Jessica{is inspired by the moon} > Writing | WritersCafe.org

So much is lost, yet the war wages on

Who ever thinks looking inside can be freshing is sadly mistaken

My finger tips brush along the cold stones as I drift down the river

Trucks speed down the rain slicked road disappearing from view behind the mountains forest covering In the dead of night they race towards their..

I have romantisized the late night ciggarette

The picture is the painting I wrote this for. I'd like some feedback on both, please and thank you!

Burn away the edges to ensure tht no one sees what was there ...all they can see, ...should be able to see, ......is a darkened edge No one shoul..

Have you ever seen a four year old beauty queen?

Never will I let you fade into the setting sun forgotten

All my efforts to clean (me) ...leave me putrid and flithy How can you look at me ...when I can't stand myself Aware of my own dysfunction, my ..