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StoryPredictable charleybear011 years 1 day ago
StoryAffair charleybear011 years 1 day ago
StorySmoking charleybear011 years 2 months ago
StoryNeed to Write charleybear011 years 4 months ago
CollectionA New Decade charleybear011 years 4 months ago
StoryDance With Me One Last Time? charleybear011 years 6 months ago
StoryContradictions charleybear011 years 6 months ago
StoryBrothers charleybear011 years 6 months ago
StoryBitter Pen charleybear011 years 6 months ago
StoryBaby charleybear011 years 6 months ago
CollectionBack Where I Started charleybear011 years 6 months ago
CollectionSomething New charleybear011 years 6 months ago
CollectionConfused charleybear011 years 6 months ago
Collectiondifferent space, same heart charleybear011 years 6 months ago
StoryYouth charleybear011 years 7 months ago
StoryWhat charleybear011 years 7 months ago
StoryWar charleybear011 years 7 months ago
StoryUnborn Child charleybear011 years 7 months ago
StoryTo The Man I Love charleybear011 years 7 months ago
StoryPettetino - the missing piece charleybear011 years 7 months ago
StoryMagic charleybear011 years 7 months ago
StoryTime spent apart charleybear011 years 7 months ago
StoryPointless, Maybe... charleybear011 years 7 months ago
StoryNothing Days charleybear011 years 7 months ago
StoryOn the way to the garden... charleybear011 years 7 months ago

My stories

Predictable

The commonality of previous loves Was that their dramatics Drove pen to paper in a gushing forth of descriptive passion And what you dismiss as too...

Affair

Banal and predictable they would call our Great love affair Great and love, spat out with an ironic superiority As though their own lives meant so...

Smoking

I have not smoked for eight years For eight years I have not held in my hand that filthy weed That turned my hands yellow and poured out of me a...

Need to Write

There is something in the way that you look at me That reminds me of something I thought was lost It lies between the uncertainty of whether you are...

Gorgeous Boy

It has taken far too long To place pen to paper and describe that which I feel for you. Was just that every time pen touched paper The words splattered as if sourced by gushing tap And lay in piles of unconnected rhyme.

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