Beeme

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StoryAll Butterflies Flock Towards The Light Beeme1912 years 11 months ago
StoryAbu Simbel, Egypt. Beeme312 years 11 months ago
StoryA new day Beeme1412 years 11 months ago
StoryA "BEEME" and " CAVALCADERL" POEM Beeme212 years 11 months ago
Story"CAVALCADERL" and "BEEME" EDIT Beeme712 years 11 months ago
Forum topicThankyous and Last Days to submit Beeme012 years 11 months ago
Forum topicPoem published by Poetry24 Beeme1012 years 11 months ago
Forum topicJalapeno Green Pepper Beeme212 years 11 months ago
Forum topicwriting about mental health Beeme2312 years 11 months ago
Forum topicSelf publishing my first book Beeme112 years 11 months ago
Forum topicBest wishes for Christmas! Beeme1512 years 11 months ago
Forum topicDepression- Motives Beeme312 years 11 months ago
Forum topicNerves Beeme1512 years 11 months ago
Forum topicCherry worthy? - I think so. Beeme212 years 11 months ago
Forum topicShould I self-publish? Beeme912 years 11 months ago
Forum topicPlay Writing Beeme912 years 11 months ago
Forum topiccompetitions Beeme412 years 11 months ago
Forum topicWriting competitions Beeme312 years 11 months ago
CollectionSociety and Muffled Cries Beeme012 years 11 months ago
StoryIt is more Beeme012 years 12 months ago
Forum topicPaul Chappell (Footsie/FTSE100) andrea3812 years 12 months ago
Forum topic4 Days Left to join in Beeme013 years 1 day ago
Forum topicSubmit your poetry and prose! Beeme513 years 3 days ago
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StoryRome Beeme113 years 3 weeks ago

My stories

Cherry

Fire and love

my father is drinking himself to death, he was hospitalised and this is what I wrote after I visited him. Me and my sister had to support him walking, his shakes travelled up my entire body.
Cherry

Beautiful (II)

There is something beautiful when a man brushes her skin with his fingertips, so gently.
Cherry

Beautiful

Because some people find beauty where there is none to the naked eye.

Overdose

Slip me a pill Bill i'll sleep like a baby, maybe one more in the bottom of my glass will mend my heart. Crack, it shatters as glass. Listen, to the faint breath

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