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StoryCoffee wet_towels010 years 6 months ago
StoryI don't actually have a title for this one. wet_towels111 years 1 month ago
StoryLearning. wet_towels211 years 1 month ago
StorySoft Cycle. wet_towels211 years 4 months ago
Storya short angry poem at 2:56am wet_towels211 years 5 months ago
StoryMissed Calculus wet_towels811 years 6 months ago
StoryHaunted (A Nightmare). wet_towels011 years 10 months ago
StoryClinic Visit. wet_towels311 years 10 months ago
StoryA Science Lesson. wet_towels211 years 10 months ago
StoryA Lovely Autumn Evening. wet_towels411 years 10 months ago
CollectionFirst Attempts&Scattered Thoughts. wet_towels011 years 10 months ago
CollectionProse and Fiction wet_towels011 years 10 months ago
CollectionPoetry wet_towels011 years 10 months ago
StoryDolor JeannaCoppola011 years 10 months ago
StoryLucky Hands. wet_towels011 years 11 months ago
StorySleeping Beauty. wet_towels211 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Boy with the Rough Hands wet_towels311 years 11 months ago
StoryForehead Kisses wet_towels211 years 11 months ago
StoryWaiting Room. wet_towels412 years 3 months ago
StoryUnder The Bed dean_johnston112 years 6 months ago
StoryLost at Sea. wet_towels712 years 7 months ago
StoryTHE LAST SUPPER RESTAURANT moonphish512 years 7 months ago
StoryThin and Fragile hobazz112 years 7 months ago
StoryThe Heart Doctor. wet_towels312 years 7 months ago
StoryMusings terrifiedgorillagirl512 years 7 months ago

My stories

Coffee

Love is the man in the corner of the café Reading his paper Without looking up. Our eyes will meet once in a while, but He always drops His gaze. I...
Cherry

I don't actually have a title for this one.

I read somewhere That if the poem is good Then the words will be hard To write. This must be A goddamn masterpiece Because I have been tangled in...
Cherry

Learning.

I once wrote a love song About a poem on the internet That warned me Not to make homes Out of humans. I wrote That I am so new to this world Of...
Cherry

Soft Cycle.

For the record the laundry room near my dorm works just fine. For the record I’ve never actually had anything stolen From the dryer Or the washer Or...

a short angry poem at 2:56am

You came home and punched the wall and cursed because you are so fed up with the girls and the boys playing musical hearts and you are always left...

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