Written about no one in particular. If you know her send her a get well card....
The window to her soul
Was shuttered tight and barred
Windows can be dangerous things
What you see can leave you scarred…
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Added by Rick Reiley on August 21, 2010 at 1:17pm —
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Hell's front entryway -
Bright relentless searing heat.
Texas in August.
Added by Jami Ward on August 21, 2010 at 5:46pm —
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Foamy white above,
Bubbly liquid gold below.
This beer gives good head.
Added by Jami Ward on August 19, 2010 at 11:04pm —
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Strange things happen here,
Like noises that don't belong
To this world. Hi, Mom!
Added by Jami Ward on August 18, 2010 at 11:30pm —
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You left me behind
But I still feel you out there.
I really miss you.
Added by Jami Ward on August 16, 2010 at 11:00pm —
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The trees have tresses;
A curtain outside my door.
Cascading ivy.
Added by Jami Ward on August 17, 2010 at 11:23pm —
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A burning, bright day retreated suddenly at the advance of a summer
squall in Nashville last Wednesday. Threatening skies churned out a
torrent of rain, pouring down in sheets on the downtown area. Outside
the Ryman Auditorium, an unsuspecting crowd scattered in all
directions, seeking shelter beneath the awning of a parking garage and
nearby buildings. For a brief moment, the streams washing down 4th
Avenue were…
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Added by Faith Phillips on August 17, 2010 at 10:00pm —
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“Are you telling me those albums I sold for practically nothing at a garage sale several years back are now worth something? Dang, I knew I should have hung onto those.” This was a recent conversation I had with a dear…
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Added by Dorraine Darden on August 17, 2010 at 12:18am —
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For those of you who aren't aware, I am a romance novelist. A novel concept considering I've been out of the romance/relationship and particularly dating arena for quite a few years. My last first date was actually in 1992. So, after reviewing my first (yet to be published) novel I questioned its authenticity or realistic value. I sat my 25 year old daughter down for a few questions.
"Okay," I queried. "What's the rule for a call back after the…
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Added by Diane Brown on August 16, 2010 at 6:40pm —
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'Starting School'
When I began the first grade mom would take me to Brooks Clothiers downtown to buy my t-shirts, underwear and my red label Farrah 'husky' jeans. Then off
to TG and Y next door to get pencils, my Big Chief tablet, and
crayolas. Oh and then around the corner…
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Added by Rick Reiley on August 16, 2010 at 12:30pm —
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Creative writing challenge #3 ~~
WHO AM I?
My music career began when I was 14 years old as a starlighter.
Man, I love a good Shindig!
Phil Spector was once my employer.
I attended Church often.
I love you in a place where there's no space or time.
I married a member of Sly & The Family Stone.
Added by Kevin Brown on August 15, 2010 at 2:29pm —
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Friday the thirteenth -
Supposed to be unlucky.
No problems here OWW!
Added by Jami Ward on August 13, 2010 at 7:30pm —
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Smooth sultry words spill from those lips. So tantalizing is the mixture of such melodious sounds coming from an awkward cowboy. Those slim beautiful fingers strum the guitar like it's home. . Sweet sounds of gospel are always close at hand. Daydreams wisp by of ponies and penguins. Makes you wish for one brief moment that you were from Texas.
Added by Ericka Gray on August 13, 2010 at 9:53am —
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Sleep is where the edges of reality bends and blurs.
Added by Ericka Gray on August 12, 2010 at 5:11pm —
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Buttons are magic!
Push the right one and you find
You're in a new world.
Added by Jami Ward on August 12, 2010 at 8:00pm —
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He held her hand as hard as he could, knowing that all his strength now was but a feeble echo of what it used to be. He realized that his grip was not to keep himself here but to keep her from going, to make her stay and listen.
"Promise me," he whispered. "Promise me that you won't stop them from taking this shell." He stopped speaking to try to pull enough air into his weakened lungs to finish. "This shell I'm in now," he continued. "Fucked over by that damned disease and then by the…
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Added by Jami Ward on August 12, 2010 at 1:00am —
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Sleep is submergence into surcease surrounded by a surfeit of surreal surprises.
Added by Jami Ward on August 11, 2010 at 11:30pm —
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Long black hair. Motown, Carole King influence. Peter Paul and Mary had three dogs one night. One sweaty Christmas in the Fifth dimension. God I miss her.
Added by Rick Reiley on August 11, 2010 at 9:42pm —
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Concave or Convex…
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Added by Kelsey Winterbottom on August 11, 2010 at 9:00pm —
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The beauty of his voice is that it is not pitch perfect. What clever entertaining ditties he creates. He sings of woman , life, cars, and guitars. He may even throw in a Tiki Bar.You hear his words come out of some of the worlds greats. They wish they had his mad writing skills.
Added by Ericka Gray on August 11, 2010 at 7:38pm —
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