Steve

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StoryNew in America 1 Steve613 years 8 months ago
Storynew hampshire spring waits Steve413 years 9 months ago
StoryNew Hampshire Spring is... Steve313 years 10 months ago
StorySeoul Garden Steve213 years 10 months ago
StoryHypocrite Steve213 years 10 months ago
StoryFirst Love Steve214 years 2 weeks ago
StoryIn wanting so much to be loved Steve814 years 2 weeks ago
StoryThe Tender Buds of April Silver Spun Sand3014 years 10 months ago
StoryMichael Jackson's Early Demise Steve315 years 8 months ago
StoryGrowl Steve215 years 8 months ago
StoryDrips of emotion hint at Steve415 years 8 months ago
StoryThe Game Steve215 years 8 months ago
StoryMary Steve515 years 8 months ago
StorySong of David Steve215 years 9 months ago
StoryCome Away With Me Silver Spun Sand2115 years 9 months ago
StoryMe, and Her with the Piercings Silver Spun Sand1615 years 9 months ago
StoryImpressions of South Korea: Conversations, Thoughts, Etc. Steve215 years 9 months ago
StoryImpressions of South Korea: Work Ethic 4 Steve215 years 9 months ago
StoryImpressions of South Korea: Work Ethic 1 Steve415 years 9 months ago
StoryNudely Explore: impressions of S. Korea Steve215 years 9 months ago
StoryIV Steve215 years 9 months ago
StoryIII Steve315 years 9 months ago
StoryII Steve515 years 9 months ago
StoryGabriel Freed Steve315 years 10 months ago

My stories

do not flower too well

your breathe, the stem... you grow below the sunshine, stretching hairs of light breathe, your grow with tension: do not long to become the full radiance where life will eat you

Oh Lord, have pity on me

Oh Lord, have pity on me, don't strike me with your awful rod... I was a yellow sheep, I felt so underappreciated and ignored... i wanted nothing more than your love amor, sa rang, te amo...

Where have you gone

into the thick of the night into the forest as green and envious as money paper bills fluttering, buttered by the sighs and flatteries of young boys, your thumping throes...

DO NOT

make me into an image which flies into oblivion, embraces bliss, turns into a burning light which burns out when all things are seen... do not, have pity on me Lord,

Sometimes we want the world

so bad, it's an ache that longs to be held. we want to make the world a home, we want to prove that we struggled with the world as Jacob struggled with God and we won, it's so inevitable

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