| This Started as a Reply to a Comment on One of My Poems
| | To tell you the truth (or at least mine), the only time writing annoys me is when I'm not doing it. Reading is annoying sometimes, but writing fills me with a greater sense of satisfaction than almost... | | Words: | 845 | | Comments: | 1 | | Status: | Public |
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| I Gave You Life
| You glare at me foundationally,
Decrying my inconsistency, my wasted effort.
Immovable, you... | | Words: | 47 | | Comments: | 6 | | Status: | Public |
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| The World
| | Sometimes, the world outside calls to me and prevents me from doing anything but its bidding. ... | | Words: | 109 | | Comments: | 1 | | Status: | Reader |
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| Poem (In Progress)
| I write.
I write for free, mostly.
If anything, my writing costs.
I write for... | | Words: | 95 | | Comments: | 6 | | Status: | Reader |
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| Never Thinking
| She left her old home in the seventeenth year
Believing in something it lacked
She planned her whole world then attacked
Though cards all against her were stacked
And all of her movements... | | Words: | 311 | | Comments: | 4 | | Status: | Public |
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| Weak Days
| I am so boredâ?¦
with you,
and you,
and you,
and... | | Words: | 12 | | Comments: | 4 | | Status: | Public |
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| The Fog Grows Thicker
| American teacher, what do you teach?
That money rewards are all we can reach?
Turn a young... | | Words: | 235 | | Comments: | 10 | | Status: | Public |
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| For Her, From Him
| Sorry that I couldnâ??t warn you,
Sorry that I couldnâ??t say,
Just exactly what I felt... | | Words: | 467 | | Comments: | 6 | | Status: | Public |
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| History (in Progress)
| Television, telephone, tell a friend and tell a clone,
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| The Irreconcilability of Needs
| | She woke up late again today. She had so many things that she needed to do daily that she sometimes got so tired she spent her waking hours trapped in a haze of sleep-deprived hallucinationsâ??flits of... | | Words: | 981 | | Comments: | 1 | | Status: | Public |
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| Fortunate Cookie
| INT. BEDROOM â?? DAY
"Yer Blues" by the Beatles plays. A slow PAN around a dimly lit,... | | Screen Plays | | Updated: | 18-03-07 |
| Words: | 4482 | | Comments: | 2 | | Status: | Reader |
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| Memorial
| | The memorial begins in an hour. The First Presbyterian Church of Union Park. All the people that loved herâ?? and those that love themâ?? put on their best mourning wear, comb their hair just right, cover... | | Words: | 408 | | Comments: | 1 | | Status: | Public |
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| Morning Poem
| | When I was leaning over to make sure the alarm was off,... | | Words: | 256 | | Comments: | 4 | | Status: | Public |
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| 47th U.S. President Thomas H. Kendall, 1976 - 2032
| Part I
As a young boy Thomas Henry Kendall had shown natural talent for song. His gift for music had also been recognized by his high school instructors. But things had gone poorly for... | | Words: | 2122 | | Comments: | 0 | | Status: | Public |
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| Checkmate
| "I don't want to be a biography--clinical and sterile.
I want to be a novel--passionate,... | | Words: | 213 | | Comments: | 2 | | Status: | Public |
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| Two Different Things
| I figured it out!
Itâ??s not that you should live life
without regrets.... | | Words: | 27 | | Comments: | 5 | | Status: | Public |
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| Lakefront Blues
| All the lakefront houses have big TVâ??s
And little children saying, â??Mom and Dad, please
Wonâ??t... | | Words: | 177 | | Comments: | 3 | | Status: | Public |
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| A.R.V.
| Written in every self-assured phrase
Of her descriptive prose, manifested
Manifestos, and open... | | Words: | 209 | | Comments: | 4 | | Status: | Reader |
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| The Trip (mine, yours, ours)
| Tired on the road, I canâ??t remember where Iâ??m going
Behind my back a mighty wind, but now my face... | | Words: | 448 | | Comments: | 1 | | Status: | Public |
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| Transcendental Facticity Blues
| Another day gone on too long, all wrong
Way too head strong, loveâ??s gone, move on
Slipping and... | | Words: | 171 | | Comments: | 6 | | Status: | Public |
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| Five Minutes
| INT. DINGY STUDIO APARTMENT -- AFTERNOON
A FAT DISGUSTING NERD burns himself eating pizza. He has a hissy fit and drools on himself, dropping the slice onto the kitchen table.
The slice... | | Words: | 1315 | | Comments: | 0 | | Status: | Reader |
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| Pillow Thoughts
| | Now that she woke me... | | Words: | 219 | | Comments: | 6 | | Status: | Public |
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| E S O T E R I C
| | Everything everyone says... | | Words: | 30 | | Comments: | 5 | | Status: | Public |
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| The Gauntlet
| | I've heard stories about soldiers in foxholes... | | Words: | 150 | | Comments: | 1 | | Status: | Public |
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| Oscar-vations With Felch
| | The camera centered on the ample cleavage wrapped exquisitely in silk, displaying the natural attributes that put the beauty on stage for all to see and admire. One billion people like Jon, looking at... | | Creative Non-Fiction | | Updated: | 26-02-07 |
| Words: | 327 | | Comments: | 1 | | Status: | Public |
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| The Next Big Release
| Two broke-dick losers dress like Mormons and steal bikes so they can raise money to buy equipment for their band. Scott... | | Short Stories | | Updated: | 26-02-07 |
| Words: | 5137 | | Comments: | 2 | | Status: | Reader |
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| 2nd Person Challenge -- You
| | You turn off your Kenwood and get out of your car. You collect your keys and head towards the front... | | Words: | 402 | | Comments: | 2 | | Status: | Public |
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| Cheese
| | Has anyone really had dull cheddar?... | | Words: | 237 | | Comments: | 0 | | Status: | Public |
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| A Sexual Poets
| | The magnificent spring of 1850 seemed to inspire love for everyone, except Walt. When I found him pulling leaves of grass from the lawn and talking to them, I knew he needed a lady. My sister's... | | Flash Fiction | | Updated: | 22-02-07 |
| Words: | 890 | | Comments: | 1 | | Status: | Public |
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