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one last request
A Poem by
Wicked Jester
As she holds her crying baby tightly to her chest the tears of dispair run down her face as she begs for one last request "take me dear God and ..
one of a kind
A Poem by
Wicked Jester
Her parents must have been angels, there's no possibleway they were mortals her eyes can take you away to another place, like magical portals ..
The Meeting Request
A Story by
Wicked Jester
Hello, My fists would like to formaly request your face for a meeting to work out some issues. the meeting will start promptly at noon and last ..
results may vary
A Poem by
Wicked Jester
you do what you do to make the pain go away you say what they want to hear so they'll stay you act how you think you should you try to hide t..
choices...
A Poem by
Wicked Jester
in the garden of life when you try to pluck a rose you take the chance of getting hurt because even the most beautiful things may be hiding dangero..
sugar coated
A Poem by
Wicked Jester
I am a Pitbull machine gun waiting tobark some fire Just because I only tell the truths that suit my needs it doesn't make me a liar Hardcore ..
I can't remember the stippers name
A Story by
Wicked Jester
It was a friday evening, I had been looking forward to this alll week. I had heard about this stripper and was excited. I had seen all different ki..
The thank you note from a friend you hung with....
A Story by
Wicked Jester
To my dearest friend, I just wanted to let you know how much I appreciate being part of your life. I remember the day you saw me at the hardware..
red
A Poem by
Wicked Jester
everyday life consumes and angers me to the point I see "red" I try to hold it back, biting down hard on my bottom lip I feel wetness running..
what I am
A Poem by
Wicked Jester
The aborted fetus that refused to die the absolute truth hidden within the lie the rifle bullet that will penetrate every ounce of love turne..
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