http://slow.writerscafe.org/NessieMunster The original writings of author Vanessa Macanas en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776032328 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 My hairstyle changes on a daily basis,My eyes are rarely natural,My make-up id different every day,And I don’t stick to one style or genre. On the outside I’m always changing,But on the inside I’m still the same me.So to say the least, I’m all about change... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NessieMunster/612656/ I'm breathing, but barely...Just enough to know that I can die, enough to know that I came closeto actually losing my breath completely. Im not suicidal...I'd like to think I'm an opportunist.I take the chance to experience something I haven't,To feel something unreal, To know.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NessieMunster/605964/ Jumbled up mess of feelings and words I can't seem to get passed my lips! Haha heres to you boyfriend! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NessieMunster/605591/ http://www.facebook.com/nessiemunster#!/album.php?aid=2039812&id=1554250820 What started to just be a blog post turned into this poem or collection of words to describe this album. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NessieMunster/605291/ Fed up with letting myself fall for false affection. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NessieMunster/531748/ I crave it. I want it. I need it. My fixes cannot be temporary.So I'll pass the toxin through my lipsAnd suck on his sweet poisoned kiss. I will breathe him in right through my chest.Like wildfire, the poison spreads,Rushing through my veins, igniting my senses.Making my blood b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NessieMunster/530492/ Its name is Alone.It has held my heart for quite some time.Accompanied by Alone are its minions disguised in liquid joy. Filling me with drunken hopes and dreams,Only to bring me down shot by shot, first its minion Despair, disguised in fruitful laughter. Despair creeps down my throat.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NessieMunster/529305/ A short narrative poem for my english class that doesnt really say where im from but asks What made you what or who you are? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NessieMunster/528888/ Abusive childhood past my brother and I shared with our stepmom. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NessieMunster/522594/ A poem inspired by Lewis Carroll. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NessieMunster/522567/ Here’s to tonight...Here’s to the futureTo all the things that will be missedFriendships retired old and grown apart.The feelings I hurt and your broken heart.For this I’m sorry but we will never changeStuck in our old waysNew ways in fact.Please lets not repeat.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NessieMunster/522253/ Lets dance until our legs fall numb to the music in our hearts.Drop a beat baby. Give me some thing I can move to,Seduce you, use you, and abuse you. This melody is taking over me. All I see is you, all I feel is you. Do you hear the music playing?I do and and it moves me in tune with .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NessieMunster/522043/ Parallel lines are defined Two paths that never crossIf you should be on that other pathI would make an angular statementIntersecting to you..X marks the spotOur paths will cross And we will part in a 90 degree angle That will leave trails of the memories we shared..Intersecting.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NessieMunster/521259/