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StoryThat's What I Call Poetry Silver Spun Sand2413 years 6 months ago
StoryCatatonic harrietmacmillan713 years 6 months ago
StoryINKY INDIGO moonphish813 years 6 months ago
StoryAutumn Reflections alphadog1213 years 6 months ago
StoryThe Blackness suz1613 years 6 months ago
StoryFLEDGLING moonphish313 years 6 months ago
StoryFIDDLER CRABS moonphish713 years 6 months ago
StoryZYANYA moonphish213 years 6 months ago
StoryI'd do this for you. jolono2413 years 6 months ago
StoryVIOLIN SPIDERS moonphish913 years 6 months ago
StoryTHE FORGOTTEN POEM moonphish413 years 6 months ago
StoryICICLE EYES moonphish413 years 6 months ago
StoryTHE LONELINESS OF TIDES moonphish213 years 6 months ago
StoryI LOVE U moonphish213 years 6 months ago
StoryEYES SEE YOU moonphish613 years 6 months ago
StoryNINJAS OF HAIKU moonphish313 years 6 months ago
StoryPOPPININ AND APOPPINOUT moonphish313 years 6 months ago
StoryUNAMUSED moonphish713 years 6 months ago
StorySomewhere In Between girlbear613 years 6 months ago
StoryThe Angel & The Mermaid well-wisher613 years 6 months ago
StoryCurtains. ScoZen3013 years 6 months ago
StoryTHE ORGAN moonphish413 years 6 months ago
StoryHER HAND IN MARRIAGE moonphish613 years 6 months ago
StoryTwenty One Sooz0061113 years 6 months ago

My stories

THE PERFECT CHOICE

we contemplate quite often on the day that we will die and if we'll be united with our loved ones in the sky . of course, we'll see our relatives for...

SILENT LETTERS

i love those silent letters and i don't think them absurd i wish i could combine them all to make a silent word . a word expressing feelings of a...

CHAPTERS LEFT TO READ

our love has played out like a book with chapters in a row a roller coaster of a ride with rhythms, fast and slow . at times, we thought our book of...
Cherry

I NEVER HEARD HER CRY

i don't know why i left her for she wasn't all that bad in retrospect, she may have been the best girl that i've had . we drifted down a river like...

HOURGLASS

our lives are like an hourglass or so we have been told and stored within, our precious sand but how much does it hold ? . when we are born, the...

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