Beeme

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StoryNext Of Kin Beeme613 years 9 months ago
StoryHomer...and all that Jazz Silver Spun Sand1913 years 9 months ago
Forum topicMy inspiration point scratch1813 years 9 months ago
StoryOf Moths and of Men (I.P.) Silver Spun Sand2313 years 9 months ago
StoryLiving Light-Birth marks (3) Beeme713 years 9 months ago
StoryLiving Light- promises (2) Beeme513 years 9 months ago
StoryStarting again Beeme213 years 9 months ago
StoryWe Give Up blighters rock1313 years 10 months ago
StoryI Allow It blighters rock1313 years 10 months ago
StoryHidden memories Beeme613 years 10 months ago
StorySent...letters waiting for God Beeme1213 years 10 months ago
StoryThe Underground Is So Mainstream MistakenMagic2213 years 10 months ago
StoryNo name Beeme1013 years 10 months ago
StoryResting my head against your bedroom door maggyvaneijk1613 years 10 months ago
StoryAnd Other Acts of Masochism MistakenMagic1413 years 11 months ago
StoryYou terrify me lavadis313 years 11 months ago
StoryInhale the silence Beeme213 years 11 months ago
StoryToday I am not eighteen Beeme1313 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Last Liberal Democrat MistakenMagic2413 years 11 months ago
StorySpend my days reading remedies Beeme1013 years 11 months ago
StoryNight therapy Beeme213 years 11 months ago
StoryA Song for Pinda (R.I.P.) threeleafshamrock1113 years 11 months ago
StoryOn the night when you threw and I ducked lavadis913 years 11 months ago
Story FREEDOM Cavalcader1613 years 11 months ago
StoryFreedom Beeme2013 years 11 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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