Jamye Sharp

Joined August 2024

50 stories

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Oregon writer, trying to have some fun and improve my craft.

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Every Tear
Before your memories, Every last one, Constant rain, Year after year, Before your fathers walked, Your mothers cried, Each day a sigh,
By Jamye Sharp9 months ago in Poets
Remember
Once I was young, Blossoming, Every day new, Cares what were they? Yesterday, Just behind me, Stars shone, Nights not black,
By Jamye Sharp9 months ago in Poets
We’ll do it Tomorrow
Tomorrow, Tomorrow! We’ll do it tomorrow, But who promised it? Yesterday gone, All it could be, Life’s precious breath,
By Jamye Sharp9 months ago in Poets
Deeper
Endless is the deep, Every flicker of blue, Longing in a wake, Calm with you, Distant shores? Never eyes seen, Empty promises,
By Jamye Sharp9 months ago in Poets
Kiss
Gentle light, The first promise, Springs a hope, Life isn’t over, Ever the ember, Low has burned, Quick to start, Just a spark,
By Jamye Sharp9 months ago in Poets
Foe
Trapped within the walls, Not four but six, Searching for the key, No locks or lid, Only words will do, Which ones? On the inside or out?
By Jamye Sharp10 months ago in Poets
Time
Time to start again, Forget the pain, Soil for new growth, Lies in the slain, Days can slip away, Clocks forever spin,
By Jamye Sharp10 months ago in Poets
Tender
Ending of the day, Cold spring lies hidden in air, Tender kiss dispels. Flames rise within me, Surging blood a blush forgive,
By Jamye Sharp12 months ago in Poets
The Rose and the Bird
You are so beautiful, Delicate in every way, From afar I saw your loveliness, Scent to drive tears away, Yet you are free and I must stay,
By Jamye Sharp12 months ago in Poets
The Cry in the Water Part 3
Jayr and Zena were let into the inn that they had figured it was, a building of ample space despite its two stories only and the corner spot it occupied between other buildings. The man they had encountered let them in, and insisted vehemently that they bring their horses straight on in, more from self preservation than any real concern for the beasts that traipsed cautiously over the wood floor of the once proud establishment.
By Jamye Sharpabout a year ago in Fiction
It is
It is what it is, The magic words of not trying, Accepting the world, The art of quietly dying, It is, Blandest observance to date,
By Jamye Sharpabout a year ago in Poets
My Love for You
Where is creativity, The home of escape? Time out of mind, Every stroke a click, The clock on the wall, Bleeding out the rhyme,
By Jamye Sharpabout a year ago in Poets