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- Jess A.M at allpoetry
i guess this is an apology poem,
- O where are thou? at allpoetry
Oh spirits that surround
the emptiness of my hardening - at the edge at allpoetry
i sit here at the edge of the carpet, editing my life on - too little too late at allpoetry
still pray that you see me
though forever and ever you will always - nothing to say at allpoetry
i wanted to take the i out of it - no words can ever say enough at allpoetry
no words can ever say enough no actions - you make me want to cry at allpoetry
you make me want to cry i vomit when i remember - nothing at all at allpoetry
i set out to call u today though - always a work in progress at allpoetry
as i have done since i came upon this page i have never rechecked a line- i just let the words fall wherever they may fall- i am nothing mo - The Loss of Everything (chapter IV) at storywrite
Joseph through think and thin, loved everything about Kay. He just would never have enough of her. Whether physically, spirit- or in the grappling mystery of life.
It was a - In the Loss of Lynne at storywrite
Joseph just didn't care anymore. His heart worn by what life had brought to him. He missed everything/everyone that he loved so much-though he realized he couldn't change a thi - a very short novel at storywrite
it explains itself in it's own verocity and rises from the depth of it's own excrement and blood! - The Modern Freak at storywrite
Joseph decided to go to N.Y.C. He hasn't been there since 2002. So he packed his bags, went down to the train station. He slept all night long riding the rail, on his way to go - She's always right at storywrite
Lynne, got upset at a story that Joseph wrote. They have been separated. Far from each other for weeks/months/years. She detested that he h - lives in the rain at storywrite
lives in the rain
by dj kingsbury - Elone at storywrite
Joseph layed on the couch. the house was bare and silent. He fell into his head, and landed in dreams..........................................
Joseph layed on the couch, st - The Irrevant dance of the MInd( a love story) at storywrite
She was/is brazen, as she is harsh. She had her hair chopped off. Her breasts perched out-like 2 glorious watermelons in the prison of her green shirt. She lipped each cigarett - Always A Time For Friends at storywrite
"Heart Breaking, Breaking heart
It's such a lonely sound - The Delirium of the Soul at storywrite
"Lynne never wants to talk to you again." convenyed Stacy.
"So be it- so be it." said Joseph with a tired, sulking grin- and a clenched fi - death of the white horse at storywrite
out of the upstairs windows
- from Siddharthas'
Daughter at storywrite
Humanity is dead.
All we have left behind is war,faminie,disease,hatred-this is our everlasting footprint. Our art,poetry, love has been exstigushed as the rivers, lakes, oc - the loss of everything(p
art 3) at storywrite
.........."You are being so selfish..." says leander
" i just want her to forget about me, thats why i just don't want you to say anything." says joesph - the loss of everthing(pa
rt 2) at storywrite
With the summer nearing it's end. Joesph panicked. He couldn't get her off his mind. They still found ways to be around eachother. Though without retailing what they had and fe - the loss of everything at storywrite
"the thrill is gone, i am free from your spell...all i can do is wish you well"
bb king "thrill is gone" - one day at storywrite
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!
It happen over night- what was known now had become the unknown. what seemed impossible, only a dream-now was truly reality. - One Way Street (ch 1 at storywrite
The stars seemed to glow in anger and pain on this fateful night. He stood behind the bushes watching for that familiar figure. He wasn't sure if he should stay or run away. He - To the reader at storywrite
This story has been in my heart for the last ten years. It is etched from my soul- dribbled in words for the masses to share upon and reflect. in blind moments it is hard to fi
