Color me impressed with myself.


September into TwilightSeventeen days long, his self imposed exile from the world had been slowly dwindling to its twilight. With a call to his mother, and an email to an associate he met at college he was building a bridge back to the real world. His answering machine blinked a signal beacon to his loneliness, stuck on the repetitive staccato blip of the number 33. It increased at least by one, daily. Questions like how are you? giving way to are you alright? giving way to where on earth are you? his mothers concerned are you still alive? shocking him from the stagnant bog of his apartment that still bore theSeptember into Twilight


untitled -work in progress-It was with the sculptured grace, and a gait most would call experience with which she walked toward the waiting cab. She ducked her head, and tucked her legs in with one deft motion. Not revealing a hint of the potential social blunder made most popular by avidly photographed Hollywood starlettes these days. Though she was far less popular, entering a car wearing a skirt without underwear was the same kind of dangerous, no matter how famous you were.untitled -work in progress-
South street seaport." she said, plainly, in lieu of any kind of salutary gesture.
The driver offered a labored sigh in lieu of response, as he shifted the cab i
I have no talent but my household pests do, you should hear the sonnets my mice write.
Yo, I'm the notorious H.A.G. ( Hungry Aphid Guy)
I like the lovely lady bugs and I like parsley
And when I eat the parsley I'm a sight to see
All the pretty ladybugs wanna get down with me
I keep it real in the planter
Hanging onto the window ledge Aphid life
Even though sometimes the spray can hurts
You gotta keep eating the parsley inspite the strife
Even the Roman Chamomile fears the notorious H.A.G.
And the Cockroaches they want to copulate with me
I just keep it real chewing the parsley
I'll see you on the Tuscan Oregano next time I M.C.
Killing Each Other with Hate
written by Ernest Lehman, Jerome Robbins, & Arthur Laurents
(Maria is kneeling over Tony's murdered body)
Maria: (to both gangs) Stay back!!
(She stands, and puts her hand out to Chino, motioning for the gun. Dazed, he gives it to her)
Maria: How do you fire this gun Chino? By pulling this little trigger!? How many bullets are left Chino? Enough for YOU? Or YOU? All of you!! You ALL killed him! And my brother! And Riff! Not with bullets and knives! With HATE! Well, I can kill now too, because now I have hate!!! How many can I kill Chino? How many -- and still have one bullet left for me? Don't touch him!!
--- Watching the grass grow is much better than pushing up daisys or making compost of other lives.
Hey its me, Your nephew. im surprised of how many articles of you are on google O.O
pedo bear!? for shame. hahahaha
whats up with you?
but someone did. i was over my cousins house on saturday and we were on the trampoline. then my cousin constantine walks outside and asks me about this bulletin i posted long ago, asking if i remember it. i said that yes, i do remember. he asked me if i could send him the links again because he was reading the one called "The Longest Shower" and he said that it was absolutely amazing. but his computer crashed so he had to restart it and couldnt get the links again. he said "this guy better write a book, cuz its gonna be amazing" i told him id most definitely send him the links. he also liked the one called "A Day Underground"
i know you dont know me at all, but i just thought ud like to know that. keep up the work!
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"People who think too much are less fun" - Tom Kaulitz
Why don't you join the poetry contest from [link] ?
It's free and every nitwit such as myself who enters gets a small gift
but someone like you might win one of their $10 000 or $100 000 prizes.
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