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Smoky Jazz In The City

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
Bad day at the office

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
Dieing In Venice

100 words, 1 comment, April 21
Waiting

love and loss
Chapter one

500 words, 3 comments, March 26

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Smoky Jazz

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

<100 words, May 12. In Thoughts, Other, Contemporary, My own style, Freewrite
The Night Life.

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.

<100 words, April 21. In Angst, Contemporary, Dark, Life, Other, Thoughts, Weird, Abstract, jazz
A project idea for you.

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

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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. /

Chronicles of me and me and myself 4/18/09

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?
Chronicles of me and myself 4/15/09

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.

April 15, In Contemplative, First person, Life, Love, My life, Romance. 500 words. → Make first comment?
So look whats going on. 4/13/09

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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