Beeme

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Story'It's Over...' Silver Spun Sand1414 years 2 months ago
StoryNopales for Breakfast JoseHdz2614 years 2 months ago
StorySinging Lark awsamy514 years 2 months ago
StorySilence Beeme1514 years 2 months ago
StoryNow She is Six... Silver Spun Sand2614 years 2 months ago
StoryFOREVER SHALL EVER LOVE BE..... pinda414 years 2 months ago
StoryCircus Girl pinda314 years 2 months ago
StoryThe Sickness of Man (a letter of forgiveness) awsamy214 years 2 months ago
StoryKissing you awsamy414 years 2 months ago
StoryMaputo mattstreatham414 years 2 months ago
StoryFrom Me to You JoseHdz1214 years 2 months ago
StoryThat's Enough pinda414 years 2 months ago
StoryPrayer Beeme1114 years 2 months ago
StoryI Have Come To The Borders Of Sleep awsamy114 years 3 months ago
StoryLight Beeme514 years 3 months ago
StoryDignity seashore2414 years 3 months ago
Story"Darkest Before Dawn" (I.P.) Silver Spun Sand2614 years 3 months ago
StoryFeeling Beeme614 years 3 months ago
StoryRun Beeme314 years 3 months ago
StoryI Beeme814 years 3 months ago
StorySoul making fromagreenhill214 years 3 months ago
StoryCold Light of Reflection L G Meadows114 years 3 months ago
StoryHaunting Beeme314 years 3 months ago
StoryWires Beeme1014 years 3 months ago
StoryGymnopédie (I.P.) Silver Spun Sand1514 years 3 months ago

My stories

Poem of the week

Lullaby

"She says there are no criteria for love; just don’t let me pass alone in a silent corridor. Death sweeping through the air to find her body still and soundly sleeping-"
Cherry

Spend my days writing remedies

"I keep a pen and paper near because I don’t have you and maybe that doesn’t mean anything. Or perhaps I’m just to reluctant to let go,"
Cherry

Running

when I’m going away- I fold myself onto trains slotting my luggage between gaps- that seem to shrink as I touch them. I think about you and glance between the carriages.
Cherry

Wish bone for change

You travel for two hours because you feel that you should- It is not only the ticket you pay for but the price of morality. And your bones rattle on the train-
Cherry

Shaking

I want to take you away; to peel back the layers of sweat. Erase the sting of heroine; drain the poison. And if my blood was ink I’d never stop writing.

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