The Playground of a Prostitute |
She had more than her own corner. She was everywhere. Men would seek her out and fall at her feet. She bled them dry time and again. But when a man's soul is empty what else does he have to fill it wi... Posted by .j on Tue, 06 Feb 2007 05:46:00 PST |
A Mercy Killing |
They were all dying. There was no weeping. There were no screams of pain. Just a silent, prolonged death."Why!? How do they continue to let her get away with this!?" he pleaded.They responded by telli... Posted by .j on Wed, 20 Dec 2006 04:40:00 PST |
Whispers of Good Intentions |
Damn that prostitute. Damn that whore for taking my hard earned dollars. The dollars that she will continue to take from me. The life she has drained from me and continues to drain. Damn her for that ... Posted by .j on Wed, 06 Dec 2006 07:59:00 PST |
A Prostitute with a New Dress |
I often find myself wavering back and forth on my feelings toward this city. A city fresh with many parks and biking trails. A city that will paint itself up quite nicely in a festive holiday mood.But... Posted by .j on Mon, 16 Oct 2006 08:15:00 PST |
Repost: Volunteering in Mississippi |
I realized recently that I never wrote about my time as a volunteer for the relief effort for Hurricane Katrina in Pascagoula, Mississippi. The truth is, I never did this for any recognition. I told e... Posted by .j on Mon, 25 Sep 2006 06:21:00 PST |
Closer - Track One |
I don't believeYou're any closer to the truth than meI can't believe inThe words you have chosen to speakWhere do you get offThat the ideals and beliefsYou so strongly holdAren't just for you but for ... Posted by .j on Sat, 19 Aug 2006 03:14:00 PST |
Make Me Feel |
I had this all put into words an hour ago. In my head. Then again, maybe it never could be put into words. Eyes fading open and shut with every line. Hold that note as loud and as long as poss... Posted by .j on Thu, 09 Feb 2006 10:04:00 PST |
Get It Right |
"To live the life like a child and never to forget what I know loving is." I'm going to see them again someday. We each have one shot in life to get it right... to do right by your family. To kee... Posted by .j on Thu, 09 Feb 2006 10:03:00 PST |
Plugged In |
There is something magical about playing guitar. Not so much the actual playing of the instrument but rather the creativity. I've been learning for the past four years. I'm not as good as perhaps I sh... Posted by .j on Thu, 09 Feb 2006 10:03:00 PST |
Finding Life |
"I suppose a single guy like you is at the strip joint in Cosmos every weekend." "No. I don't need that kind of nightlife." "Atta boy." Man, that felt good to have my grandpa back me up on tha... Posted by .j on Thu, 09 Feb 2006 10:00:00 PST |