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StoryTrue love or is it true lust? pom9902 months 18 hours ago
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StoryThe Missing Silver Spun Sand210 years 3 weeks ago
Collectionshort stories pom99010 years 10 months ago
StoryOnly a bird catherine poarch910 years 10 months ago
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StoryMy little Indian in Summer (I.P.) torscot2011 years 2 months ago
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StoryHandwriting pom99011 years 2 months ago
Forum topicLooking for accessible poetry collections pom99611 years 7 months ago
StoryThe lost pom99012 years 3 months ago
StoryPimp and whore pom99012 years 3 months ago
StoryMy night pom99012 years 3 months ago
StoryMemories pom99112 years 3 months ago
StoryAn unfinished conversation pom99012 years 3 months ago
StoryCONFLICT pom99212 years 3 months ago
Storybad poem pom99412 years 3 months ago
Story How I write pom99012 years 3 months ago
Forum topicWhat makes good poetry? pom993412 years 3 months ago
Forum topichow many of you want to/have got a degree in creative writing/creative nonfiction pom992212 years 3 months ago
Forum topicA technical question : How are number of 'reads' measured? pom99912 years 3 months ago
Collectionmy rants pom99012 years 3 months ago
StoryFor You pom99012 years 4 months ago

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My stories

Memory

Memory is old, scarred and twisted plastic You can’t drown it, You can’t burn it You can bury it. Only for it to resurface when you dig Leaving your...

Lies

The moon doesn’t have a hare slapped against its face Nor does it smile down upon us And orange seeds, swallowed whole, don't grow into a tree in my...
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Handwriting

The curls of the’s’ and the 'e' tell me that you had a steady but hasty hand A list of summer holiday destinations, A to-do of unfinished commitments...

The lost

Carnal pleasures pummel the mind, On the streets, under the lamp post Sits the orphaned milestone

True love or is it true lust?

Stripped dreams, Naked and shivering Await. From the mist will emerge my seductress, on a black horse, In her bosom and throbbing thighs, I rekindle the fires of my lake.

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Perfect from beginning till end

Posted on Sun, 04 Jan 2015

For me this is a new rendition of the 'beauty and the beast'. smiley

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