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StoryYour Songs awsamy213 years 6 months ago
StorySeeing you awsamy513 years 6 months ago
StoryWhere's the Justice? skinner_jennifer1613 years 6 months ago
StoryThe Lioness (A short poem) well-wisher413 years 6 months ago
StoryFlowers well-wisher313 years 6 months ago
StoryBig, bad wolf well-wisher913 years 6 months ago
StoryI go to Nature to heal myself awsamy213 years 6 months ago
Forum topicCherry worthy? - I think so. Beeme213 years 6 months ago
StoryThe Night calls to me awsamy313 years 6 months ago
StorySinging Lark awsamy513 years 6 months ago
StoryAttempts at Haiku. ScoZen1813 years 6 months ago
StorySilence Beeme1513 years 6 months ago
Story'It's Over...' Silver Spun Sand1413 years 6 months ago
StoryThe Sickness of Man (a letter of forgiveness) awsamy213 years 6 months ago
StoryKissing you awsamy413 years 6 months ago
StoryOne of Merlin's Adventures awsamy213 years 6 months ago
StoryGod on trial awsamy413 years 6 months ago
StoryCircus Girl pinda313 years 6 months ago
StorySlow Dance threeleafshamrock1413 years 6 months ago
StoryStarstruck Lovers awsamy213 years 6 months ago
StoryDoes capitalism encourage individuality? (Song) well-wisher413 years 6 months ago
StoryThe Human Condition awsamy213 years 6 months ago
StoryThe Alien awsamy213 years 6 months ago
StorySnatched by Nymphs. InspiredWriter313 years 6 months ago
StoryPrayer Beeme1113 years 6 months ago

My stories

Dust Bowl Dance

If I opened up your mind like a book, peeling back the layers, To disclose the real you, that has been submerged under a Tower of uncertainly, growing stronger, each passing day,

Peter Pan hits maturity

He outstretched his palms, in delightful anticipation, the sea swallows song gains momentum, As they circled the fluctuating tide, he did not know himself in the watery reflection,

Diary of a broken man (part two, A Life Revoked)

He seeks solace, But cannot comprehend his discontent, Cept in profanities, stained with tobacco, He longs for comfort, the kind that can only be found, In the arms of your mother,
Cherry

Diary of a broken man (part one)

There’s a fire in your belly, raging like an inferno, Acting out in performances of violence at a whim, The line between loyalty to preconceived ideas of wrong and right,

Torn

If god has deserted us, then I have deserted him, When the sea runs red with swirls of anger, I will turn my head away, And no amount of praying will draw me back to you,

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