maybe it's a dream

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StoryThe Ship maybe it's a dream310 years 5 months ago
Storybrown. maybe it's a dream012 years 2 months ago
Storybird song maybe it's a dream212 years 2 months ago
StoryBeauty maybe it's a dream012 years 2 months ago
StoryPMT maybe it's a dream312 years 3 months ago
StoryThe Life of the Party maybe it's a dream112 years 3 months ago
StorySummer maybe it's a dream112 years 3 months ago
StoryOrchid maybe it's a dream315 years 1 month ago
Storynotes on a bathroom mirror maybe it's a dream415 years 5 months ago

My stories

bird song

I tilt, I soar On wings aflame with reds and golds, And brown my beak, I call, I sing aloud; The sky is mine. I drift, I gaze O’er fields and hills and farms Soft roll beneath.

Orchid

You bought the orchid for me in the spring. Fresh and perfect new, she bloomed to our first bloom of love.

PMT

Yes, I know I found you funny yesterday, It’s just not that funny anymore. Yes, I know I’m being touchy and ‘a bitch’, But you need to let it slide, ok?

The Ship

Lamps and lanterns beam with fragile grace that seems amiss. Pegged tight to warping boards they bounce with chains that clank and clamour on dark beams. Dark and dingy basement-like inside,

brown.

You are in the dark waters of the sullen, resting lake. You are there on the edges of the cracked oak skin. You creep along the edges of my window in the rain, And kiss the soft metal with rust.

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