Beeme

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StoryNext Of Kin Beeme613 years 5 months ago
StoryHomer...and all that Jazz Silver Spun Sand1913 years 5 months ago
Forum topicMy inspiration point scratch1813 years 5 months ago
StoryOf Moths and of Men (I.P.) Silver Spun Sand2313 years 5 months ago
StoryLiving Light-Birth marks (3) Beeme713 years 5 months ago
StoryLiving Light- promises (2) Beeme513 years 5 months ago
StoryStarting again Beeme213 years 5 months ago
StoryWe Give Up blighters rock1313 years 6 months ago
StoryI Allow It blighters rock1313 years 6 months ago
StoryHidden memories Beeme613 years 6 months ago
StorySent...letters waiting for God Beeme1213 years 6 months ago
StoryThe Underground Is So Mainstream MistakenMagic2213 years 6 months ago
StoryNo name Beeme1013 years 7 months ago
StoryResting my head against your bedroom door maggyvaneijk1613 years 7 months ago
StoryAnd Other Acts of Masochism MistakenMagic1413 years 7 months ago
StoryYou terrify me lavadis313 years 7 months ago
StoryInhale the silence Beeme213 years 7 months ago
StoryToday I am not eighteen Beeme1313 years 7 months ago
StoryThe Last Liberal Democrat MistakenMagic2413 years 7 months ago
StorySpend my days reading remedies Beeme1013 years 7 months ago
StoryNight therapy Beeme213 years 7 months ago
StoryA Song for Pinda (R.I.P.) threeleafshamrock1113 years 7 months ago
StoryOn the night when you threw and I ducked lavadis913 years 7 months ago
Story FREEDOM Cavalcader1613 years 7 months ago
StoryFreedom Beeme2013 years 7 months ago

My stories

Cherry

Sent...letters waiting for God

Every other wish is filtered through the blind, we are left hoping- an emotion which leaves our hands in constant prayer, that maybe our turn is next; so my grandma slowing unclenches
Cherry

Can't Forget You

To wage our own war against identity, we break our necks to prove that people rarely change. I have grown up wearing the same clothes, that my mother wishes I disregard as past.
Cherry

No name

We play with the sun beaming against our olive skin until we turn brown and I feel happy that I am so dark, nobody can guess at my heritage. I am anonymous.

Take it all for him

Like here God “You can take my blood, roses of death, which only ever bloomed under the warm light of a microscope. Have my paper bags which were only ever his oxygen archives,
Cherry

Inhale the silence

We wait together, I softly unfold your fingertips. You are gripping my hand hard, turning over the white edges of my palm into pages of speech, but I am secretly cherishing our silence.

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