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137 creative works found

• no regrets.
  by Byron Gates Jr

  wishing things were different…

  ...and what are the words one uses to describe a compilation?, works from my entire life?, fifty years of carrying around a yellow pad?, fifty years of writing and rewriting, changing the words, as their meanings change for me? Constructive criticism regarding any of my work, always welcomed, appreciated and read with an open heart. / Personal eMail These pieces are extracted from my book of prose, “50 truths and 50 lies, the first 50 years.” Available Here

• my dad.
  by Byron Gates Jr

  the greatest friend i ever had…

  ...and what are the words one uses to describe a compilation?, works from my entire life?, fifty years of carrying around a yellow pad?, fifty years of writing and rewriting, changing the words, as their meanings change for me? Constructive criticism regarding any of my work, always welcomed, appreciated and read with an open heart. / Personal eMail These pieces are extracted from my book of prose, “50 truths and 50 lies, the first 50 years.” Available Here

• sunrise.
  by Byron Gates Jr

  from this we get morning…

  ...and what are the words one uses to describe a compilation?, works from my entire life?, fifty years of carrying around a yellow pad?, fifty years of writing and rewriting, changing the words, as their meanings change for me? Constructive criticism regarding any of my work, always welcomed, appreciated and read with an open heart. / Personal eMail These pieces are extracted from my book of prose, “50 truths and 50 lies, the first 50 years.” Available Here

• no matter
  by Byron Gates Jr

  death comes…

  ...and what are the words one uses to describe a compilation?, works from my entire life?, fifty years of carrying around a yellow pad?, fifty years of writing and rewriting, changing the words, as their meanings change for me? Constructive criticism regarding any of my work, always welcomed, appreciated and read with an open heart. / Personal eMail These pieces are extracted from my book of prose, “50 truths and 50 lies, the first 50 years.” Available Here

• and it hurts.
  by Byron Gates Jr

  when ill-tempered and unrehearsed words wound others…

  ...and what are the words one uses to describe a compilation?, works from my entire life?, fifty years of carrying around a yellow pad?, fifty years of writing and rewriting, changing the words, as their meanings change for me? Constructive criticism regarding any of my work, always welcomed, appreciated and read with an open heart. / Personal eMail These pieces are extracted from my book of prose, “50 truths and 50 lies, the first 50 years.” Available Here

• my mother.
  by Byron Gates Jr

  from the woman who tortured my heart as a child…

  ...and what are the words one uses to describe a compilation?, works from my entire life?, fifty years of carrying around a yellow pad?, fifty years of writing and rewriting, changing the words, as their meanings change for me? Constructive criticism regarding any of my work, always welcomed, appreciated and read with an open heart. / Personal eMail These pieces are extracted from my book of prose, “50 truths and 50 lies, the first 50 years.” Available Here

• sick.
  by Byron Gates Jr

  a slow, debilitating complaint…

  ...and what are the words one uses to describe a compilation?, works from my entire life?, fifty years of carrying around a yellow pad?, fifty years of writing and rewriting, changing the words, as their meanings change for me? Constructive criticism regarding any of my work, always welcomed, appreciated and read with an open heart. / Personal eMail These pieces are extracted from my book of prose, “50 truths and 50 lies, the first 50 years.” Available Here

• 9.11
  by Byron Gates Jr

  i want to dream of tomorrows…

  ...and what are the words one uses to describe a compilation?, works from my entire life?, fifty years of carrying around a yellow pad?, fifty years of writing and rewriting, changing the words, as their meanings change for me? These pieces are extracted from my book of prose, “50 truths and 50 lies, the first 50 years.” Available Here

• one of few.
  by Byron Gates Jr

  i have very few reoccurring loving memories…

  ...and what are the words one uses to describe a compilation?, works from my entire life?, fifty years of carrying around a yellow pad?, fifty years of writing and rewriting, changing the words, as their meanings change for me? Constructive criticism regarding any of my work, always welcomed, appreciated and read with an open heart. / Personal eMail These pieces are extracted from my book of prose, “50 truths and 50 lies, the first 50 years.” Available Here

• silence.
  by Byron Gates Jr

  but most of all i love the silence in life…

  ...and what are the words one uses to describe a compilation?, works from my entire life?, fifty years of carrying around a yellow pad?, fifty years of writing and rewriting, changing the words, as their meanings change for me? Constructive criticism regarding any of my work, always welcomed, appreciated and read with an open heart. / Personal eMail These pieces are extracted from my book of prose, “50 truths and 50 lies, the first 50 years.” Available Here

• sneaking up on 60.
  by Byron Gates Jr

  and friends and lovers who were by no means real…

  ...and what are the words one uses to describe a compilation?, works from my entire life?, fifty years of carrying around a yellow pad?, fifty years of writing and rewriting, changing the words, as their meanings change for me? Constructive criticism regarding any of my work, always welcomed, appreciated and read with an open heart. / Personal eMail These pieces are extracted from my book of prose, “50 truths and 50 lies, the first 50 years.” Available Here

• why wait for fate.
  by Byron Gates Jr

  this is my last day and i own it…

  ...and what are the words one uses to describe a compilation?, works from my entire life?, fifty years of carrying around a yellow pad?, fifty years of writing and rewriting, changing the words, as their meanings change for me? Constructive criticism regarding any of my work, always welcomed, appreciated and read with an open heart. / Personal eMail These pieces are extracted from my book of prose, “50 truths and 50 lies, the first 50 years.” Available Here

• see.
  by Byron Gates Jr

  if i were a blind man…

  ...and what are the words one uses to describe a compilation?, works from my entire life?, fifty years of carrying around a yellow pad?, fifty years of writing and rewriting, changing the words, as their meanings change for me? These pieces are extracted from my book of prose, “50 truths and 50 lies, the first 50 years.” Available Here

• who isn’t next?
  by Byron Gates Jr

  if next really meant what it seems to mean…

  ...and what are the words one uses to describe a compilation?, works from my entire life?, fifty years of carrying around a yellow pad?, fifty years of writing and rewriting, changing the words, as their meanings change for me? These pieces are extracted from my book of prose, “50 truths and 50 lies, the first 50 years.” Available Here

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  Ebony Legacy Edition
  by Lasaration

  It was a sunny day at Waverly Cemetary and not a sound was heard from the graves except the crashing from the waves in the distance! We find Ebony posing and in style I must add. Today she left the other models for dead and dug her heels right into the great photos you see before you! Armed in her shiny new leggings and a t shirt that just scram: “Oh Mr Hart, whatta mess!”, we went around Waverly Cemetary with my thermos filled with earl Grey and took some pretty fantastic shots. It was no suprise that on the way home Ebony and I got lost on the way. The way back is a long (some would say steep) hill. Then its up and down from there. I decided we should take the 378 from the bottom of Bronte road. My impovisational thought would be met with sheer suprise when it was the third to last stop. The bus stopped in some posh upper class province of Bronte that I had no idea how to get back on the way back to Bondi Junction. It was getting hot so I made the smart move (from the last dumb move) to stop at a milk bar and get a cool refreshing drink for my Muse and I. On the way I found a small but deep valley of jungle that I had pointed to Ebony that that would be a good place to do a shoot. She nodded into her macaroons delightfully. Eventually we did make it back to my small Paddington studio. Ebony started to peel off her leggings in the bathroom shower whilst I was in the other room loading up the pictures from the days shooting. I took a chilled water from the fridge and we looked at the fantastic shots we had taken. We laughed uncontrollably then settled down to macaroons as Ebony then glanced at me with a mischivous look of a Micha Barton quality. I then smiled contently in my then room tempertured water. It was at this time that Ebony had to leave for home and I was left with all of these great photos and a plate of half eaten Macaroons that I had to eat myself. I then smiled to myself in a blank sort of way.

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  Chosen Path - Uintah Wilderness
  by Carolina Yocom

  It’s such a shame to let this go to waste / There’s a little time left here for saving face / We tried to put a bandage on these years / I know this isn’t what you want to hear / You can say what you like pass the blame I don’t mind because We both lit the match that burned the bridge / We both lit the match that burned the bridge / We both lit the match and watched our bridges burn down Our common ground was broken long ago / What slipped thru the cracks I fear we’ll enver know / I’ll walk you thru the graveyard of my mind / Show you a love that I buried alive Cuz we both walked away / Who was wrong, who’s to say I know Please don’t take or use my images without my permission. That would make you a jerk, and envy your karma I would not. © Carolina Yocom

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  Fork in the Road - Millcreek Canyon
  by Carolina Yocom

  Don’t cry to me. / If you loved me, / You would be here with me. / You want me, / Come find me. / Make up your mind. Should I let you fall? / Lose it all? / So maybe you can remember yourself. / Can’t keep believing, / We’re only deceiving ourselves . / And I’m sick of the lie, / And you’re too late. Please don’t take or use my images without my permission. That would make you a jerk, and envy your karma I would not. © Carolina Yocom