I’m so ready for steem monsters!!! Special shoutout to @bluntsmasha for making my very own steem monster card. Yes I know I’m a huge nerd! Lol This card will give you a boost of health while tasting

“I once knew a man, on his hand were nubs and a thumb. He said to me ‘I did this myself. Once for every time a woman broke my heart. I killed them’ This gave me a start. He waited a moment then said ‘Now

I never thought I would come up with a headline like that, but here we are. Disappointment is a integral part of Steemit, and I take full responsibility for this statement. How Come? Well, Steemit is very,

The world is a door from which glory underneath seeps. Man discerns meager shadows. Before the door lie cramped men aspiring in multitude : horde of men, myriad men, throng of men, report, distort, devise!

Other things know me, as mass of men - women - children, witnesses & intruders, on my misfortune, know my cries as the cane struck my welted back, as they knew the sounds my throat makes as men unknown

Day started out gloomy enough, not for anything do they call this area "Fog Town". It wasn't inviting weather, but I decided to take the bike out for a little ride. I ran into this graffito on

I met him one day through Ariana. He was singing Kanye West's "Golddigger" in requisite high-pitch; he had long brown hair and a protrusive nose, he looked like a cross between Ray Romano and

So for today’s post I thought of doing something different thanks to a fellow stemian @khackett. She came up with a daily challenge to do a random act of kindness and to me this is why I love steem it!!

Hey fellow steemians! So it’s time for an update for my indoor grow. I’m running outta room fast! Lol my two Tahoo OG x OG are about ready to be flipped. Since I am not quite ready for them since flower

I know it. I know, like the earth beneath me is hot and hard, like the dumb sky is godforsaken blue, like the flesh that covers me like a straitjacket, that the counselor and his kinfolk are gods; and

I had this book in prison, even in the SHU, and did not get to it til now. It's a collection of stories about Nazi sympathizing writers throughout the Americas. The stories range in styles. They catalogue

She was bewildered, as she liked to say, by the person she was; and like soul-nauseous of some inner deadness, or, maybe, not deadness but a sleeping numbness, like a soul-part that had been so constantly,

About me Hello fellow steemians, my name is Bosola Salako-Salami and I'm a new user in the steemit community. I studied Telecommunications and Information Technology with a Bachelor of Science and education

i tear my throat open as a gazelle is torn between a lion’s maw, and recline on my mother’s rocking chair, at the edge of a Martian crag and smoke a cigarette, and watch the smoke billow out from my throat

I Ever since Irene decided to stay in New York I’d taken up with her younger sister, Natalie. I found Natalie to be a more realized woman than Irene, who in hindsight resembled more of an apparition than

I Ever since Irene decided to stay in New York I’d taken up with her younger sister, Natalie. I found Natalie to be a more realized woman than Irene, who in hindsight resembled more of an apparition than

Night, again, the morbid inhalation of the night opening it's maw as though to decimate, In one long suck, the layers of light still caked to our skin like earth atop a mass grave; but no one dies in vain,

Hey. I'm Kon. I write poetry and stories and rant every now and then. Somethings about me: I'm 26, I'm a student, I'm an artist, and I'm an ex-con. I'm pansexual and am in a committed relationship with

Inspiration made flesh my callipygian Muse after Helen: men clash in order to pay their dues to my callipygian Muse. A strip of radiant land separates prominent mountains. Telle’s glorious glow commands