Derrek Wesley Steven Gaspard
|
 |
MechanicsA Story by Derrek Wesley Steven Gasp..I force myself to write sometimes even when I have no idea what to write about. |
|
The short sort of things you expect from me.A Story by Derrek Wesley Steven Gasp..Who is Lance? Is this a metaphore? Is that really funny or is this badly written?!! What? |
|
A pool of satisfactionA Poem by Derrek Wesley Steven Gasp.."I wrote this while at work", confessed the administrative assistant. |
|
Ugly lonely crazy coward.A Story by Derrek Wesley Steven Gasp..Ugly lonely crazy coward. “I decided to sleep for a long long time”, he said. Deeply he wrapped himself in his lethargical pain, sleepi.. |
|
MasksA Poem by Derrek Wesley Steven Gasp..Here we are Disguised for eyes with a conceived point of view Hiding away the I and you Wishing to resolve the difference we feel which confl.. |
|
blazefairA Poem by Derrek Wesley Steven Gasp..My face sunbathes Turning brown against a dull blue and grey sky The ground throbs white, perspiring smokey mist An unbelievable month An unbeli.. |
|
She was mad.A Story by Derrek Wesley Steven Gasp..Something I might put some time into, I don't know yet. |
|
We human being born of the dustA Story by Derrek Wesley Steven Gasp..If you were to define yourself, on a completely two dimensional level, how would you do it? Who or what would you be? Me? Me, I would stab at the dark.. |
|
HorsedrawnA Poem by Derrek Wesley Steven Gasp..A dissertating letter of addressing to one who will be 10/10/05 Sing to me Sing to me just for a little while We are being being in love Brushe.. |
|
Young men, Tall ShadowsA Story by Derrek Wesley Steven Gasp..Two black birds were talking as they stood in a puddle in a green field of low cut grass. White flower blossoms had peaked through the cropp.. |
first
prev
Profile
Writing
Friends
Share This