TIME
so much
of these lives
we live
we cling onto
we love
and hate
and hold so sacred
so much
of the time
is just spent
waiting
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"it's easy to be a bad writer, but it's hard to wake up each day and devote a chunk of your life to bad writing."
About Me
- Jackson Warfield
- Jackson Warfield was born in a small town in New Hampshire on a dead end road. He has traveled widely and worked a variety of jobs, from digging ditches to walking dogs. He writes for entertainment, his own and others.
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- ONE OF MY BEST FRIENDS
- TANK TOP
- INSIDE OUT
- THEIR LAWN WAS A RECYCLING CENTER
- JUMP
- YELLOW GOLD
- OLD BOY # 2
- LIFE'S CRAP
- FUNERAL HOME
- THE GYM
- CULPRIT
- BULL'S EYE
- HONESTLY
- NO CHANCE
- A QUIET NIGHT IN
- GOOD SPORT
- THOSE DAYS
- SATAN'S BIG TOE
- CANNOT WIN
- WEIRDO
- GOT IT GOOD
- IN MILAN
- PROBLEMAS
- PROBLEMAS
- TIME
- WORTH
- THE ONES FOR ME
- I FELT BAD FOR HIM
- WHAT THE HELL
- THE HANDOFF
- SOMETHING TO LAUGH ABOUT
- THE DINER
- IN TEMPLE BAR
- IRRECONCILABLE DIFFERENCES
- THE SICK NASTY WRITER
- WHAT THE HELL
- THE YOUNG NORWEGIAN
- BACK IN PORT CITY
- THE BOY
- SAD GIRL
- SCRABBLE
- WHEN I GROW OLD
- CURVEBALLS
- A BEST FRIEND
- PUNCH LOVE
- HIM
- MY MINUTES
- LOVE IS A DRUG
- MY GOOD FRIEND
- THERE ARE TIMES
- TWINKLE IN MY EYE
- ELECTRA 120
- WE WERE MEN AGAIN
- THE NEXT TABLE OVER
- AT THE COFFEE SHOP
- A BAD DREAM
- PREMONITIONS
- TOPLESS BOTTOMLESSNESS
- THE GOOD STUFF
- CLICK
- IN THE CITY OR IN THE WOODS
- DEAD
- POEM - THE BETRAYAL
- POEM - ANOTHER MISTAKE
- POEM - BED
- POEM - I'LL TAKE THAT
- POEM - DANDRUFF JOE
- POEM - NIGHT DRIVING
- POEM - KING OF THE ROAD
- POEM - SWALLOWERS
- POEM - MORE BAD NEWS
- POEM - FLORA
- POEM - MORE THAN FRIENDS
- POEM - A JOB WELL DONE
- POEM - LANES AND LINES
- POEM - WAM BAM
- POEM - THROWING PUNCHES
- POEM - NUMBER SEVEN
- POEM - WHO DONE IT?
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