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StoryThat's What I Call Poetry Silver Spun Sand2413 years 10 months ago
StoryCatatonic harrietmacmillan713 years 10 months ago
StoryINKY INDIGO moonphish813 years 10 months ago
StoryAutumn Reflections alphadog1213 years 10 months ago
StoryThe Blackness suz1613 years 10 months ago
StoryFLEDGLING moonphish313 years 10 months ago
StoryFIDDLER CRABS moonphish713 years 10 months ago
StoryZYANYA moonphish213 years 10 months ago
StoryI'd do this for you. jolono2413 years 10 months ago
StoryVIOLIN SPIDERS moonphish913 years 10 months ago
StoryTHE FORGOTTEN POEM moonphish413 years 10 months ago
StoryICICLE EYES moonphish413 years 10 months ago
StoryTHE LONELINESS OF TIDES moonphish213 years 10 months ago
StoryI LOVE U moonphish213 years 10 months ago
StoryEYES SEE YOU moonphish613 years 10 months ago
StoryNINJAS OF HAIKU moonphish313 years 10 months ago
StoryPOPPININ AND APOPPINOUT moonphish313 years 10 months ago
StoryUNAMUSED moonphish713 years 10 months ago
StorySomewhere In Between girlbear613 years 10 months ago
StoryThe Angel & The Mermaid well-wisher613 years 10 months ago
StoryCurtains. ScoZen3013 years 10 months ago
StoryTHE ORGAN moonphish413 years 10 months ago
StoryHER HAND IN MARRIAGE moonphish613 years 10 months ago
StoryTwenty One Sooz0061113 years 10 months ago

My stories

PANDICULATION

the starry blanket falling as the sun begins its quest the tip of golden crown above the mountaintop will crest . the whip-poor-wills and...

WHY THE HEART ?

how come when love comes visiting we pin it on the heart ? why does this certain organ always play the leading part ? . our hearts sustain our life...

BIRDS MAKE BETTER MUSIC

we think it's very pleasant when we hear the morning trill of the songbird in the garden that wafts through the window sill . but it's just nervous...

THROUGH ALL OBSTACLES

our lives are long strange journeys many chasms in our path a misstep in the dance can bring a tragic aftermath . but when i hold your hand i'll...

SCALES FELL FROM MY EYES

sometimes one's realm of vision just refuses to suffice the angelic may seem wicked what is hellish, paradise . the skin between is flimsy and it...

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