BlondeHelmet

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darling, love: you hold me over a plateau, restless. those old flat-tops outside call. beat-browed, simian, red as footsoles. drooping, like kept petals. you cant expect me to wait, pressed ...

So which YWS users do you think have the potential to be on the bestseller's list - or some kind of equivalent - within twenty five years? ~Helmet~

Okay, how about this? Yeast Previously, processes allowed demonstration of advanced radioisotopic coinage. Dawning cells and the Kreb’s cycle - especially such a physiological yeast - was referred t

I wish I could have it just once more that corpulant ghost who taunts me behind bars dancing in greener grass and in incandescant department stores on the other side ...

This is a piece of speculative fiction regarding the outcome of the Scopes Monkey Trial which was held in Dayton, Tennesee in the twenties. The verdict in the actual trial ...

Demons armed with handguns guard the border; That painted line which divides hope from hell The bear-grass watches as day grows shorter If feet are fast enough, my pulse will ...

These lives so rapid that we lead, toiling down the path So bent on gain and affluence, slowing is the past But as time takes its toll with the memories ...

1. A thousand halogen suns burn the Astroturf at night, the sounds of the trumpet and the drums – bass, snare, cymbals – heralding our warriors: black and blue and ...

This looks cool. I might post a profile later. ~Helmet~

Hey there! This was written for a school assignment. It was supposed to be a descriptive writing personal narrative thing. Tell me how you like it! _______________________________________ Burning bush

This was a school assignment. I was supposed to write a poem about the conflict between palestinians and jews. ______________________ They worship in mosques Prayer mats unfurled Resting on ornamental

The price paid for freedom. The thought floated drearily through Aria's mind as she stood quietly, the dank, dark wind sluggishly sweeping through her hair. Aria wrapped her cloak tighter ...

Not badly written, but extremely short. This isn't a chapter, it's a paragraph. Write more before you post. You make us wonder about the bungalow but you stop there. Why?! ...

Snoink speaks the truth! Too many adjectives. But as she also says, cut 'em out and you've got a pretty bare lookin poem. You have a quandary. This poem is ...