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