http://slow.writerscafe.org/Conejita The original writings of author Briana No&euml;l Manzano en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775986589 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Take a look&nbsp;At the inside of my cheeks:&nbsp;They&rsquo;re scarred and torn&nbsp;From the clenching and gnashing of teeth.&nbsp;Chewed tissue hangs like the tattered sail&nbsp;&nbsp;Of the shipwreck that is my mouth.&nbsp;&nbsp;And its skeleton crew,&nbsp;Half buried but still grinding against .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Conejita/2173846/ We grasp desperately for each other's hands, arms outstretched across the hollow, foggy abyss of superficial interactionsand an existential pointlessnessthat sticks to our skinand sinks low, like dead weight hanging onto our limbs.&nbsp; Yet still our fingers remain intertwined, writhing, burrowing.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Conejita/2173832/ A poem about being at the end of childhood, on the brink of adulthood, on the verge of beginning your independent life, not knowing whether you'll sink or swim http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Conejita/1767297/ Inspired from a local art gallery opening I recently went to. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Conejita/1754022/ Cut me open and pluck the strings of my vital harp: Each word an incision- your tongue is razor-sharp. See the love in my eyes? It belies each miserable note. A melody of lows and highs, It catches in my throat. So now I&rsquo;ll play this little piece To please your pretty ears. An overture .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Conejita/1718553/ The little cube of ice in my palm, So fragile, so brief Is melting too quickly for my desperate heart to keep up Slippery, diminishing, It dissolves and dissipates and slips through the cracks in my fingers As I urgently blow on it, My efforts to preserve it futile. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Conejita/1718551/ all the weight of a simple sigh can carry so much more than words, words that will never be realized. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Conejita/1718518/ a symbolic piece~ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Conejita/1718513/ A poem about the changing of the seasons, about lost youth and ambitions, about becoming stagnant. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Conejita/1697181/ The way people treat trivial objects such as a juice box is often how people treat their relationships... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Conejita/1677592/ A whimsically dark, pun-intended poem told from the perspective of a French fry. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Conejita/1677583/ Reflecting on my life, my procrastinating disposition, lack of motivation, the strange way we perceive the passage of time, and the realization that the indeterminable amount of time I have dwindles. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Conejita/1677579/ In a poetry group I used to be in we had to write a poem about our deaths. This was mine. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Conejita/1677566/ A satirical vignette I wrote about my experience with bus transportation growing up going to public school. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Conejita/1671747/ Another poem about when I struggled with depression, yay! P.S. "Antes" means "Before" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Conejita/1671737/ A poem about an experience in which the life of one my friends was (jokingly?) wagered on the outcome of a chess game. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Conejita/1669813/ An abstract, metaphorical poem about my depression and how it affects my relationships. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Conejita/1669810/ A poem about desperately seeking something that destroys us, about light, about truth, about how small and inconsequential we are. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Conejita/1669699/ A vignette about the overwhelming noises, people, and feelings experienced on the day of high school graduation. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Conejita/1669115/ A poem about the changes love can work in a person's life. How a happy relationship can make an optimist out of a pessimist. <3 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Conejita/1669106/ A poem about love, betrayal, blackmail, and star-crossed lovers. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Conejita/1667785/ A poem about the inner workings of my thought process. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Conejita/1667409/ Goddess Apathy lays around all day eating from her fig tree. Her people are dying, but Apathy cares not. Will she learn her lesson when the Powers set a curse upon her for shirking her duties? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Conejita/1666366/ A short, short story from my macabre series in progress "La Bella Muerte Chronicles" Inspired by the expression "eat your heart out" and the lust of one's own agony http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Conejita/1666347/