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StoryFace 2 Face pumadelta617 years 2 months ago
StoryOutreach day trip to the zoo pumadelta1317 years 2 months ago
StoryGrateful but dead pumadelta817 years 2 months ago
StorySpectres of Love sunshine817 years 2 months ago
StoryReturning to Empty Rooms sunshine1517 years 2 months ago
StoryThe test pumadelta217 years 2 months ago
StoryThey want to see us bleed! pinda617 years 2 months ago
StoryThe Journey pumadelta217 years 2 months ago
StoryDiana pumadelta217 years 2 months ago
StoryGeorge Best pumadelta317 years 3 months ago
StoryDeath of a gardener Yutka217 years 6 months ago
StoryWhat Makes Me Happy ... Silver Spun Sand617 years 8 months ago
StoryPauline pumadelta217 years 8 months ago
StoryAre you feeling me pumadelta418 years 1 week ago
Forum topicHypocrisy poetjude1119 years 3 months ago

My stories

The way to write a best seller.

By pumadelta on Wed, 03 Jul 2013

I sat ready to write a best seller but the words were impotent Not forth coming, the pint glass looked at me half empty And spoke to my pallet for just on more gulp.
Unclassified
Poem
Certificate 15

I dreamed a dream, cursed are my thoughts.

By pumadelta on Wed, 15 May 2013

It wasn’t me he thought: He spoke, Lying; defeat: A prison he didn’t wish to share. Barred from any dignity or resurrection; Barren was his night, a heart no longer able to bear.
Autobiography
Poem
Certificate U

I am a leaf.

By pumadelta on Tue, 14 May 2013

I am a leaf. I’m that leaf on the tree outside the garden gate, yes that’s me. Planning my future because I was asked; Held in place by a finger, frame.
Inspiration Point (work that responds to our weekly writing cue)
Poem
Certificate U

brush strokes

By pumadelta on Mon, 13 May 2013

Brush strokes are formed on a blank page And the simplicity takes me back to my childhood days Like the meanderings of a viola Taking the lead All my wandering roads do lead
Children's
Poem
Certificate U

a walk down memory lane.

By pumadelta on Mon, 13 May 2013

The morning sun glared from behind the silhouette of Hunched over oak trees, competing for space with The grave stones in the cemetery on horizons plane.
Inspiration Point (work that responds to our weekly writing cue)
Poem
Certificate U

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