Luz
@Luz
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Scarlett Blues
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First you must be able to spell. NOT<BR> 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 prize.
I think that I shall never see a beer as lovely as a tree<BR> the brew that joe's pub has on tap with golden base and fomey cap<BR> The golden brew I drink all day <BR> until my memory melts away<BR> poems are made by fools like me <BR> but only
heaven's blue and violet shadows<BR> captive in forgotten dreams<BR> 'tis in memories where her soul forever roams<BR> and she waits for he who knows
"Lilith Who Knew Love"<BR> The Dark Moon Goddess<BR> Sits on her throne<BR> And is lost to an infinite expanse<BR> Of shadows and regrets.<BR> <BR> She feels the vein of humanity<BR> Pulsing blood, red and warm.<BR> She sees mortality <BR> Grow and whithe
Hemingway the sun also rises a take of on his years in paris and spain great book. Also a very interesting love story.
The sacred word:<BR> <BR> EGO
Would I would like to say to my figgin English teacher if she wasn't a friggin conformist to traditional english literary values.<BR> <BR> Background: Nabokov's Criticism of Dostoevski<BR> <BR> Nabokov?s response to the writings of Dostoevski is that they
?Ode to a Fresh Baked Cinnabun?<BR> Cinnabun I love the way you smell sooo good. . .<BR> warm in the morning.<BR> Love to like the sugary sweetness off your gooey top.<BR> Love to pull you apart piece by steaming piece,<BR> though you scorch my fingerti
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 w
she takes it all in, and a soft trace of red lipstick leave a mark.
The hot pink lights shine brightly, the lights which come from the sign which greets, "welcome"
She hears the piano playing softly, while the jazz band sing to her ears
She smirks a bit while she places the wine glass down.
She remembers her past and sometimes comes here to gather up these memories
To her right, she sees a man, about 6 foot with dirty facial hair and classy side burns, who looks as if he's searching for his lost love
His eyes are fixed on the bar table as his fingers are barely touching his glass cup
his eyes droop with sadness, she stares at him for a bit with stern eyes.
To himself, he repeats these few words, "alicia...alicia..."
She slaps the wine glass onto the table and orders another shot
the bartender pours while his eyes look upward toward her face.
He asks, "so what brings you here?"
She doesnt stare back at him but just smiles a bit and says, "no reason. sometimes a person just has to remember their past if you know what i mean."
The bartender doesnt speak a word, just nods while grabbing a towel to wipe the table.
She looks up at the man with the sad eyes and embraces all her surroundings, the jazz band, the bartender, the lights.
And thinks to herself, "just another memory.."