Jammy

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StoryCrush. Jammy012 years 1 week ago
StoryCarnauba Enigma Jammy012 years 1 week ago
StoryAlone. Jammy012 years 1 week ago
StoryA childs view of California. Jammy012 years 1 week ago
CollectionPoems. Jammy012 years 1 week ago
CollectionDraft. Jammy012 years 1 week ago
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 stories

Crush.

By Jammy on Mon, 17 Jul 2006

How my attention wavers so rapidly flits from prey to person Eclipses his dullness with your brazen potential How all thoughts of that brash hopeful have been replaced in a snap by your purity your purity of which you are dumb to
Love
Poem
Certificate PG

Alone.

By Jammy on Mon, 17 Jul 2006

A silvery snow breathes a sigh of relief, Darkest marbled blue. A new chance to be. The sun it shines brightly -Yet the weather is cold. I'll always remember, What I have been told. The day she turned bad,
Miscellaneous
Poem
Certificate 12

Needing a meaning.

By Jammy on Mon, 17 Jul 2006

Here I am, In my obvious circumstances. Never held anything unknown. -'Nor have I seen, or tasted. But I have felt something strange. The sweet oblivion. Of a summers evening. As the mossy growth surrenders.
Miscellaneous
Poem
Certificate PG

Medication.

By Jammy on Mon, 17 Jul 2006

Controlled by an ugly chemical farce There's a method to my madness And as I sit, my eyes they dance To contradict my sadness. And as I cry they scope away And scuttle, scream and kick Carrying with them
Miscellaneous
Poem
Certificate 12

Writing.

By Jammy on Mon, 17 Jul 2006

Sweat escapes from nib to page A darkened bitter sight And even at, this jaded age, I make sense of it all as I write. A splintered future, left unmarked The dreams I owned were thieved Taken by a shadowed hand
Autobiography
Poem
Certificate 12

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