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			<title>the two hands we were given to create </title>
			<description>I hear voices that are struggling with hateThey say why allow people to profit off of rape?And because we are protective of our homes We mark it with red tape Saying anyone who has a difference of opinion should suffer a horrific fateAnd in that moment we become the source of disgraceWe become the p..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/maybememories/763371/</link>
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			<title>the poems you'll never read </title>
			<description>I had a thought from a dreamBut it was stolen from me Before I could put it into wordsIt was already drifting out to sea Gone from my memoryPerhaps - to a safer place where it ought to be I wrote a poem you seeOne not thought out to carefully It was about my hopes.&amp;nbsp; My dreamsBut it became more ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/maybememories/763370/</link>
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			<title>every soul is a star </title>
			<description>Every star is a soulAnd every soul is a starYou simply look me up And I&amp;rsquo;m no longer far I enter your tongue when you read meYou absorb my scars I enter your heart though black tears You wipe away my tar Who would have thought a giant web Would hold our secrets like a jar? Each soul is like a f..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/maybememories/758522/</link>
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			<title>pretty ugly </title>
			<description>A wet lily; white lilacs, burnt pink roses and the smell of fresh cottonLavender into my wounds for those blue eyes I got caught inPaint this in pastels and whites for words this sad aren&amp;rsquo;t this prettyBathe me in milk and honey; never let this heart feel a beautiful pityVapors and glass; our b..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/maybememories/753523/</link>
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			<title>a crystalline lattice </title>
			<description>I question this. This sadness. This feeling that we had it. We had bliss.&amp;nbsp; We had kissed. &amp;nbsp;We were...Sewn together in threadless fabrics.So maybe it was an illusion.Not magicIts madness. I can't handle this. It's cancerous I can't cancel it. Maybe if we'd never been tragic I could've never..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/maybememories/753517/</link>
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			<title>pieces fall </title>
			<description>Pieces Fall like it&amp;rsquo;s their time to go Renewal Every 8 years like bones&amp;hellip; &amp;nbsp;It starts with one thingAnd grows A fractured ribThe loss of toes A single touch missedA lost cell phone And now that I&amp;rsquo;m out of reach Our distance grows I can no longer hold on To others charming quote..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/maybememories/749227/</link>
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			<title>my words </title>
			<description>Words Are my painted artistic images Showing you my vision with diction Precision in my words leave inscriptionsThis is freedom to me; release through linguistics There are no bounds when I write just instincts And I stick to them like lovers to trinkets I bleed though them like ink that&amp;rsquo;s dri..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/maybememories/748334/</link>
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			<title>i love your poem </title>
			<description>I told you I hated your poem but secretly I knew it shinedThe words were so full of vivid colors they could only be heard by the blindAnd each line was composed bringing old ideas back into my mindThey said that love was divine and our lives were intertwined How blood was like wine and how cutting t..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/maybememories/747192/</link>
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			<title>leapt </title>
			<description>I see your faceLet's face it...I can't fake this smile on my face its here because you placed it I'm locked on your eyes gazing becauseGod sculpted your lines, I just want to trace itI'm amazed that you find how to get through to me like a maze in Amazing; I'm a fire that's been blazing Burning ever..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/maybememories/747190/</link>
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			<title>a heart's simple beat </title>
			<description>Inside my cityYou&amp;rsquo;re my electricity My consistent beatSpecifically I still insist it to be Love&amp;rsquo;s persistencyWhat&amp;rsquo;s love? It&amp;rsquo;s to meTo share with felicity and insistencyIt&amp;rsquo;s simplicityBeauty&amp;rsquo;s complicity andhope&amp;rsquo;s consistency</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/maybememories/742509/</link>
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			<title>I'd cut my strings for you </title>
			<description>I had a wish&amp;hellip; as all young boys do It was my desire to be real to someone like you&amp;hellip;.It started when I was on my way to school I got distracted by a fox whose eyes were a deceptive blue Being naive at 18 I thought I was sure of everything I knew Till I was made an actor in front of ever..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/maybememories/737514/</link>
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			<title>heart-core</title>
			<description>Close your eyes because a blink is all it takesLike a weak link you break through me like a chain It&amp;rsquo;s crazy like schizo I feel like I&amp;rsquo;m out of my brainPicture my face it&amp;rsquo;s so lit like a flame without a frame Mouth ajar because it's a feeling that can&amp;rsquo;t be contained And now I..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/maybememories/736213/</link>
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			<title>the praise we should have gave </title>
			<description>I remember Tommy like it was yesterday He was the skinniest and always last when picked to playIt wasn&amp;rsquo;t that he was the worst or best, it just always happened that way And I was always the captain and could have changed it any day&amp;hellip;Tommy was passionate about what he loved but didn&amp;rsquo..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/maybememories/735219/</link>
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			<title>baby you're autumn cool </title>
			<description>Baby you&amp;rsquo;re autumn coolEnd of summer romance - I fall for you&amp;nbsp; Kissing you is an Arbor Day in JuneI plant the seeds that make you come into full bloomGoing all in like I&amp;rsquo;m a part of youSoul in your window eyes; open with your heart to view Breathless sighs so tonight we move back an..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/maybememories/731443/</link>
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			<title>the things we lost in the fire</title>
			<description>Today I sung horribly in my carAt the top of my lungs and while some looked scoffing 	 I thought of a memory when I was young A remnant the smell of smoke often brings I was saved by a nameless man who saw a fireAnd heard my childish cries and coughing And in an act surprising to even him, he ran in..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/maybememories/729620/</link>
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			<title>the epiphany of a soul </title>
			<description>The old story goes that when we die our soul goes And ascends to the heavens above, but who really knows? But I&amp;rsquo;m not concerned about where my soul will go Because I&amp;rsquo;m still trying to find out if I even have one of those What is my soul? My spirit, essence, energy, aura or glow?Where is ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/maybememories/727406/</link>
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			<title>if my poems could fly </title>
			<description>I wrote my first poem on a paper airplaneBecause I had no idea how else to give it wingsI was once to afraid to share them with othersPart of the anxiety that the fear of failure brings It was heartbreak that gave me the courage to shareI heard others say you need to release these thingsBut I always..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/maybememories/725468/</link>
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			<title>the value of your own worth </title>
			<description>I thought she was a perfect match So striking the way she lit up my face that fastThe spark was brilliant, but the flame didn&amp;rsquo;t last Nights out drinking turned into pain and wrath And each injury sustained was simply bandaged and wrapped Not even healing before the next lashing overlapped Till..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/maybememories/724547/</link>
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			<title>sunrise till sunset</title>
			<description>*sunrise*Sunrise to a new day and my brown eyes are wide for the hope of finding a new wayPray that today isn&amp;rsquo;t like yesterday; a burnt page looking for a new flameYour violet voice took my mind away from the violence that was in my veins Vibrant like the colors in an iris, your eyes of silenc..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/maybememories/724446/</link>
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			<title>breadcrumbs</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;Rest easy Gretel&amp;hellip;&amp;rdquo; I start to tell her&amp;hellip;  she responds with criesShe doesn&amp;rsquo;t need words because every thought drips from her eyes&amp;rsquo;It&amp;rsquo;s all lies&amp;hellip;&amp;rsquo;Oh Gretel&amp;hellip; She&amp;rsquo;s always been my rational sideDon&amp;rsquo;t you know she loves us ?You&amp;r..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/maybememories/724444/</link>
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			<title>angels and demons </title>
			<description>She&amp;rsquo;s an angel with reasonsAnswering the prayers to which I&amp;rsquo;ve been pleadingI asked &amp;ldquo;Please Lord, give me a reason to believe in them&amp;rdquo;And as this angel descended while I prayed kneeling I was hoping and believing my defiance could turn to healing And that my science wasn&amp;rsqu..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/maybememories/724006/</link>
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			<title>hurt </title>
			<description>The end came with winter&amp;rsquo;s first frostIs it okay with you that friendship was the cost?The December snow fell and the heart I won got lostRemember your hearted I&amp;rsquo;s and hearts criss crossed?We all trip up but not all of us grow softThe same heart you ripped up, spit at trust and walked it..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/maybememories/723743/</link>
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			<title>damaged goods </title>
			<description>I breathe. I bathe. Hot water because I&amp;rsquo;m cold; so cold, alone, and afraidRelieved that I lived. Retreat into my mind, I was told&amp;hellip; I should be thankful to be aliveAnger. Anguish. I relinquished myself to be saved; my safe place alone in cave I caved when they came and I lay there ashame..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/maybememories/723556/</link>
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			<title>Patience takes faith</title>
			<description>We repeat. We repeat. We repeat. The same mistkes. The SAME mistkes.His heart breaks. She smiles and fakes. They love again knowing their fatesIt&amp;rsquo;s a debate we all must face. Facing it takes patience. Patience takes faith. I repeat my wrongs. I repeat my songs. I repeat my wrongs and what I ha..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/maybememories/723344/</link>
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			<title>the secrets in her blood </title>
			<description>Everyone knows you are beautiful; they see it But I know your type, veins full of your secrets Physical beauty captures our attention But it doesn&amp;rsquo;t keep it Because the older we get the more it starts to regress Doesn&amp;rsquo;t your heart&amp;rsquo;s last beating prove you've seen stress?So beautifu..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/maybememories/722965/</link>
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			<title>winter like love </title>
			<description>Maybe I wasn&amp;rsquo;t destined to love Or maybe love just wasn&amp;rsquo;t destined for meI look at lovers laughing in the park And down at the dark heart that tore meAt those who came before me who tasted loveAnd that glory that&amp;rsquo;s found only in victory But I feel like I&amp;rsquo;m only destined for d..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/maybememories/722836/</link>
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			<title>When I'm gone </title>
			<description>Listen world my time is short and soon I&amp;rsquo;ll be gone Remember me only as a memory of words that will live onI wrote of the power of hope to keep you all strong Because I felt true power is brains over brawn And I wrote of my failures because I know I was wrong So take nothing of me, but lessons..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/maybememories/722575/</link>
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