Beeme
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| Type | Title | Author | Replies | Last updated |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| Story | Outback | Beeme | 12 | 15 years 1 month ago |
| Story | Free-fall | Beeme | 16 | 15 years 1 month ago |
| Story | Smoking me out | Beeme | 12 | 15 years 2 months ago |
| Story | Sulphur sun-rise | Beeme | 15 | 15 years 2 months ago |
| Story | Instant | ankari | 6 | 15 years 2 months ago |
| Story | The book | shoe | 14 | 15 years 2 months ago |
| Story | Re-birth | Beeme | 6 | 15 years 2 months ago |
| Story | Wild-men | Beeme | 12 | 15 years 2 months ago |
| Story | Like Migratory Birds | JoseHdz | 15 | 15 years 2 months ago |
| Story | Old What's His Name... | Silver Spun Sand | 15 | 15 years 2 months ago |
| Story | His Sweet Muse | Silver Spun Sand | 15 | 15 years 2 months ago |
| Story | Sunny | Silver Spun Sand | 12 | 15 years 2 months ago |
| Story | Trying | Beeme | 16 | 15 years 2 months ago |
| Story | The Revolution | peter_edward | 2 | 15 years 2 months ago |
| Story | Change Our Ways (Short Rap) | pinda | 3 | 15 years 2 months ago |
| Story | Wild Blows the Willow | Silver Spun Sand | 14 | 15 years 2 months ago |
| Story | Water in my lungs | Beeme | 10 | 15 years 2 months ago |
| Story | Beautifully | seashore | 18 | 15 years 2 months ago |
| Story | A Night in Camargue | Silver Spun Sand | 17 | 15 years 2 months ago |
| Story | Angels write in poetry, Demons write in prose | jonahs cough | 10 | 15 years 2 months ago |
| Story | Lake of Sighs | Silver Spun Sand | 10 | 15 years 2 months ago |
| Story | Truth and Lies | Silver Spun Sand | 12 | 15 years 2 months ago |
| Story | Lover's Game | shoe | 10 | 15 years 2 months ago |
| Story | Hide and Seek | MistakenMagic | 40 | 15 years 2 months ago |
| Story | Apollo in his cottons | jonahs cough | 13 | 15 years 2 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-
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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-
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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.
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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.
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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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- 1830 reads