Jammy

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StoryCrush. Jammy011 years 12 months ago
StoryCarnauba Enigma Jammy011 years 12 months ago
StoryAlone. Jammy011 years 12 months ago
StoryA childs view of California. Jammy011 years 12 months ago
CollectionPoems. Jammy012 years 56 min ago
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StoryWhy I dislike Rod. Jammy012 years 1 month ago
StoryWriting. Jammy012 years 1 month ago
StorySlippery creature. Jammy012 years 1 month ago
StoryParty shyness. Jammy012 years 1 month ago
StoryNeeding a meaning. Jammy012 years 1 month ago
StoryMedication. Jammy012 years 1 month ago
StoryLet down. Jammy012 years 1 month ago
StoryMaking do. Jammy012 years 1 month ago
StoryStuttered, shallow sentiments. Jammy012 years 1 month ago
StoryIn dedication. Jammy012 years 1 month ago
StoryFalling. Jammy012 years 1 month ago
StoryDraft Jammy012 years 1 month ago

My collections

Draft.
Poems.

My stories

Why I dislike Rod.

By Jammy on Mon, 17 Jul 2006

Held in your mendacious grip Stuck fast between the two fires -Of your parlous lust. I yield. Succumbing, death rattling, you slippery bastard. I never asked for it, yes it is what I want. Against my morals, I had begun to value you too.
Horror
Poem
Certificate 18

A childs view of California.

By Jammy on Mon, 17 Jul 2006

The beauty seems too much tonight As I just hide away Dreams of that wretched sight His face solemn clay Eyes drew back Perceive the past As seen a frightening dream A glamorous life Decayed and torn
Miscellaneous
Poem
Certificate PG

Carnauba Enigma

By Jammy on Mon, 17 Jul 2006

The fraudulence, a shaking hand. Created on a whim. So silently, serene you stand. You ornamental thing. Stuck inside your waxed attire. An ominous ire. Stuck in me, you serve each day, Evolving in your polished vigour.
Miscellaneous
Poem
Certificate U

Slippery creature.

By Jammy on Mon, 17 Jul 2006

I think you mock me as you sit there, stiff and boyish - Accomplished You promoted yourself as superior once you'd tidily slipped that vile liquid down my arid throat it was warm. And it burned.
Love
Poem
Certificate PG

Party shyness.

By Jammy on Mon, 17 Jul 2006

I didn't know you before I saw you But the instant that door was ajar You claimed the room as yours And I, part of that submissive furniture - Was yours, as you pleased So I hid in that chair and shuddered as you came
Love
Poem
Certificate PG

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