Vanesa Markovic | WritersCafe.org http://slow.writerscafe.org/VanMark The original writings of author Vanesa Markovic en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776102862 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Reflections. It's been a while, I've missed venting thoughts here. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VanMark/1827521/ She's Made Up of Poisoned Constellations. Same ol' situation. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VanMark/1494701/ The Hugh Hefner Experience. I've been away, for all the best reasons. Life is good, it's so damn good. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VanMark/1478927/ Bonded to The Hand of Death. deathis my not-so-secret admirer,the captor and thief of all I have loved.it dances with a long-standing obsession,the gradual destruction of my every ounce of joy.-a life, for a life, for a life?-you’re a damn coward,but at least you’re loyal. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VanMark/1475849/ Rock & Roll Stole My Soul. Dabbling in the past. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VanMark/1473506/ My Dealer, The Sandman. I can't stand how I miss you. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VanMark/1473024/ Room For Rent. I'm such a sap. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VanMark/1472501/ Blue-Eyed Bullet, Loaded Love-Gun. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VanMark/1472396/ Whiskey Flavored Lips. heaven, i've been there. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VanMark/1472020/ The Angel-Faced Serial Killer. She's got looks that kill, Vince Neil understands. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VanMark/1471289/ Self-Portrait. Human self-reflection. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VanMark/1470280/ Diluted Romances and Auto-Pilot Love Stories. Dilutedromances and auto-pilot love stories.I’m renting facsimile emotions.Years drenched in mediocre passionsare tormented by my heart's ghostly remains.No enjoyment to be found in hollow thespiansor their shallow productions.My every morning comes with a side of longing,a yearn.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VanMark/1469242/ Guitar Totin' Barflies. The battles of singledom. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VanMark/1468302/ Writer's Blockade. I've been taken hostage by creative death. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VanMark/1467094/ Signifying, Nothing. Macbeth inspired, sir William was rather onto something. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VanMark/1465051/ Venice. September 2014. Last view of Venice. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VanMark/1464654/ The Writer. What a strange afflictionit is,to be a writer.Our lives compressedinto words, verses and rhyme.Do you suppose,that we are ever really quiescent?Or is the mind of a writer,writing,all of the time?I wonder…What a strange afflictionit is,to be a writer. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VanMark/1463605/ Dear John Letter. Take whoever loves you, leave everyone else behind. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VanMark/1462593/ Dorothy Parker. I adore this woman more than I can ever put into words, but damn it, I'll try. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VanMark/1462492/ Excerpts from The Soul - Part II. I’ma mess in the morning, from taunting demons the night beforeand in this tragic mess of my own creationI find inspiration, galore. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VanMark/1462175/ Medusa. Why do we love that which cannot love back? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VanMark/1461246/ My Heart's Blue Eyes. I have written countless love letters for the dead. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VanMark/1460200/ Heart of A Submissive. For me, this is two tales in one. It is the story of a submissive lover. It is the story of a religious follower. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VanMark/1459684/ Museless. I'd love to hear from other artists who might be able to relate, as I am feeling incredibly damaged at the moment. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VanMark/1455004/ A little note to myself. I felt the need to blurt out my feelings tonight, engage in a little conversation with myself. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VanMark/1451554/ Release of a cluttered mind, part I. Too many thoughts, regurgitating clutter. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VanMark/1000220/ The Prayer. I am smitten, truly. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VanMark/724488/ Mort De La Mort Anxiety has riddled me tonight, so I am coping the only way I know how. With the written word. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VanMark/722630/ The Artist. We have all, at one time or another, had to paint a lie. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VanMark/626309/ Romeo & Juliet, As They Would Have Been... Had they survived their untimely deaths... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VanMark/625889/ Oppression. A piece about how the worst evil can come from those who claim to be doing work of divine good. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VanMark/625474/ Lady Vice. A short piece inspired by the daily struggle, the war that is addiction. She is a treacherous beast... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VanMark/625426/ Autumn Leaves. A short piece about the realization of one's life coming toward it's final chapter. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VanMark/624421/