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Princess

She'll never take anyone with a name. Or a face. (reflective piece)

Don't Talk To Me About Love, Anymore

Feelings after a friend suffered from domestic violence

Club Hopping-Chapter 6

Nancy and Desiree' go club hopping and meet Adrian.

Vital Blue Deja Vu

The bittersweet reality of the deja vu fantasy..

A 123

A poem about numbers

Crossing The Road

The bus is packed: Mobile phones' Call sounds quiver The steamy air. Half-term teenagers Snuggle about conversations Of parties and propositions. A...

Little drinking song

Drunk man lying in my bed says he loves me, says I make him smile that's rare he says "I think I'm happy." oh! but whisper baby don't tempt fate don'...

E: THE BLACK KNIGHT

BLACK NIGHT The armor was heavy my shield lay by, In the saddle I was ready to win the fight or die. Crowds of people cheered the black night on, I...

If i knew

If I knew, If I knew it would be the last time, That I could see you fall asleep, I would tuck you in more tightly, And pray to the lord for you safe...

Come on England

Good luck boys

Many Thoughts of God

Can you hear them Milions of them Crying out for justice All of them searching for truth Many have died in that search But I remember Many have...

Losing myself in Atlantic City

confessions of a non-gambler

The person from Porlock

Why Coleridge never finished Kublai Khan

Without

i was having a great day. fantastic. it was friday. the work week was over. i stopped by the coffee shop and got my favorite treat, frozen mocha...

Quiet

wonderings and wanderings in a desert winter

The Sacredness Of The Japanese Tea Ceremony

A brief little description of the origins of the Japanese Tea Ceremony.

F: This Well Defined Darkness

"You don't talk like a Black Man", As if I must be cookie cut, And prove to all what I am. For you, I won't Hip-Hop or Rap, My Blues bleed Rock n...

C 5/29/02

Work diary; 5/29/02 You hear some sad stories from people when you handle insurance claims. It's a miracle some people survive whatever depressing...

Under the Sky of Dreams

A tribute to Neil Gaiman, and the Sandman.

What

Smell the taste Of unfulfilled dreams In the crevices Of unsaid words You can scream, But they will not hear, for if they choose They can not...

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