Mekare

My Stories

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  • In the arms of sleep
    Spring nights can look so charming, when you are in love. They seem to breathe all around you, alive and dead at the same time. Oxygen collides against your skin, and stars pierce the sky in a painless decoration. / Bu
    1000 words, 1 comment, June 13, 2007. In Crime, First person, Love
  • Pornography
    Pornography
    "No!"
    1000 words, 5 comments, April 22, 2005. In <200 lines
  • Careless whisper
    My tired eyes linger on the sparkling white wine inside my glass. I gulp it down in one sip, feeling the rude stroke of liquid down my throat. I'm starting to feel a bit dizzy.
    1400 words, 4 comments, April 17, 2005. In <200 lines
  • Lounge area
    She had no clue of the reason why she loved to spend so much time in there. It was something deeper than the precious gift of new faces blossoming inside her eyes, or the quiet
    1500 words, 2 comments, April 17, 2005. In 200-1500 lines, Fantasy

My Poetry

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  • Query
    A soul / is the question mark / at the end of all questions. / Too easy? / Are you sure? / Think about it.
    <100 words, 2 comments, June 24, 2007. In Spiritual, Thoughts, Weird
  • Wait for me
    I know you're there. / I see you when I close my eyes, / sucking your thumb in the other room. / You remind me a bit of my sister, / and of my mother just as much. / Sometimes you're three and we're a
    <100 words, 1 comment, June 24, 2007. In Childrens, Personal
  • The peacock muse
    You see the lines of ink on my skin, do you know what they are? / They are all the poems you didn't write. / They're all the times you put
    <100 words, 6 comments, June 13, 2007. In Dark, Fantasy, Sad, Spiritual

My other items

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  • Query at allpoetry
    A soul / is the question mark / at the end of all questions. / Too easy? / Are you sure? / Think about it.
  • Wait for me at allpoetry
    I know you're there. / I see you when I close my eyes, / sucking your thumb in the other room. / You remind me a bit of my sister, / and of my mother just as much. / Sometimes you're three and we're a
  • The peacock muse at allpoetry
    You see the lines of ink on my skin, do you know what they are? / They are all the poems you didn't write. / They're all the times you put your pen down, / That you looked out the window, forsaking me. / Ink

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