Dynamaso

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StoryThe carpet washer phleggers117 years 3 months ago
StoryDissemination Dynamaso217 years 3 months ago
StoryThe end (of the beginning) animan217 years 3 months ago
StoryKnow Thyself Dynamaso517 years 3 months ago
StoryRoller Shutters over Broken Windows john mul317 years 3 months ago
StoryThe Black Caiman Mick Hanson317 years 3 months ago
StoryPredictive Poetry 1 (Words I have taught my phone) liplash317 years 3 months ago
StoryTonight You Die shoebox117 years 3 months ago
StoryWarboy Dynamaso717 years 3 months ago
StoryThe Bottomless Pit Svensson Magic417 years 3 months ago
StoryMonroelogue. jennifer417 years 3 months ago
StoryWarm Night shoebox117 years 3 months ago
StoryThe Polluters Dynamaso917 years 3 months ago
StorySee My Failure chelseyflood617 years 3 months ago
StoryToo Much Gravity chelseyflood317 years 4 months ago
StoryI Shall Ask No More Of You Dynamaso217 years 4 months ago
StoryJilted Dynamaso517 years 4 months ago
StorySeasons Dynamaso417 years 4 months ago
StoryA Dying Fire mikepyro117 years 4 months ago
Forum topicFavourites Ewan1117 years 4 months ago
StoryThe Captain's Daughter martin08117 years 4 months ago
StoryJuly jennifer217 years 4 months ago
StoryBarcelona jennifer317 years 4 months ago
StoryHero for Hire Tipp Hex117 years 4 months ago
StoryWe Made This Poem Together capoeiragem317 years 4 months ago

My stories

Escape Artists

The tools for escape are many But we require only a few A beautiful day, each other’s company A pleasant repast and a bottle or two There is no scratching holes in walls

Cardiac Navigation

According to some I’ve never had much form Always been considered a middle runner But you know what they say When your stand out in the pack You’re really noticed

Caught Out

The evidence was damning; There was nothing I could say To deny the existence Of the terrible deceit I’d hidden. I tucked it in the pages Of some forgotten book on a shelf
Cherry

Under And Above

Underneath, there is a fluid Running through the soil and sandstone Blood dark and rich with tales Buried deep and weighed down with buildings
Cherry

Food Lover

I’m dining on memories, Snacking on snippets of conversation, Gobbling stolen glimpses, Eating up everything I remember Of you as you were. I loved the you I remember;

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