jame1667

The End of a DreamThey tell me to move along,that it's time to move on,but I can't help but lingerat the gravesite.Others come to bury theirs.They leave so quickly,abandoning their ...

On WrestlingBefore I met The MatI was nothing.After I met The MatI was something.Life was simple now I has meaning.Life was dull now it has feeling.Before I met The MatI ...

Little BirdLittle bird, fly away, I can't hold you anymore.Who am I to keep you fromwhatever is instore?Little bird, don't be scared,I'll catch you if you fall.You were made to ...

What Happened to Bill Beck The parking lot was dark, almost pitch black, and sparsely populated with vehicles I didn’t care to pay attention to. I knew what I was ...

I wrote this for a creative writing prompt and decided it was a bit chiche, but I liked it. Poetic VoicePoetic voice,Poetic choice.Freedom for the free of mind;doorways of the ...

This still needs some work, so tear it apart.Nature of ManTo take something from someone that they love so much, they would die for it, is unjust,and it's nature is ...

Weakness?I'm locked in you-I am aware-trapt insideyour captive stare.Those amber eyesare my demise,the trojan horse of your disguise.But it's nothing toyour lullaby,the siren's songthat makes me cry,b

This was kind of an experiment of mine. I can't decide if I like it or not yet so tell me what you think.She Asked:She asked: Do you love me?If ...