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shanibeer
The MINIMALIST
8d
Dinner-dinner, dinner-dinner, Batman!
Dinner-dinner, dinner-dinner, Batman!
It was down hill from there.
It was down hill from there.
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shanibeer
The MINIMALIST
21d
Room with a View
Room with a View
your skin, and heart, raw and bleeding
your skin, and heart, raw and bleeding
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omokhafue
Q Inspired-by-Music
1yPublished via Ecency
3rd of December
3rd of December
The tip of my toes grazed the cold surface of the ground whenever I tried to skid through. A slick of sweat ran down the center of my back. I was breathing hard, my chest constricting with every breath
adhira
Writing Club
4y
Sober Revelations Arising from Drunkenness
Sober Revelations Arising from Drunkenness
The truths we utter half-awake.
raj808
Liketu
4y
The Farthest Shore - Finding Balance
The Farthest Shore - Finding Balance
I took this photo in Praia do Carneiro, Portugal in 2018. I took this photo in Praia do Carneiro, Portugal in 2018. I took this photo in Praia do Carneiro, Portugal in 2018. I took this photo in Praia
rene.neverfound
Blockchain Poets
5y
Under the Surface
Under the Surface
A prose-poetry from Encanto's Soundtrack Surface Pressure: about what we hide and the things that keeping us shut.
rene.neverfound
Blockchain Poets
5y
Tales and Tastes of Reality
Tales and Tastes of Reality
There are two faces of a book, so as our mother's tales, and if you'll look at our childhood, there are as well.
rene.neverfound
Blockchain Poets
5y
My Self-care Menu
My Self-care Menu
A self-care list for people who are in-lack of courage and confidence. We are all unique in our own way.
rene.neverfound
The Ink Well
5y
Those Constellated Dead Cosmoses
Those Constellated Dead Cosmoses
Acceptance comes with a great prize so does being alive. Solely for the people who doubt themselves, you are beautiful.
rene.neverfound
introduceyourself
5y
A Loner's Weep
A Loner's Weep
A Loner's Weep is a tale of a girl who suffered depression at an early age and how she survived life up to this moment.
sofs-su
Proof of Brain
5yPublished via Ecency
The Magic of Dreams
The Magic of Dreams
When I close my eyes, beauty stands beckoning to me imploring me to embrace her. Butterflies and fireflies vie for my attention. Roses and waterlilies rock to the rhythm and the music of the trees yearning
keuudeip
Photography Lovers
6y
Lange : the exoticism of a wild beach
Lange : the exoticism of a wild beach
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The waves of the Indian Ocean hit the rocks hard. For the rocks, it's just a pleasant, subtle touch. Like the droplets of a cold drink touching the lips, giving them a hint of coolness. It also won't go
warpedpoetic
The Ink Well
6y
You'd think it is poetic to hunger for release.
You'd think it is poetic to hunger for release.
Pull it out of the teeth, the everlasting sigh of a dolphin escorting the sun into the cup of the horizon. Drink my lips for the music that it promises . Sitting on that rocking chair, my grandfather's
warpedpoetic
OCD
7y
We moved
We moved
We move, gently down the slope, a slip of a boy, a girl with lots of hair. We flit through the magical noon–bees & butterflies, thrushes & swallows, tall grasses shaking their fat stalks, the placid
goastrighter
freewrite
8y
Footsteps (Freewrite)
Footsteps (Freewrite)
Over the squidgy granular sand; that is too difficult to walk in, I try to follow- from one step to the next - those firm eroded footprints, left one by one, alone, along the wavering line that meets the
damianjayclay
poetry
8y
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godwine
short
9y
ANGELA'S SOFA
ANGELA'S SOFA
It was almost midnight. Sam woke with a start, with a heart beating like a marathon racer's. His body resembled that of a rain-drenched hen and his breaths could easily pass him for a teenager recovering

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