First you must be able to spell. NOT I have always wanted to, I did write a play once and it was proformed. Its kind of like Steve Wright said I would kill for a nobel peace…
I think that I shall never see a beer as lovely as a tree the brew that joe's pub has on tap with golden base and fomey cap The golden brew I drink all day until my memory melts away poems are made by fools like me but…
heaven's blue and violet shadows captive in forgotten dreams 'tis in memories where her soul forever roams and she waits for he who…
"Lilith Who Knew Love" The Dark Moon Goddess Sits on her throne And is lost to an infinite expanse Of shadows and regrets. She feels the vein of humanity Pulsing blood, red and warm. She sees mortality Grow and…
Hemingway the sun also rises a take of on his years in paris and spain great book. Also a very interesting love…
Would I would like to say to my figgin English teacher if she wasn't a friggin conformist to traditional english literary values. Background: Nabokov's Criticism of Dostoevski Nabokov?s response to the writings of Dostoevski is that…
?Ode to a Fresh Baked Cinnabun? Cinnabun I love the way you smell sooo good. . . warm in the morning. Love to like the sugary sweetness off your gooey top. Love to pull you apart piece by steaming piece, though you scorch my…
Alright. If you plan on critiquing this, please be gentle as it took me countless hours to write (even such a small amount). I wrote this about a year ago all by myself. I have another sample of a part of a screenplay I wrote with my boyfriend, but I…
The lanterns lit and the shades of orange glowed against my skin.
The galaxies that existed in my eyes now spread it's wings and fell into the pit of my lonely heart.
I held the lantern so dear to me.
Only to face reality.