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StoryPredictable charleybear012 years 4 months ago
StoryAffair charleybear012 years 4 months ago
StorySmoking charleybear012 years 7 months ago
StoryNeed to Write charleybear012 years 9 months ago
CollectionA New Decade charleybear012 years 9 months ago
StoryDance With Me One Last Time? charleybear012 years 11 months ago
StoryContradictions charleybear012 years 11 months ago
StoryBrothers charleybear012 years 11 months ago
StoryBitter Pen charleybear012 years 11 months ago
StoryBaby charleybear012 years 11 months ago
CollectionBack Where I Started charleybear012 years 11 months ago
CollectionSomething New charleybear012 years 11 months ago
CollectionConfused charleybear012 years 11 months ago
Collectiondifferent space, same heart charleybear012 years 11 months ago
StoryYouth charleybear013 years 1 week ago
StoryWhat charleybear013 years 1 week ago
StoryWar charleybear013 years 1 week ago
StoryUnborn Child charleybear013 years 1 week ago
StoryTo The Man I Love charleybear013 years 1 week ago
StoryPettetino - the missing piece charleybear013 years 1 week ago
StoryMagic charleybear013 years 1 week ago
StoryTime spent apart charleybear013 years 1 week ago
StoryPointless, Maybe... charleybear013 years 1 week ago
StoryNothing Days charleybear013 years 1 week ago
StoryOn the way to the garden... charleybear013 years 1 week 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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