Jack Martin

Joined January 2018

0 stories

Bio

How pretty it is to influence others in this way and creates positive ripples in the pond of the world.

Stories (3/0)

Her Blue Ribbon
She remembers the day he had gone away and all the words she could not say. For she was a stuttering fool with dopey bangs and kept her heart at bay.
By Jack Martin6 years ago in Poets
I Just Wanted the Boy
I just wanted the boy. I wanted the ocean view of his eyes. I wanted to feel his dark mousy hair between my fingers. I wanted to trace his smooth skin again and kiss his soft lips that tasted like peppermint.
By Jack Martin6 years ago in Poets
Paper
I can never say what I want to say exactly. I can't find the words to even begin as I smile down at your loving text. Where do I begin?
By Jack Martin6 years ago in Poets