Lizbeth

Joined May 2025

43 stories

Bio

Just a dyslexic trying to complete her dreams 😊🖤

Stories (43)

Filter by community

Sort by (Optional)

FeetFinder
Day 3, Oh man, that’s a wild story! I mean, FeetFinder, huh? It’s like eBay for feet—like, who knew there was a market for that? I’ve got enough trouble trying to get my own socks on straight in the morning, and now I hear there are people out there trying to spread themselves all over the internet!
By Lizbeth8 months ago in Filthy
Pick me up
I dream of a ship from the twilight sky, A gleaming UFO that zooms on by, To lift me away from this weary ground, Where troubles and pain are all I’ve found.
By Lizbeth8 months ago in Poets
Newcomer on FeetFinder: The Ups and Downs
Starting fresh on a new platform can feel like stepping into uncharted territory. Yesterday was my first day exploring FeetFinder, a site promising a way to connect with others and showcase my unique feet photos. I was hopeful, excited even, imagining the possibilities ahead.
By Lizbeth8 months ago in Filthy
New Journey: My Beginner’s Adventure on FeetFinder
Every great story begins with a first step, and mine is no different. I’ve recently started my journey on FeetFinder, and I’m excited to share my experience, aspirations, and enthusiasm with you. As a newcomer, I see this platform as an incredible opportunity to explore, express, and connect in a space dedicated to celebrating beauty and individuality.
By Lizbeth8 months ago in Filthy
Life of Edgar Allan Poe
In the misty dawn of nineteenth-century days, A boy named Edgar wandered, lost in twilight’s haze. Born in Boston, 1809, a life both bright and grim, His soul was carved from shadows, his mind grew dark and slim.
By Lizbeth8 months ago in Poets
Breakin Free
(Verse 1) Yo, I’m standin’ in the shadows of my past, Broken mirrors reflect a life that didn’t last, Old me’s a ghost, haunted by mistakes, Heavy is the burden, every dawn it aches.
By Lizbeth8 months ago in Poets
The Graveyard Chick
Beneath the moon’s pale, ghostly glow, She walks where shadows softly grow, A queen of darkness, fierce and free, The graveyard’s secret mystery.
By Lizbeth8 months ago in Poets
Rising Star in Ink's Bright Sky
From the first stroke of passion, I began to rise, A dream in my heart, shining bright in my eyes. Through pages and pages, I poured out my soul, A story of hope, striving toward my goal.
By Lizbeth8 months ago in Poets
Caregivers drive
Five years of mornings, dawn’s gentle light, A steady journey, day into night, Across the miles, with purpose true, To care, to listen, to see through.
By Lizbeth8 months ago in Poets
Sound like a Man
Verse 1) I walk in the shadows, thunder in my veins, Voice like a storm, breaking through the chains. Might sound like a man, but I’m standing tall, Ripping through the silence, hear my battle call!
By Lizbeth8 months ago in Art
Now here I stand
For weeks I’ve waited, heart pounding tight, A dream in my chest, glowing pure and bright. The moments of doubt, the nights I’d rehearse, All led to this, my victory’s verse.
By Lizbeth9 months ago in Poets
When I'm stoned
(Verse 1) Caught up in the haze, lost inside my mind, Thoughts are blurred, memories left behind. Your face slips away like smoke in the air, Don’t remember your name, don’t really care.
By Lizbeth9 months ago in Poets