabagamac/2758950/</link>
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			<title>2020</title>
			<description>Realistic views on America in 2020</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rutabagamac/2489969/</link>
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			<title>Justified Pessimism</title>
			<description>You tell me what you think.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rutabagamac/2176131/</link>
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			<title>Vulnerable </title>
			<description>The vulnerability of love </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rutabagamac/2170360/</link>
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			<title>Scarred</title>
			<description>A writing about having my son wrongfully taken from me by the government. Kinda venting?</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rutabagamac/2170239/</link>
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			<title>Broke</title>
			<description>About how the world is corrupt  the usual.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rutabagamac/2169520/</link>
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			<title>A Working Class Tool</title>
			<description>Depicting the rich getting richer and the poor suffering.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rutabagamac/2166856/</link>
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			<title>Indescribable </title>
			<description>I've had emotions I can't explain or give a proper name or description, until now. Let me know your thoughts.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rutabagamac/2164799/</link>
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			<title>Present Daymares</title>
			<description>Just a rant from being observant I guess... it's sad how much we love things and how badly we treat people. I can't save the world. But I can call out bullshit when I see it.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rutabagamac/2163398/</link>
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			<title>Tasteless and Stale</title>
			<description>Stale.The taste of my life is stale.Bending but not breaking.Forcing it to no avail.No change,but all has shifted.I feel mediocre,I felt once gifted.My mood is fake.My smile, fraud.I could do something great.But expect no applaud.I don't feel special, I am bland.I feel I am dead on the inside.My pal..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rutabagamac/2064069/</link>
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			<title>Blog, I guess?</title>
			<description>Not sure how to label this but I need to vent.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rutabagamac/2064067/</link>
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			<title>True Torture</title>
			<description>My real life experience...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rutabagamac/2061903/</link>
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			<title>In A Little Box</title>
			<description>I'm in a little box.A 5 by 5 cold room.There's a telephone in the wall.I'm surrounded in gloom.I'm alone in this box.I do not know what to expect.There is no light in here.No sound to detect.I'm alone for god knows how long.Time has no meaning anymore.I just wait in my little box,still searching for..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rutabagamac/2060289/</link>
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			<title>I'm sorry, Dad.</title>
			<description>A look into my past and relationship with my father, it's a touchy subject and one of my biggest motivations behind my work.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rutabagamac/2008334/</link>
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			<title>Dead Dreams</title>
			<description>Shoot for the stars.Be who you want to be.You could walk on Mars.Always follow your dream.These are the lies adults told me. To try is to compete,Get good grades in school,Get into a college or university.Your brain is your greatest tool.So many falsehoods betrayed me.You..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rutabagamac/1995172/</link>
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			<title>Narcissistic Sociopath </title>
			<description>If the shoe fits, lace that baby up and jump off a bridge. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rutabagamac/1991746/</link>
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			<title>Don't Do Drugs, Do Our Drugs</title>
			<description>The Pharmaceutical Company is corrupt as hell, here's a glimpse from a rant I had.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rutabagamac/1988715/</link>
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			<title>Vaporized</title>
			<description>In love completely.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rutabagamac/1984146/</link>
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			<title>Sapiosexual</title>
			<description>He sucks the ideals right out of her mouth, before she can say a word. He grabs her thoughts out of thin air, telepathically it would seem. Caressing her confidence with soft gentle hands. He encouraged her, fed her his big dreams and hard times back when. Mute, but conversations with eyes that spea..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rutabagamac/1976429/</link>
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			<title>A Kiss</title>
			<description>The concussive Big Bang in a simplistic motion.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rutabagamac/1976103/</link>
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			<title>Eraser</title>
			<description>To the people you seriously wish you never met.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rutabagamac/1975981/</link>
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			<title>American Smut</title>
			<description>You read the title, right?</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rutabagamac/1974266/</link>
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			<title>You Can Kill Me, You know</title>
			<description>The pain of love is real.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rutabagamac/1974260/</link>
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			<title>Injustice</title>
			<description>Bang.The initial bomb goes off.An explosion so loud, yet so soft.Incineration, countless instantly dead.No one for a square mile bled.Cauterized within seconds they were.Panic and screams swirl into a blur.Buildings, homes, chipping away like chalk.Bodies and bricks littered the si..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rutabagamac/1972782/</link>
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			<title>Think and Listen</title>
			<description>What ifs,Would yous,Could yous,For instances.Dare to dream.Ask hypotheticals,Begin to wonder,Be skeptical,Question everything. Vague answers,Offering no knowledge.How are you?I'm ok.That's good,See ya,Take care.I cannot bear, The ones who don't listen,but wait..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rutabagamac/1972383/</link>
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			<title>Thrust</title>
			<description>***Adult content***</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rutabagamac/1971466/</link>
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			<title>Prescription to Death</title>
			<description>Pain.It isn't real.The doctors say.I guess I'm crazy anyway.Take these pills.Everyday.This one for depression,May cause smile recession.Here's your Percocet.Don't get hooked,Don't end up dead.Take this Xanex, it tastes great.Just like the other pills you ate.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rutabagamac/1969766/</link>
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			<title>Mimic</title>
			<description>Something is wrong with the new neighbor, and I was dying to find out. Now I'm trying to stay alive.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rutabagamac/1969751/</link>
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			<title>Embrace it</title>
			<description>Meant to inspire.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rutabagamac/1967375/</link>
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			<title>Coming out of my sickness and depression</title>
			<description>A hurricane of emotions and feelings that destroyed and built me.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rutabagamac/1967369/</link>
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