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StoryIf you meet me, have some sympathy 10 rjnewlyn1215 years 5 months ago
StoryNarcissus and Goldberg barryj11015 years 5 months ago
StoryYou Know How It Is... Silver Spun Sand2115 years 5 months ago
StoryHarmonics littleditty1215 years 6 months ago
StoryRecover Beeme1215 years 6 months ago
StorySomething in the Air Silver Spun Sand2515 years 6 months ago
StoryThe Herb Gatherer's Disciple barryj12015 years 6 months ago
StoryIf you meet me, have some sympathy 9 rjnewlyn1315 years 6 months ago
StoryThe Curse of the Unread Story kheldar1715 years 6 months ago
StoryRising Five Silver Spun Sand1515 years 6 months ago
StorySeafaring Phantom skinner_jennifer1715 years 6 months ago
StoryThe Sloth and the Moth beaste315 years 6 months ago
StoryFading Beeme215 years 6 months ago
Storymusic song Kahdai315 years 6 months ago
StoryThe Widow Next Door Silver Spun Sand1815 years 6 months ago
StoryHolocaust Stone - Hyde Park. (April 15th, 2005) littleditty1115 years 6 months ago
StoryThe Line of Beauty Silver Spun Sand2015 years 6 months ago
StoryIf you meet me, have some sympathy 8 rjnewlyn915 years 6 months ago
StoryDiary of a fearful poet maggyvaneijk1415 years 6 months ago
StoryPresent Imperfect Silver Spun Sand2215 years 6 months ago
StoryA Work in Progress barryj1815 years 6 months ago
StoryDevil incarnate Beeme515 years 6 months ago
StorySilence shoe815 years 6 months ago
StoryEnlightened Beeme615 years 6 months ago
StoryThe Long and the Short of it Silver Spun Sand2215 years 6 months ago

My stories

Before I say I Love You

1.) Do you dream about me? 2.) When I found my diary open on my bed was it you who read it? 3.) When you hear my name in conversation do your insides flutter?
Cherry

Perfection

You always tried to hide Your thick red hair with a hat. But your cheeks were A permanent blush From school taunting.
Cherry

Flashbacks

When I was two my Mum paraded me along the canal Where the emerald-headed mallards gossiped amongst the bull rushes.
Cherry

The Poet Who Fell in Love

It’s taken us a long time to get here. And I’m scared it will take me longer to get back. Your arm sways at my side like a rusty swing. Our fingers touch but can’t seem to attach.

The Day the Poetry Stopped

At fourteen you made me Believe in true love. A chance meeting, Bodies brush like the tide.

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