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StoryYour Songs awsamy215 years 1 week ago
StorySeeing you awsamy515 years 1 week ago
StoryWhere's the Justice? skinner_jennifer1615 years 1 week ago
StoryThe Lioness (A short poem) well-wisher415 years 1 week ago
StoryFlowers well-wisher315 years 1 week ago
StoryBig, bad wolf well-wisher915 years 1 week ago
StoryI go to Nature to heal myself awsamy215 years 1 week ago
Forum topicCherry worthy? - I think so. Beeme215 years 1 week ago
StoryThe Night calls to me awsamy315 years 1 week ago
StorySinging Lark awsamy515 years 1 week ago
StoryAttempts at Haiku. ScoZen1815 years 1 week ago
StorySilence Beeme1515 years 1 week ago
Story'It's Over...' Silver Spun Sand1415 years 1 week ago
StoryThe Sickness of Man (a letter of forgiveness) awsamy215 years 1 week ago
StoryKissing you awsamy415 years 1 week ago
StoryOne of Merlin's Adventures awsamy215 years 1 week ago
StoryGod on trial awsamy415 years 1 week ago
StoryCircus Girl pinda315 years 2 weeks ago
StorySlow Dance threeleafshamrock1415 years 2 weeks ago
StoryStarstruck Lovers awsamy215 years 2 weeks ago
StoryDoes capitalism encourage individuality? (Song) well-wisher415 years 2 weeks ago
StoryThe Human Condition awsamy215 years 3 weeks ago
StoryThe Alien awsamy215 years 3 weeks ago
StorySnatched by Nymphs. InspiredWriter315 years 3 weeks ago
StoryPrayer Beeme1115 years 3 weeks ago

My stories

Dust Bowl Dance

If I opened up your mind like a book, peeling back the layers, To disclose the real you, that has been submerged under a Tower of uncertainly, growing stronger, each passing day,

Peter Pan hits maturity

He outstretched his palms, in delightful anticipation, the sea swallows song gains momentum, As they circled the fluctuating tide, he did not know himself in the watery reflection,

Diary of a broken man (part two, A Life Revoked)

He seeks solace, But cannot comprehend his discontent, Cept in profanities, stained with tobacco, He longs for comfort, the kind that can only be found, In the arms of your mother,
Cherry

Diary of a broken man (part one)

There’s a fire in your belly, raging like an inferno, Acting out in performances of violence at a whim, The line between loyalty to preconceived ideas of wrong and right,

Torn

If god has deserted us, then I have deserted him, When the sea runs red with swirls of anger, I will turn my head away, And no amount of praying will draw me back to you,

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