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StoryShadowseeker Lem113 years 1 week ago
StoryRage Lem013 years 1 week ago
StoryShine Lem113 years 1 week ago
StoryMSN-Maracaca-Mashup! Lem013 years 1 week ago
StoryNameless Part One Lem013 years 1 week ago
StoryReceiving the Sound of Silence Lem013 years 1 week ago
StoryLoving You (free verse) Lem213 years 1 week ago
StoryPlaying With Time Lem013 years 1 week ago
StoryInfinite Sky Lem613 years 1 week ago
StoryGetting to know you- Münchners are like chocolates Lem113 years 1 week ago
StoryJourney Lem113 years 1 week ago
StoryI Try Lem113 years 1 week ago
StoryI Have A Friend Lem213 years 1 week ago
StoryI Write Lem213 years 1 week ago
StoryI Am Lem213 years 1 week ago
StoryDimitri Dances Lem013 years 1 week ago
StoryForeign Affairs Lem313 years 1 week ago
StoryDrifting Lem513 years 1 week ago
StoryFading to Sepia Silver Spun Sand2013 years 4 months ago
Forum topicRegarding Location Big Stinky Man.2213 years 4 months ago
StoryPreface. The Game Begins Lem513 years 5 months ago
StorySwamp Lem613 years 8 months ago
Forum topicCan't Write - Won't Write fatboy743714 years 1 month ago
StoryLost & Found Firebird414 years 2 months ago
StoryWonderful (I.P.) Kahdai214 years 2 months ago

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It was my intention to die On birthday (deathday) twenty-five When the air was shrouded in winter’s grey February skies already clad for mourning In...
Cherry

Fragile

I’m dancing atop the rolling world like running on a blue-green barrel but it really wouldn’t take much for an asteroid to wind me toss me down in...
Cherry

Sleep Is For The Weak

Sleep, they say, is for the weak and I am weak but I can’t sleep. I’m running on frenetic dreams Held together by caffeine seams and other people’s...
Cherry

I Have Seen Death

Sometimes it occurs to me That I have seen death Not in profound moments Or sunk in a brown study But mid-smile, drinks with friends Reading about...
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Highly Seasonal Being

I am a highly seasonal being. Seasonally Affected- Disordered- (SAD). What’s the point of winter? It only breeds grey melancholy Which itself sounds...

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