Category: Stories

Welcome to 32 Orchard Street.

“Okay,” Diane huffs, as she throws herself into the seat next to Calle, wiping the sweat from her perfect brows. Today, she went for a white button-down to go under her yellow sweater, her black high waisted jeans showed her beautifully shaped ass and she definitely showed it off to the hot girl at the…

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ghost.| written July 10, 2019

He appeared as a ghost It wasn’t supposed to happen It was supposed to be different We were planning a future We were healing I was changing and growing I thought it would be better now But he appeared as a ghost 2:52am In my doorway. Questioning the whereabouts of his wine Trying to prove…

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32 Orchard Street| Pt. 1 (old)

“Okay,” Diane huffs, as she throws herself into the seat next to Calle, wiping the sweat from her perfect brows. Today, she went for a white button down to go under her yellow sweater, her black high waisted jeans showed her beautifully shaped ass and she definitely showed it off to the hot girl at…

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let’s take a chance

let’s take a chance what’s living in our truth let’s be authentic with ourselves always and completely let’s acknowledge when we must forgive ourselves, others, circumstances Let’s  be clear about what we need, always and allow ourselves to be responsible about that we are made of love and deserve love. I am now aware of…

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Home

I wrote a poem about the home that I’ve been dreaming about for the past few months. The place I plan on staying by myself and feeling the most comfort. Home where tea is overflowing and coziness is one step away we’re soft music will fill the silence we’re the only troubling voices are your…

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Intertwined

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!! I have a feelings it’s going to be a GREAT year!!! I’M STARTING OFF THE NEW YEAR WITH POEMS!!! I WROTE A BUNCH BEFORE THE YEAR ENDED! Intertwined connected like trees who’ve grown together connected like souls who have unknowingly morphed together sometimes, I don’t know what’s yours and what’s mine sometimes…

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Drunk poem at 12:45am

my foolish heart fell for him she felt that deep urge for him wanted more than mediocre. wanted to get that dream of being more than a solo person to become a team with someone my foolish heart looked at him reach for him wanted him looked through all the hardships and the hurt look…

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