A collaboration of thirty on a very affectionate affair of poetry pizzazz! Enjoy!
A collaboration of forty on a very scenic subject! Enjoy!
HEYY!! This a a collaboration Involving several writers from commaful, All of us wrote about the prompts NEEDY AND LONELY!! Thank you to everyone that participated and I hope we could do this again!!
The ice-cold look Tells me everything I don't want to hear
Title comes from Dickinson's "I took my power in my hand.."
Art by me~
Collab Btw me and many writers on the app enjoy <3
Your touch is so cold It tells me your heart is closed...
// the burning i felt from our love was not from warmth, but rather from frostbite //
i just found out, the doctor through which my mom had a checkup tried to rape a patient and was arrested. hearing that made me wanna cry. I keep hearing such this frequently nowadays. I really don't k...
There was a man many winter ago, he froze in a ditch walking home. His death was not known until winter was over and spring melted the snow.
On a cold winter's night, sometimes, I think of those trying to survive alone on city streets.
A collaboration of thirty on a very affectionate affair of poetry pizzazz! Enjoy!
A collaboration of forty on a very scenic subject! Enjoy!
HEYY!! This a a collaboration Involving several writers from commaful, All of us wrote about the prompts NEEDY AND LONELY!! Thank you to everyone that participated and I hope we could do this again!!
The ice-cold look Tells me everything I don't want to hear
Title comes from Dickinson's "I took my power in my hand.."
Art by me~
Collab Btw me and many writers on the app enjoy <3
Your touch is so cold It tells me your heart is closed...
// the burning i felt from our love was not from warmth, but rather from frostbite //
i just found out, the doctor through which my mom had a checkup tried to rape a patient and was arrested. hearing that made me wanna cry. I keep hearing such this frequently nowadays. I really don't k...
There was a man many winter ago, he froze in a ditch walking home. His death was not known until winter was over and spring melted the snow.
On a cold winter's night, sometimes, I think of those trying to survive alone on city streets.