Cee Jay The Poet who can't find his voice by SomeCallMeEarnie, literature
Literature
Cee Jay The Poet who can't find his voice
Cee Jay, The Poet Who Can’t Find His Voice
There was once a young teenager who lived in a small neighborhood near the city named Cee Jay. Cee Jay loved to write poetry. One could even say that he was amazing at it. He could very well be on his way to being one of the greatest poets to come out of his small neighborhood.
The only problem was that while he can write poems with the best of them, Cee Jay could never find a way to give these poems life with his voice. Everytime he would try to come close to a mic, he would speak his poems, yet it all came out too bland. The Audience would pity clap and heckle.
“Your poems are good,
The Piper and The Bard by SomeCallMeEarnie, literature
Literature
The Piper and The Bard
The Piper and The Bard
Once Upon a Time when the world was young.
There was a Quiet and Peaceful village near the forest. In that Village lived Two young boys, a Bard and a Piper.
The Bard was of Noble Blood and was Draped in the Finest Silk Known to man. He was a Tall Lad of 17, with long curly locks, fair skin, and eyes as blue as the skies. His face was Slim and his nose was trimmed. His hands and fingers looked very groomed and delicate. He possessed a voice that would make the gods swoon, but he was arrogant and seemed to care about little but himself.
The Piper was born of a farmer for a father and a housemaid for a mother. He was
Cee Jay The Poet who can't find his voice by SomeCallMeEarnie, literature
Literature
Cee Jay The Poet who can't find his voice
Cee Jay, The Poet Who Can’t Find His Voice
There was once a young teenager who lived in a small neighborhood near the city named Cee Jay. Cee Jay loved to write poetry. One could even say that he was amazing at it. He could very well be on his way to being one of the greatest poets to come out of his small neighborhood.
The only problem was that while he can write poems with the best of them, Cee Jay could never find a way to give these poems life with his voice. Everytime he would try to come close to a mic, he would speak his poems, yet it all came out too bland. The Audience would pity clap and heckle.
“Your poems are good,
The Piper and The Bard by SomeCallMeEarnie, literature
Literature
The Piper and The Bard
The Piper and The Bard
Once Upon a Time when the world was young.
There was a Quiet and Peaceful village near the forest. In that Village lived Two young boys, a Bard and a Piper.
The Bard was of Noble Blood and was Draped in the Finest Silk Known to man. He was a Tall Lad of 17, with long curly locks, fair skin, and eyes as blue as the skies. His face was Slim and his nose was trimmed. His hands and fingers looked very groomed and delicate. He possessed a voice that would make the gods swoon, but he was arrogant and seemed to care about little but himself.
The Piper was born of a farmer for a father and a housemaid for a mother. He was
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