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StoryPredictable charleybear012 years 8 months ago
StoryAffair charleybear012 years 8 months ago
StorySmoking charleybear012 years 11 months ago
StoryNeed to Write charleybear013 years 1 month ago
CollectionA New Decade charleybear013 years 1 month ago
StoryDance With Me One Last Time? charleybear013 years 2 months ago
StoryContradictions charleybear013 years 2 months ago
StoryBrothers charleybear013 years 2 months ago
StoryBitter Pen charleybear013 years 2 months ago
StoryBaby charleybear013 years 2 months ago
CollectionBack Where I Started charleybear013 years 2 months ago
CollectionSomething New charleybear013 years 2 months ago
CollectionConfused charleybear013 years 2 months ago
Collectiondifferent space, same heart charleybear013 years 2 months ago
StoryYouth charleybear013 years 4 months ago
StoryWhat charleybear013 years 4 months ago
StoryWar charleybear013 years 4 months ago
StoryUnborn Child charleybear013 years 4 months ago
StoryTo The Man I Love charleybear013 years 4 months ago
StoryPettetino - the missing piece charleybear013 years 4 months ago
StoryMagic charleybear013 years 4 months ago
StoryTime spent apart charleybear013 years 4 months ago
StoryPointless, Maybe... charleybear013 years 4 months ago
StoryNothing Days charleybear013 years 4 months ago
StoryOn the way to the garden... charleybear013 years 4 months ago

My stories

Predictable

The commonality of previous loves Was that their dramatics Drove pen to paper in a gushing forth of descriptive passion And what you dismiss as too...

Affair

Banal and predictable they would call our Great love affair Great and love, spat out with an ironic superiority As though their own lives meant so...

Smoking

I have not smoked for eight years For eight years I have not held in my hand that filthy weed That turned my hands yellow and poured out of me a...

Need to Write

There is something in the way that you look at me That reminds me of something I thought was lost It lies between the uncertainty of whether you are...

Gorgeous Boy

It has taken far too long To place pen to paper and describe that which I feel for you. Was just that every time pen touched paper The words splattered as if sourced by gushing tap And lay in piles of unconnected rhyme.

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