queen beatle
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| Type | Title | Author | Replies | Last updated |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| Story | He Moves In Patterns | queen beatle | 3 | 12 years 5 months ago |
| Story | Posthumous | queen beatle | 6 | 12 years 5 months ago |
| Story | Eden of Dreams | skinner_jennifer | 29 | 12 years 5 months ago |
| Story | Freewriting 4 - Sprites and Gingham | queen beatle | 3 | 12 years 6 months ago |
| Story | Freewriting 5 - The Night that Never Will Be | queen beatle | 3 | 12 years 6 months ago |
| Story | Freewriting 3 - Elders and Oak Leaves | queen beatle | 2 | 12 years 6 months ago |
| Story | Freewriting 2 | queen beatle | 4 | 13 years 1 month ago |
| Forum topic | Win a pig competition | Terrence Oblong | 2 | 13 years 2 months ago |
| Story | Knock at the Door | queen beatle | 3 | 13 years 11 months ago |
| Story | The Flame | Nolan | 17 | 14 years 6 days ago |
| Story | Freewriting | queen beatle | 5 | 14 years 2 months ago |
| Story | An oracle in obscurity of thought | Lady-Bathsheba | 1 | 14 years 3 months ago |
| Story | To Happiness, | littleditty | 4 | 16 years 2 months ago |
| Story | Fog | queen beatle | 5 | 16 years 4 months ago |
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Freewriting 3 - Elders and Oak Leaves
Such an untidy line. Uncontrollably ugly. If meerkats really were poisonous, then toads and their uncles would be out of a job.
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I Could Sense You
I could smell the heat. As it surrounded me Your breath, like honey Drowned out the din. I could taste the fire. As it captured me Your neck, like ivy Curved around mine.
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I Scribble Lyrics on the Clock
I scribble lyrics on the clock Scrawling with a child's breathless anticipation Tongue peeking meekly out. Waiting for the music to seize me once more
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He Moves In Patterns
His form of ashes drifts among the sails He is their light - he dances in his half-forgotten radiance And lands among the twisted spindle wax. Never frowning, never caring -
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Trap
Not the best poem I've written - inspired by my objection to rat/mouse traps and the supposedly "humane" disposal of rodents.
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