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Sometimes I have feelings music can't express.
Poetry | Updated Jan 20, 2010 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 3
A WOMAN AND HER MEMORY OF BABY LOSS.
Poetry | Updated Oct 30, 2009 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2
A GIRL AND HER OCD.
A WOMAN REMEMBERS HER FATHER.
Poetry | Updated Oct 12, 2009 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0
Feel the blues
Poetry | Updated Sep 4, 2009 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
I got the motel blues
Poetry | Updated Sep 1, 2009 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
I got the poontang blues.
From the top of my head to the bottom of my cowboy shoes...
Poetry | Updated Aug 31, 2009 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 1
After spending an afternoon playing with my one year old grandson, this song sort of wrote itself.
The MP3 is purely a demo for copyrighting purposes. My vocal skills are limited from lack of use. The guitar, lead guitar and string bass are me as well, all recorded in my home studio.
Robert Johnson wrote the song "Crossroads" during his short life. Eric Clapton and Cream brought it to a larger audience in the sixties. The movie "Crossroads" with Ralph Maccio (Karati Kid meets the blues) is based on this song. This poem is a play on the theme of that song.
A blues song about a condemmed man and his journey.
Poetry | Updated Mar 24, 2009 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
my dad was complaining about his hair and how it was falling off, and i came up with this xD
Poetry | Updated Jan 17, 2009 | Reads: 6 | Comments: 5 | Likes: 9
By Steve Sites
A short story about finding a little relaxation in an out of the way Mississippi bar with an old blues musician.
Short Story | Updated Dec 18, 2008 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
There seems to be a big thing about how if one dress in pink their supposed to act a certain way, same with black, thanks to sterotyping, but tell me, what if I dress in both?
Poetry | Updated Dec 6, 2008 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
This is a very summery poem. Which I really need now as the cold months are upon us and the chicory flowers are long gone.
Poetry | Updated Nov 29, 2008 | Reads: 5 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 3