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ThinkingA Poem by Luna ChanI can't help it he's on my mind. Yvo I'm sorry and I know I promised you I wouldn't talk to him but I can't. |
FA Chapter by Damian Vincent HenryThis chapter deals with Sebastian making peace and embracing that which he cannot change, and accpting the fact that he has gay parents. |
DesperationA Book by AlurineMeldueneThey say that you never truly get over your first love, but after Oliver gets his heart broken by his one-sided love of fourteen years, the older brot.. |
Chapter 1 - It is love that makes the impossible p..A Chapter by AlurineMeldueneOliver, fresh-out-of highschool, has been on the receiving end of a startling amount of near-intimate moments with his best friend, Joseph. The proble.. |
My Experiences with the Male GenderA Story by c.d.kSpoiler: I cry a lot. |
StrangeA Poem by Madeline DerujinskyThe way you are is so strange.and the way to make me feel is unsettling.You are so beautiful, but so sharp and cold.playful but in the worst ways,game.. |
Him (At Night)A Poem by Madeline DerujinskyHe was the kind of boyto be up and thinking about you at 3ambut instead of pleasuring himselfhe wrote poems abouthow your cheeks look pretty when the .. |
Glass HeartA Chapter by Madeline DerujinskyAll I will remember you as is one of the confused little boyswho I so foolishly thought could take care of my tiny glass heart,but you too dropped it... |
BoysA Poem by Daughter of DarknessAcrostic poem because now I can't seem to get to sleep! |
The Red RoseA Story by BrittanyChapter 1 |
WATCHING YOCAHANA 1962A Poem by Terry CollettBOYS WATCH A GIRL PRETEND PLAYING A PIANO IN CLASS IN 1962 |
NothingA Chapter by Kelsey RaeSaigeNothing. Bottomless, lightless, swallowing. It's like I'm falling, slowly, down, down, down.Nothing. Just a hole, black .. |
LIKE AN ANGEL SING 1962A Poem by Terry CollettBOYS AND A GIRL AT SCHOOL AND A BALL GAME IN 1962 |
MILKA WATCHES 1964A Poem by Terry CollettA GIRL WATCHES AS HER BOYFRIEND AND HER BROTHERS PRACTICE JUDO IN 1964 |
One Night StandA Poem by n.l.m.Tangled up in a white bed sheet, The urge to touch the black strands of his hair. She thought you are not mine, and I am not yours. 1:39 am, his s.. |