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Random First Lines:This rather short, APA style, undergraduate level, essay examines Critical Thinking in the modern world. My hope is that others will read this and... » Read
Busking is a hard way of life, and Ren prides himself on it. Known around town by being harder to shake off a corner than a migraine, He's surprisingly able to eke out a living with his music.
But things turn like bad fiction the night a girl breaks into his apartment, claiming to be a vampire....
Until you need me someday...
I wrote this for a special somebody from Alaska who made my heart come alive for the first time since my grade school crush.
I wish everything could be back to the way it was.
Poetry | Updated Jan 20, 2009 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 1
um... i guess this poem describes the passion that I feel sometimes.
Poetry | Updated Jan 19, 2009 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0
I love to run!!!!
Poetry | Updated Jan 16, 2009 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 3
By Ryan M Akers
A poem dedicated to Neal Cassady
Lock has never known anything but the cold, gray cement walls of a cell that, for fifteen years, she has called home. She sits on her rusted metal cot, one of two pieces of furnature in the Room, and stares at the wall, imagining her window, colour, plants, life, relief.
Well, nothing to great, I'm afraid. Actually, it's pretty crapola. But I got this Jazz CD for Chirstmas, and had to write this. I've listened to the thing about twenty times. Yeah, I get it; I'm obsessesed. XP
Poetry | Updated Jan 2, 2009 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
A fight to the death between two savage warriors. Surprising outcome. Wicked twists and turns. Disguised story line.
Ok I know this one isn't as good as my others. I keep feeling like there's something wrong with it, so if anyone can put their finger on it please tell me! But I had started a bunch of poems, with some lines here and there, and decided to try and fit them together. So, haha, this is what I came...
By Ryan Biff Dove
One day after staying up all night,
the jazz got the best of me,
a Ginsburg like muse came to me,
& had me decided to write to America for my peers.
tim mcclain has gotten more than he bargained for a house- he has a serial killer's ghost in it! can tim survive?
Book | Updated Jun 28, 2008 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1