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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

Cherry

FLAWS IN THE DIAMOND

we all are little gemstones that are precious to behold with many different layers that will open and unfold . so deeply look at what's inside to...

STILL HOLDING HANDS

its true i cannot touch your face i only touch your mind in photographs, i see you now in real life, i am blind . around a single sun we spin in two...

APART, YET TOGETHER

let my words be soft caresses let my rhymes become your smiles let me warm you like a blanket that both comforts and beguiles . let my cadence be...

OEDIPUS READIPUS

oedipus readipus it's time for bedipus dad isn't here so i guess i'll ask mom oedipis readipus like her insteadipus maybe i'll ask her to go to the...

SOMETIMES I WISH

memories cling like the dew in the flowers no matter if joyous or sad and as i look back at our deepest dark hours a difficult path we have had . the...

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