Beeme

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Story'Friends' shoe1914 years 3 months ago
StoryDevil's Footprints Beeme414 years 3 months ago
StoryOutback Beeme1214 years 3 months ago
StoryFree-fall Beeme1614 years 3 months ago
StorySmoking me out Beeme1214 years 3 months ago
StorySulphur sun-rise Beeme1514 years 3 months ago
StoryInstant ankari614 years 3 months ago
StoryThe book shoe1414 years 3 months ago
StoryRe-birth Beeme614 years 3 months ago
StoryWild-men Beeme1214 years 3 months ago
StoryLike Migratory Birds JoseHdz1514 years 3 months ago
StoryOld What's His Name... Silver Spun Sand1514 years 3 months ago
StoryHis Sweet Muse Silver Spun Sand1514 years 3 months ago
StorySunny Silver Spun Sand1214 years 3 months ago
StoryTrying Beeme1614 years 3 months ago
StoryThe Revolution peter_edward214 years 3 months ago
StoryChange Our Ways (Short Rap) pinda314 years 3 months ago
StoryWild Blows the Willow Silver Spun Sand1414 years 3 months ago
StoryWater in my lungs Beeme1014 years 3 months ago
StoryBeautifully seashore1814 years 3 months ago
StoryA Night in Camargue Silver Spun Sand1714 years 3 months ago
StoryAngels write in poetry, Demons write in prose jonahs cough1014 years 3 months ago
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StoryTruth and Lies Silver Spun Sand1214 years 3 months ago
StoryLover's Game shoe1014 years 3 months ago

My stories

Promises

We lie at the end of our tether- side by side, motorways; giving way to passing bodies. That was the way to live, never hold on. Faith is lost in the arms of love-
Cherry

Conversations

Drunk people forgetting etiquette, we fall into the laps of the people we have always been afraid, to tell we loved. Then we search for a way out, lay our heads on their shoulders-
Cherry

Complexion

I wrote this poem when you wern't looking, so I could imagine it would mean more. I think of someone who loves me scaling my house for my breath on the windows.
Cherry

Invention

If we talk it is always in double meaning. Words flung into the air simply to fill the gaps. Hung up like disregarded clothing, my stilouette blisters stain me with reailty.
Cherry

Enough

This room can't unfit its dimensions, my skin longs to be something more. The spectacle of life, falls apart beef prized from the bone by your fork. Was it a relief to end that life?

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