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Forum topic'Gender Issues' in Children's Writing?? hannahhepton1113 years 1 month ago
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StoryThe Stutter adbates213 years 1 month ago
StoryI hate Slip N Slides Russ Teed213 years 2 months ago
StoryMemories are Raindrops adbates113 years 2 months ago
StoryYou Have Some Place To Be adbates313 years 2 months ago
Forum topicDiscussing the slight controversy of the poem "Faithless" Chinobus613 years 2 months ago
StorySilly You mcscraic113 years 2 months ago
StoryYou've Trapped Me, Dear adbates313 years 2 months ago
StoryA Short Poem With A Longer Title Than The Actual Poem Itself beaste513 years 2 months ago
Forum topic19.04.13 Story, Poem and Inspiration Point of the Week tcook213 years 2 months ago
StoryBefore We Part adbates013 years 2 months ago
StoryThe Nightly Harlot adbates413 years 2 months ago
StoryI Showered In Their Blood Evie2420213 years 2 months ago
StoryCan I... cigarettes and ...113 years 2 months ago
StoryWhy mum was born blind Esther1513 years 2 months ago
StoryThey Show No Mercy adbates013 years 2 months ago
StoryMaybe Next Time adbates213 years 3 months ago
StoryThe Guilty Killer adbates013 years 3 months ago
StoryMy Irrationality adbates1013 years 3 months ago
StoryI Wouldn't Change A Thing adbates013 years 3 months ago
StoryMy very own queen of hearts Mark Heathcote613 years 3 months ago
StoryPOEM: Homicide of Humour. KPHVampireWriter313 years 3 months ago
StoryLosing Everything adbates113 years 3 months ago
StoryPOEM: A Marriage Of Minds. KPHVampireWriter413 years 3 months ago

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You've Pulled Away Too Many Times Before

You hate to love someone you're tied to by fate spitting fire and words meant to kill I'll stand my ground but it crumbles under me (in a sick way I...
Cherry

Becoming Perfection

blood drips from satin lips
 2 pm wine stains her teeth there’s never enough to drink and her prescription drugs are running out designer dresses hug...

Not A Broken Heart

I can hear your breaking heart hundreds of miles away echoing my own pain that escapes your notice (as it should) I'd like to say I'm tormented, in...

But Sometimes I'm The Sun

I know you’re fond of darkness And being lost to the background But space is infinitely large and dark You could be the sun Meaningful to a few...

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