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LuckholeShow poetry

i've gotten too old for my dreams, outgrown them i guess. i can't bring myself to say i've given up entirely, but everyday i let pass without holding a pen to paper makes it harder to deny. call it writer's block, call it mental constipation, call it an amateur hiatus, just don't call it hopeless.
i never used to question my motivation for writing; on the surface there was none, i just did it because i could, like jaywalking or having a second piece of chocolate cake. i just felt like it.
where has that easy feeling gone? did i do something to offend the muses so badly they've left me for dead? have i just gotten lazy? but i've always been lazy! the act of writing never felt like work before, and the longer i stay away the harder it is to start. the page never looked so blank, mirroring my own empty stare; the pen never felt so impotent, so utterly useless.
so i've returned. it's been a long time since i posted anything, longer still since i've posted anything good. but i gotta give myself another chance, after all, it could be my last one. no one knows how much time we have, only that it's not enough. don't waste it.

My Poetry

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  • short of joining the mile high club
    i've had every kind of sex there is
    31 lines, August 21
  • what i don't know won't hurt me
    what i don't know could kill me
    7 lines, August 18
  • when i had the time
    i wrote down every rhyme
    23 lines, December 28, 2006
  • i can forgive all the lies
    br
    33 lines, 4 comments, November 22, 2006

My Stories

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  • The old couple came to see me again today. They're hearing weird noises in their kitchen and think the poltergeist is back. I think it's
    561 lines, 2 comments, April 8, 2005. In , <600 words, Fantasy
  • Sometimes it's small things, they hide car keys or disappear important letters, loosen door knob screws or jam keyholes.  They like to mess with keys and doors especially.
    548 lines, 3 comments, April 8, 2005. In <200 lines, Fantasy
  • The Complex is exactly that.  It's a sort of laboratory where paranormal scientists run peculiar tests on the specimens I and other hunters capture and bring in.  I s
    499 lines, 2 comments, April 7, 2005. In <200 lines, Fantasy

Guest Book

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  • Jcsketch82 : Hey lov, on August 30
    Hey girly, thanks for the comments. It's good to see you writing again. Sorry it's taken me so long to get back to you, but life has been insanely busy of late.
  • nolazydaizy on May 17, 2007
    reading your page i feel like i know exactly what you're talking about. writing used to be, if not easy, simple. it doesn't quite seem that way anymore. maybe we could try again together? that might be nice.
  • Jcsketch82 on October 28, 2006
    Hi, you's how is life??
  • Max Ritvo on July 3, 2006
    Luck... remember me?

    Your long lost dead son?

    I'm back to writing... it's time to start up like it was a few years ago!

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