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For once in my lifeI have nothing to writebut now, nothing is something thatalways feels right, aswriting that nothingof something so lightand writing..
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I speak to her with my eyesbut her ears hear only silenceAnd her pounding heart matchesthe pace with which she walks awayMy ears hear only footsteps.M..
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Ain't it always when we seeour reflection staring back at we,it's cleaner than 'that other guys'I suppose it comes as no surprise.I listen to the ster..
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These are the lyrics to one of my songs: for my music, go to www.soundcloud.com/jerimiah-black
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Insults, insults, are no fununless you insult everyone.Insults,insults, aren't a gameunless your victim feels the shame.Insults, insults, go to showwh..
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This is a short poetic work about the struggle of test-taking. Enjoy.
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she isas breath to a whisperandsound to a song
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A work delving into a dark part of my childhood growing up in poor and violent neighborhoods. If you have any questions about the language used in the..
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A Story by J. B.
This piece is a mixture of free verse poetry and short story styles of writing. I hope you all enjoy it, and let me know what you think :)
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For such sweet beginningsThe end is bitter and hard to swallowFor such winds that bore me upwardsTurned to a storm to swiftly followIt's disposition t..
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