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Heating UpIt was a scorcher today, a far cry from the cool rain storm from last week. At least I'm inside, enjoying both the air conditioning and an iced mocha. There wasn't much company here aside from the barista behind the counter and a few couples seated at the large windows, which took up the whole front of the shop. Convenient for me, since I spent my time glancing out every couple of seconds.Heating Up
She texted me this morning, saying she was able to get today off work. I replied, telling her that I'd meet her at our usual place, and that it's been too long since I've looked into her eyes. Knowing her, she probably rolled them upon reading that,
Graveside MusingsOn hallowed ground, its 10 'til noon.Graveside Musings
Their gossip may never cease
The incessant chatter has made me swoon
As I wait for my release.
While standing in the morning sun
I watch the cars go past
I wonder when my time will come
And how long my life will last.
Will I stay the course with principle
Or drown in lifes dismay?
To chance my life and risk it all
On silly games we play
Wars are fought and lost for oil
Yet more is
A Practice BoutThe start is called and she is still So I step up and cross her blade This bout's a thing of heart and will Steeling my own lest resolves fade I can feel her fingers trembling Vibrations travel through the steel I tip my hand, my fingers curling Within the grip, what do I feel? She hesitates and I extend As I step forward she retreats And then I feel the foil bend An Inch from where her heart beats The plastic sounds a hollow bump A halt is called and then we part Could she be in a kind of slump? I thought she'd give a stronger start At centerlineA Practice Bout
Cooling Off"Okay. Next time, I pick the movie.” I declared with a yawn as we stepped out of the theater. It was a cool autumn evening in the city. Somehow the sea air makes the traffic and congestion of this town more bearable. It was certainly preferable to my hometown. The clouds overhead threatened a downpour any second, but perhaps the wind will blow it off course. That didn't matter at all to me, so long as I had this beautiful girl by my side.Cooling Off
She turned her brown eyes toward me with a playful smirk at my words.
"What's this? The poet can't stand a little romance? Say it isn't so?” There was a hint of challenge in her voice
| The names Jack. Poet, Fencer, budding novelist, and former journalist. |
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...And along came the lesser known fifth horseman of the apocalypse; Bob
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