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		<description>The original writings of author Anastasia McKenzie-Polk</description>
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			<title>Friend</title>
			<description>I know you.The stubbornness, Your every attempt to defy me every chance you get.I love you.The way you smile, the type that make the world that much brighter.You know me.Every time I am on the verge of falling off a cliff, you know the perfect moment to pull me back.You never leave me behind.When al..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnaRR/2465106/</link>
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			<title>Look</title>
			<description>When you look through the window,&amp;nbsp;can you really see what lies within.&amp;nbsp;Does your vision blur when you glare,When you try to unlocked door,Are you ready to see the bloody floor,Once inside do not hide,What lingers within will always find,The broken pieces in which were meant to be replaced,..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnaRR/2462867/</link>
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			<title>Safe Place </title>
			<description>Safe Place&amp;nbsp;Freshly sharpened pencils playing with my nostrils,The idle chatter of boys and girls, The dingy grey 1970&amp;rsquo;s d&amp;eacute;cor still a bore,&amp;nbsp;With the hintof stale sandwiches at the door, The sanctuary of the school room hallways evermore.&amp;nbsp;..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnaRR/2461718/</link>
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			<title>Stasia</title>
			<description>Wrote this in 2016</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnaRR/2461716/</link>
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			<title>The Puppet</title>
			<description>Wrote this in 2009</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnaRR/2461715/</link>
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			<title>The Darkest of Places</title>
			<description>I look to the stars when they are at their brightest, searching for the answers to why this blackened hole won't close.&amp;nbsp;Taking in the silence that the night brings, comes the sting from the tears falling from my face. An overwhelming&amp;nbsp;pressure comes over my chest. I can't breathe. The pain ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnaRR/2461547/</link>
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			<title>Need</title>
			<description>A thousand tingles run through me,Gliding your hands across my face.I close my eyes, taking in the warmth.Your lips, so full,&amp;nbsp;I can taste your desire, it pulls me inMaking me climb higher.Straddling you, holding your face in my handsSearching your eyes,&amp;nbsp;You lay your head against my chest,O..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnaRR/2460981/</link>
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			<title>Never Letting Go</title>
			<description>I want you when I shouldn't want you,I loved you knowing I shouldn't,You pulled me in with such ease,Loving you felt worth the risk.Being hidden within you ,Made me feel as if I was flying among the stars.I wanted our story to be legendary,To be told years after we were long gone.&amp;nbsp;I turned my h..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnaRR/2460856/</link>
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			<title>You</title>
			<description>I miss you!I wonder if I cross your mind like you do mine? I feel the lingering touches of you behind me.&amp;nbsp;You ruined me. I gave you pieces of me, pieces, I've hidden from other.I miss you!The sweet sound of you telling me you love me, still rings in my ear. I can still taste you.&amp;nbsp;The kisse..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnaRR/2359690/</link>
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			<title>The Search</title>
			<description>The heart breaks,The mind races,&amp;nbsp;Is there a point to it all?As humans , we are complicated creatures.Nothing is simple about us.Our mind drives us crazy and mad.At the same time holds so much joy and amusement.Playing with our emotions.&amp;nbsp;We go round and round,Searching; for inspiration, for..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnaRR/2329999/</link>
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			<title>Itch</title>
			<description>Break awayNever fallDarkness followsEerie sounds callBellowing hunger growsActing desire solves</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnaRR/2261525/</link>
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			<title>Bring Me Closer</title>
			<description>Feel my touch-The heat burning each of my fingers,Tempting me to venture forward,Breathe caressing every nerve,Taking me deeper, falling faster.Bring me closerTake me to the darkest of places.Indulging in all fantasies life has to offer,Touching without touching me.Bringing me closer to my end,&amp;nbsp..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnaRR/2261523/</link>
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			<title>Fight</title>
			<description>Darkness beckons.Pain threatens to linger.&amp;nbsp;Buried in hate.Consumed with heartache.Bruised from struggle.&amp;nbsp;Scratching the surface, straining to breathe.&amp;nbsp;Frail pieces fracture against the weight of the agony.&amp;nbsp;Freedom?Light?Where coldness consumed, warmth touches.&amp;nbsp;Relief and pea..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnaRR/2261522/</link>
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			<title>Enough</title>
			<description>I Just need space..... Space to breath, space to move, to feel like I'm not a failure in your eyes. The burden is so heavy, I can barely look at you without feeling the heat of resentment creep upon me. Will you see me, not the mistakes I've made, not the loud silence between us. Just the laughter, ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnaRR/2220331/</link>
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