Beeme

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StoryNext Of Kin Beeme612 years 2 months ago
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StoryStarting again Beeme212 years 2 months ago
StoryWe Give Up blighters rock1312 years 3 months ago
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StoryHidden memories Beeme612 years 3 months ago
StorySent...letters waiting for God Beeme1212 years 3 months ago
StoryThe Underground Is So Mainstream MistakenMagic2212 years 3 months ago
StoryNo name Beeme1012 years 4 months ago
StoryResting my head against your bedroom door maggyvaneijk1612 years 4 months ago
StoryAnd Other Acts of Masochism MistakenMagic1412 years 4 months ago
StoryYou terrify me lavadis312 years 4 months ago
StoryInhale the silence Beeme212 years 4 months ago
StoryToday I am not eighteen Beeme1312 years 4 months ago
StoryThe Last Liberal Democrat MistakenMagic2412 years 4 months ago
StorySpend my days reading remedies Beeme1012 years 4 months ago
StoryNight therapy Beeme212 years 4 months ago
StoryA Song for Pinda (R.I.P.) threeleafshamrock1112 years 4 months ago
StoryOn the night when you threw and I ducked lavadis912 years 4 months ago
Story FREEDOM Cavalcader1612 years 4 months ago
StoryFreedom Beeme2012 years 4 months ago

My stories

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Sent...letters waiting for God

By Beeme on Sun, 15 Jan 2012

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
Autobiography
Poem
Certificate 12
Cherry

Can't Forget You

By Beeme on Sun, 08 Jan 2012

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.
Autobiography
Story
Certificate 15
Cherry

No name

By Beeme on Fri, 06 Jan 2012

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.
Autobiography
Poem
Certificate 15

Take it all for him

By Beeme on Tue, 20 Dec 2011

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,
Autobiography
Poem
Certificate 12
Cherry

Inhale the silence

By Beeme on Sun, 18 Dec 2011

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.
Autobiography
Certificate 12

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