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Ummm... lemme think of something.
I'll get back to you on that.

Nevermind let's start here, with these words.

These stories may not be anything of importance.
I'm not looking to score points for the things that I've written from my heart, either.
I just need to get it down in a safe place for your eyes to look at.
... and mine.

If you care to critique, be as merciless as you will.
I leave no message unkept and I will get back to you on a work of your own to leave some input.

That said,
Welcome to my world.

My Stories

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  • The Way He Looks.
    I remember the way he looks with sunshine in his hair, goldenrod tints against obsidian and black, reflecting iridescence as moonlight off a magpie’s wings. I remember the way he looks when bewilderment falls upon him, those
    900 words, January 22
  • The Beauty Of Dying.
    The scent of decay, of the passing of the city, hangs in the air. I can smell the sweet scent clearly. The city is dying. Everyone knows it, but why do we stay here? The truth is, most of us don't. Most have moved out to live
    1200 words, 2 comments, January 25, 2008
  • I get on my knees in front of the TV screen.
    Prior to the day, I was rummaging through the cupboard underneath the living room television set in search of something of significance. Yes, I suppose you could say that through the Playstation 2 games, Walt Disney VHS's, an
    1300 words, January 25, 2008
  • Awaken Within.
    During life, it appears as if one is always challenged in a never ending battle. One is a boat floating upon the endless, exquisite, ocean. Thus days are calm, the ocean shining brightly before one's pools of life. Yet other
    1100 words, 1 comment, December 18, 2007

My Poetry

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  • I Love You Whoever You Are.
    For too long I have felt alone
    Too long have I have been on my own
    <100 words, 3 comments, December 18, 2007
  • For You To See.
    I lay here and I think of you, I bow down and I pray,
    <100 words, 2 comments, December 18, 2007
  • The Song Of Cassandra.
    If words could be unwritten and songs could be unsung, If rivers could run backwards and wrongs could be undone,
    100 words, 2 comments, December 18, 2007

My other items

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  • I Love You Whoever You Are. at allpoetry
    For too long I have felt alone Too long have I have been on my own
  • For You To See. at allpoetry
    I lay here and I think of you, I bow down and I pray,
  • The Song Of Cassandra. at allpoetry
    If words could be unwritten and songs could be unsung, If rivers could run backwards and wrongs could be undone,

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