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Names Brenden.

My Stories

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  • ciggete smoke is curling around my fingers, quiet jazz is playing from the record on the table next to me. The sun has gone down in the city, it is late but yet it does not sleep it never does. I can hear so many things, the
    200 words, May 12. In First person, Jazz, Personal, Poem
  • I saw it there so I grabbed it. Ever one has once or twice in there life that they want to do something wrong or terrible,I just did it why not you only live once. It was a gun. Black sleek I could see the grip in front of m
    500 words, 2 comments, April 23. In Contest, Crime, Dark, Death, First person, Hmm, Horror, Murder

  • 100 words, 1 comment, April 21
  • love and loss
    Chapter one
    500 words, 3 comments, March 26

My Poetry

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  • ciggete smoke is curling around my fingers, quiet jazz is playing from the record on the table next to me. The sun has gone down in the city, it is late but yet it does not sleep it never does. I can hear so many things, the
  • I sit on the rusted balcony.
    The sounds of the city float up to my late night perch above the city. I close my eyes and take it in.
  • Beat. Yes a simple word, in it's self means little. You say Beat most people think fist fights and sporting events but for the few more enlightened readers it means American Lit as well as poetry of all types from haiku
    <100 words, December 17, 2007

My other items

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  • A project idea for you. at allpoetry
    Beat. Yes a simple word, in it's self means little. You say Beat most people think fist fights and sporting events but for the few more enlightened readers it means American Lit as well as poetry of all types from haiku
  • sickness of class at allpoetry
    I have seen many things and maybe that’s why I hate every thing I see / I have seen rich grow fat in mansions of stone and steel set high upon hills they giggle at the dirty faces of the poor / there medicine
  • lifes search at allpoetry
    If I live or die / I do not mind / as long I live / in a happy time. /

My journal entries

  • So I saw Sam today, well yesterday at this time but you get the idea. when we first dated she was not into the whole physical affection thing. But now she is. Thats a huge plus. i' not talking about sex either just general showing of love adn such kissing and what not you get the idea if you dont your doing somethi
    April 17, In Diary, First person, Life, Love, Romance, Self.  200 words. Make first comment?
  • So I have decided to start a Chronicles of relationships starting from today. I'l give you backround info on the girl but pst relationships are in the past unless it comes up. Sure no one will probably read this but i dont care. This should be kinda intresting day to day shit with romance or lack off in the mix.
  • I'm back home. I spent a year in Conneticut. There are many reasons I went there, One was I grw up there till I just turned 15 and at 19 i wanted to go back another was well I was in a relatiosnip that at th tie I thought was dead in the water. It was not now I lost her. Any ways on saturday night i went to a h
    April 13, 300 words. Make first comment?

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  • Bree Birichino 23 : zohmygawsh on July 29, 2008
    thers no entrys in here does tht mean i have first
    heck yea!!
    thts aweomse!!!!
    XD

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