Mark Heathcote

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StoryTen For The Ten Commandments (IP) well-wisher913 years 5 months ago
StoryNicknames for Aislinn Mark Heathcote413 years 10 months ago
StoryLove is the drug shoe813 years 11 months ago
Storyplease (don't ) marry me! shoe1513 years 11 months ago
Storythe affair shoe1313 years 11 months ago
StoryNo two people Mark Heathcote214 years 3 months ago
StorySpring Fever jennifer214 years 3 months ago
StoryEunectes Murinus Anna Marie314 years 3 months ago
StoryToothless Wander lenchenelf914 years 4 months ago
StoryHow royally Avant-garde am I? Mark Heathcote114 years 6 months ago
StoryNearly human (again) Nick.A314 years 7 months ago
StoryDo the British take their brollies? Mark Heathcote614 years 10 months ago
StoryVII Stanzas Mark Heathcote214 years 10 months ago
StoryA Lovely Day Jupiter1814 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Trouble with Grace Silver Spun Sand3014 years 12 months ago
StoryChaosity Kills jennifer215 years 5 months ago
StoryPenetrates jennifer115 years 8 months ago
StoryThe music of one’s love is deaf and dumb Mark Heathcote315 years 9 months ago
StoryA Cautionary Tale MistakenMagic216 years 1 week ago
StoryIn these cormorant hours spent swift Mark Heathcote216 years 3 weeks ago

My stories

A temporal vision

A temporal vision That's what I had When I was a child I walked not as a struggling little lad, But as natures little lord; Dreaming of becoming a full-grown man.

Beautiful creations

Tears the size of pearls Ribbons in there curls Beautiful creations Are beautiful girls Beautiful creations Are beautiful girls Porcelain hands Run you’re fingers through the sands

Final burst of flourishing stillness in the radiance of I?

When you gaze at your own reflection in a pool of water That I that you thought was you has continually moved For you are as a cloud seated to envelope a mountain

It’s time to rest

Pity is wasted on the dead As are the token flowers That weren’t forthcoming, When the dead were living... So cry no sad goodbyes... Moreover! Mourn only just... a little! ... {While...}

What do I find in a kiss?

What do I find in a kiss? The toe curling nerves of bliss Sedimentary, tingling Yes… Intermingling Yes… Fluidity, pings Like a broken glass In that desire to clasp

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