c.d.lee

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Storysimple - or - quite complex c.d.lee012 years 3 weeks ago
Storysociety crumbling or a good clip round the lug c.d.lee012 years 3 weeks ago
Storylove life - or - lifes Love c.d.lee012 years 3 weeks ago
Storyold mans heartbreak - or - hopeful for reuniting c.d.lee012 years 3 weeks ago
Storylessons in life - or - all a dad can do c.d.lee012 years 3 weeks ago
Storyrootin tootin - or - veg patch match c.d.lee012 years 3 weeks ago
Storysuch are the choices - or - what would you do? c.d.lee012 years 3 weeks ago
Storyhypocritical - or - blah c.d.lee012 years 3 weeks ago
Storyhow the mighty fall - or - is it just c.d.lee012 years 3 weeks ago
Storyinconsolable differences - or - now is the time c.d.lee112 years 3 weeks ago
Storydoodles in the sky - or - my smelly great lump c.d.lee012 years 3 weeks ago
Storymy mind has gone - or - has yours too c.d.lee215 years 2 months ago
StoryRequiem For a Friend Silver Spun Sand2515 years 6 months ago
Storythe night train out - or - do i really want to leave? c.d.lee415 years 9 months ago
StoryHis Father's Eyes Silver Spun Sand1815 years 9 months ago
Storyopen your eyes - or - waste it all c.d.lee515 years 9 months ago
Storyfor the last tommy - or - a patch in time c.d.lee215 years 9 months ago
Storyhopes light eternal - or - fears into damnation c.d.lee515 years 11 months ago
Storysweet angels - or - is it really so bad c.d.lee515 years 11 months ago
Storyinevitable - or - preventable c.d.lee215 years 11 months ago

My stories

song of the dark reaper

i feel a darkness growing inside me, what started off as something way over the boundries of my moral playing field has invaded the field of my mind and heart, i cannot fight its

an angels joy - or - mankinds folly

an angel she fell from high up above, when she burned her wings tersely collecting some love, from the stars it seems that she flew far too near, she fell... i saw...she was hurt i did fear,

for the last tommy - or - a patch in time

recent thoughts do fade away, i struggle to remember yesterday, what i ate for breakfast or where i went, memories sucked from an old mans mind vent, yet though i may be old and frail,

a feline promise - or - timezones

sleep beckons with persuasive invite, its cradling arms devour my sight, things become veiled, a bleary zone, sounds merge and become dulcet in tone, NO.....my mind snaps back this now,

a willing victims faith - or - a scorpion is always a scorpion

taste my flesh sweet sir bite but not too much drink away my lifeforce redden your lips of pale then seek me not no more i shall not be found take all you want now cast your furrowed brow

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