Friday assignment 3

The stars had disappeared, the clouds were rolling in. It was beginning to drop in temperature. It had already gone down at least four degrees. The air was misty and the moon was barely peaking out. All light was gone except for the street lights. That's were I stood planning the events of the evening. Preparing to create my paradise. The smoke from my cigarette circled my head and the lamp post. Drops of water glistened on my brow. The can of gasoline made a soft tinkering sound as it was hit.

Friday assignment 2

As she sat at home one night a knock suddenly came to the door. The neighbor told Connie that his wife wanted her for a moment. She went to see what was needed. When she arrived the neighbors wife began yelling at Connie. Connie stood there saying nothing, blank faced and unknowing.

Friday assignment 1

The crash came suddenly, horrifying and memorable. We were driving down the road, where the sun shone in a crimson hue upon the river when the fight began. I remember listening to "suicide and other comforts" by Cradle Of Filth when she hurled her book into the backseat. She screamed "God will you shut that shit off." My only reply was, You can be such a bitch, sometimes I wish you would die. Suddenly the chair my mom died in appeared in the middle of the road. Of course it was only a flashback to the chair, but none the less I swerved to miss it. As I swerved her head struck the side window with such force that it split wide open. I slammed on the brakes and slid into another vehicle. As the cars collided her head bounced of the headrest and into the windshield snapping her neck and killing her instantly. I'm sure someone, somewhere will miss her, but I certainly won't.

More nonsense

Philosophical Flow

The moon waxes and wanes.
The tides ebb and flow.
Flowers bloom and die.
That's the way life goes.

Days are long but short.
Years are that way too.
Friends come and go.
Which one's are always true?

Night comes and goes.
Love is found and lost.
Happiness is like the wind.
Rustling and often tossed.

Family is close but fights.
Sleep is here and there.
Death comes to us all.
Often with despair.

Desha Gregory

Second piece of poetic nonsensse

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Mind and body,
all as one.
Soul set free,
to have some fun.
A world of chaos,
what's to gain.
The world will burn,
it's all to plain.
Death has come,
the time is here.
For all to die,
we'll disappear.
Such a pity,
what a shame.
Life is gone,
but who's to blame.
Suicide a pasifists notion.
Life without violence,
such devotion.
It's to late,
there's much to fear.
Life is gone,
Hell is here.

Desha Gregory

Class free-writing exercise

It's the most memorable and horrifying thing in the house to me. The chair just inside the living room door. The chair my mom died in. I remember it like it just happened. I was nine years old when the aneurysm hit her. it was quick and painless but it messed me up a great deal. I was sitting on her lap sharing a bowl of popcorn and watching Jaws. It wiped out 100% of her brain instantly turning her into a vegetable. This was 22 years ago and on her birthday and the day it happened it still bothers me a bit.

My first thoughts

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Your eyes like seas.
Your lips call to me.
Longing for a kiss.
For something they miss.
For the feeling of love.

Your voice like an angel.
Your heart like a drum.
Yelling and screaming.
Wanting me to come.

Arms stretching wide.
For me at your side.
To lay in your bed.
Not just in your head.

Your beauty which I crave.
To you I'm a slave.
In your bed you command.
Your wish, my demand.
Ask and you shall recieve.

Desha Gregory