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StoryDear Diary nikki_chapman012 years 1 week ago
StoryDare to live my dream nikki_chapman012 years 1 week ago
StoryDancing together nikki_chapman012 years 1 week ago
StoryButterfly nikki_chapman012 years 1 week ago
StoryBlind Love nikki_chapman012 years 1 week ago
StoryBad Dream nikki_chapman012 years 1 week ago
StoryAnonymous nikki_chapman012 years 1 week ago
Story...and if? nikki_chapman012 years 1 week ago
Story'Love One Another' nikki_chapman012 years 1 week ago
Forum topicInvited to give feedback on new poems nikki_chapman512 years 1 week ago
CollectionSurviving the Second Semester nikki_chapman012 years 1 week ago
CollectionDeciphering Past. Detecting Present. nikki_chapman012 years 1 week ago
StoryWarm Feelings nikki_chapman012 years 1 month ago
StoryThe After Love nikki_chapman012 years 1 month ago
StoryMy Grandma Firefly nikki_chapman012 years 1 month ago
StoryLittle Star nikki_chapman012 years 1 month ago
StoryLazy Days nikki_chapman012 years 1 month ago
StoryThoughts of us nikki_chapman012 years 1 month ago
StorySurge-On nikki_chapman012 years 1 month ago
StoryMiss Fit nikki_chapman012 years 1 month ago
StorySmall Tale nikki_chapman012 years 1 month ago
StoryThe Wrench nikki_chapman012 years 1 month ago
StoryRed Frozen Pulp nikki_chapman012 years 1 month ago
StoryStudent Rooms nikki_chapman012 years 1 month ago
StoryOrange Peel nikki_chapman012 years 1 month ago

My stories

Intrude.

A journey in the mind through an ex-boyfriends house, remembering a coming-of-age relationship.

Hit

A poem written after loosing a friend from a tragic accident. RIP Natalie, Sept 2008

The After Love

After the sun set we met regularly in the twilight zone, Dark anonymous self-conscious-less safety. In darkness the new found boundaries fade away, Love can be passionate without thought or bind.

Heart at home? Or home at heart?

It was just after I left my home. Stacked my life in the car and headed for the South looking for a clean slate to settle on, and, aspiring for anonymity. My head was crammed full of bullish hopes¦

Dancing together

Learning a new style of dance, taking it to new heights, aim to be seamless, all in a trance, holding my new partner tight. Long to perfect and perform, a rhythm and style of our own, two different dancers together reformed, a beat that was previously unknown.

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