Beeme

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Story'It's Over...' Silver Spun Sand1413 years 9 months ago
StoryNopales for Breakfast JoseHdz2613 years 9 months ago
StorySinging Lark awsamy513 years 9 months ago
StorySilence Beeme1513 years 9 months ago
StoryNow She is Six... Silver Spun Sand2613 years 9 months ago
StoryFOREVER SHALL EVER LOVE BE..... pinda413 years 9 months ago
StoryCircus Girl pinda313 years 9 months ago
StoryThe Sickness of Man (a letter of forgiveness) awsamy213 years 9 months ago
StoryKissing you awsamy413 years 9 months ago
StoryMaputo mattstreatham413 years 9 months ago
StoryFrom Me to You JoseHdz1213 years 9 months ago
StoryThat's Enough pinda413 years 9 months ago
StoryPrayer Beeme1113 years 9 months ago
StoryI Have Come To The Borders Of Sleep awsamy113 years 9 months ago
StoryLight Beeme513 years 9 months ago
StoryDignity seashore2413 years 10 months ago
Story"Darkest Before Dawn" (I.P.) Silver Spun Sand2613 years 10 months ago
StoryFeeling Beeme613 years 10 months ago
StoryRun Beeme313 years 10 months ago
StoryI Beeme813 years 10 months ago
StorySoul making fromagreenhill213 years 10 months ago
StoryCold Light of Reflection L G Meadows113 years 10 months ago
StoryHaunting Beeme313 years 10 months ago
StoryWires Beeme1013 years 10 months ago
StoryGymnopédie (I.P.) Silver Spun Sand1513 years 10 months ago

My stories

Poem of the week

Lullaby

"She says there are no criteria for love; just don’t let me pass alone in a silent corridor. Death sweeping through the air to find her body still and soundly sleeping-"
Cherry

Spend my days writing remedies

"I keep a pen and paper near because I don’t have you and maybe that doesn’t mean anything. Or perhaps I’m just to reluctant to let go,"
Cherry

Running

when I’m going away- I fold myself onto trains slotting my luggage between gaps- that seem to shrink as I touch them. I think about you and glance between the carriages.
Cherry

Wish bone for change

You travel for two hours because you feel that you should- It is not only the ticket you pay for but the price of morality. And your bones rattle on the train-
Cherry

Shaking

I want to take you away; to peel back the layers of sweat. Erase the sting of heroine; drain the poison. And if my blood was ink I’d never stop writing.

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