Lem
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| Type | Title | Author | Replies | Last updated |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| Story | Love, Dreams and Paris I.P. | threeleafshamrock | 6 | 14 years 11 months ago |
| Story | inner winter | Lem | 2 | 14 years 11 months ago |
| Story | I USED TO CARRY “I LOVE YOU” | jay_frankston | 2 | 15 years 2 months ago |
| Story | Electronik (freeform) | Lem | 2 | 15 years 3 months ago |
| Story | Umlaut | Lem | 3 | 15 years 7 months ago |
| Story | Inner City Princess | Lem | 3 | 15 years 7 months ago |
| Story | Carvings in A Tree | _elle_ | 3 | 15 years 8 months ago |
| Story | Under the Influence of Love | Lem | 4 | 15 years 9 months ago |
| Story | Half Of My Heart <3 (free verse) | Lem | 4 | 15 years 9 months ago |
| Story | Purple Starry Umbrella | Lem | 5 | 15 years 9 months ago |
| Story | From Tides Away | _elle_ | 1 | 15 years 9 months ago |
| Story | The Darkness Part Two | HeatherFeather | 4 | 15 years 10 months ago |
| Story | Goodbye | HeatherFeather | 2 | 15 years 10 months ago |
| Story | Snowy Day | Lem | 5 | 15 years 10 months ago |
My stories
When I Was Young (Not-quite literal translation of 'Quand J'étais Jeune')
When I was young I wore all my selves Like ballgowns- Soft cotton naivety, glittering green mystery, Every facet a stitch Of the years, the beautiful influencing words.
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On Speaking German
A Stückchen of almost-lunchtime poetry!
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Quand J’étais Jeune
I know 'coqueluche' can also mean 'whooping cough'- but I meant it in the 'darling' sense :) Hope my dictionary wasn't lying to me!
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I Have A Friend
I have a friend who I have known Since our pebble-picking days Since a bird's cry, a rain-shower Could wash all our fears away Since we learned to tie our laces In a big, unwieldy bow
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Song Of Change
When we linger in a dream Of a day which once was We find ourselves Less alive Than before Something is lost in transition Something dies in thought New songs grate on the ear
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