| More of a joke than a serious poem, about an interview between a man and Death himself. One of my early works. |
| More of a joke than a serious poem, about an interview between a man and Death himself. One of my early works. |


I miss youHey girl, its been a while hasnt it? Im sorry it took so long, I just never got the chance to write to you lately. How are you doing? Enjoying the new place? I bet you are, even Im kind of jealous, its just too bad I couldnt come with you, but then again, Im sure you wouldnt want that huh? HeheI miss you
Its still the same old story back here, trust me, youre not missing anything. Its a clear day today, surprised? Yeah, the rains left a few days ago, its still cold though. I miss you, its been really quiet since you left, and I cant stop thinking abou


Her GardenDawn A lonely seed Hoping for rain to fall Reaching little arms to the sky WaitingHer Garden
Light breaks The horizon clears Flower wakes Following the sun
From empty field Her children sing The garden grows Frolicking in the wind
Radiant spring The evening glows Rain drops The sun sets
Dusk A fading bloom Rest on cold damp soil Dreaming of when morning comes Sleeping
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"I've started to read almost every book on my shelf. I think I'm keeping several bookmark companies in business." - *Memnalar
*Adopt-A-Writer | =DailyDeviants | `seniormentors | =Trashrock | *Writers-Workshop
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Call me 'Bang', 'James Bang'
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Hello world! I love you.
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Call me 'Bang', 'James Bang'
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Hello world! I love you.
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"A little sincerity is a dangerous thing, and a great deal of it is absolutely fatal."
- Oscar Wilde
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Call me 'Bang', 'James Bang'
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