Deliberately Evolving

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StoryRugby commentary by accidentallyexisting Deliberately Ev...1210 years 9 months ago
StoryBeach bums Deliberately Ev...610 years 10 months ago
StoryInstagram fakery Dreamerof4410 years 10 months ago
StoryTo what is happening Itane Vero210 years 10 months ago
StoryBeach Bee1910 years 10 months ago
StoryPoem For a Flower Bee1810 years 10 months ago
StoryOh the shame! Deliberately Ev...1710 years 10 months ago
StoryBack from the Light Philip Sidney1210 years 10 months ago
StoryUnexpected Harvest (2/9/15) Rhiannonw1010 years 10 months ago
StoryMy cherry blossom baby Deliberately Ev...810 years 10 months ago
StoryThe sunny step Deliberately Ev...1210 years 10 months ago
StoryThe Devestating Machine well-wisher310 years 10 months ago
Storychurch street cemetery maggyvaneijk1210 years 10 months ago
StoryHelp me to stay another day Tick tock510 years 10 months ago
StoryLiberation Deliberately Ev...410 years 10 months ago
StorySeptember (Rhyme) well-wisher110 years 10 months ago
Story'The Old Man of Coniston' Silver Spun Sand1210 years 10 months ago
Storyhow to be stupid celticman1210 years 10 months ago
StoryMan on the run Deliberately Ev...610 years 10 months ago
StoryThe sound of my love Deliberately Ev...1110 years 10 months ago
StoryA Moonlight Ramble skinner_jennifer2110 years 10 months ago
StoryAutumn Lilies Raymond Fortin210 years 10 months ago
StoryA Colourful Yarn luigi_pagano610 years 10 months ago
StoryIslands In The Sky Curtis Ray Jones210 years 10 months ago
StoryNo Room For Water Bee2110 years 10 months ago

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Cherry

Free (Poetry monthly)

I dreamed of you in moons and stars and skies of the blackest lace. I saw the truth deep in your eyes, as I gazed at your lovely face. I saw a bird,...
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You're all I ever wanted

I have a picture in my mind. It's you, your face, my hand in yours, clutching at straws, that there may be hope, a little more time left. Time for a...
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Please don't touch me

Fictional poem about the long term effects of sexual abuse. Even when the children grow up and seem to be successful and not affected by it, it does not mean that damage has not been done. 1 in 3 women have experienced abuse at some time in their life in the UK.
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Compassion

Born a bud, curled in, coiled. For warmth; for radiant light, waiting. spiralled petals fan, once tight, leafy arms spread to the sun; a flower...

Home sweet home

I don't care for trendy clothes, I don't need expensive things. Diamonds are just sparkly stones don't bother buying fancy rings. I don't glue on...

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