Predictable Sy is predictable :)
You didn't love me when you were alive, so I won't love you when you're dead.
This is little bit I wrote based off the prompt POP. Not sure if it will turn into something more but it was fun to write :)
Earlier this year, I went to the first funeral in my life. I didn't know the guy all that personally but worked with him for four years. One day he was in the office. The next day, he had killed himse...
just. something. meh...
I just recalled the ending of the movie stardust!
a little rant on the dominant education/learning discourses for today's prompt
And I will be the first in line to take a bite from your peach.
I wrote this for all grieving military spouses of all time.
A poem about the mysteries of unsolved crimes and the injustice that comes with them.
It’s the twenty-first of March when Mina arrives at the St. John’s Private Hospital, a bouquet of Mary’s favourite flower—lilies—tucked in the crook of her arm.
You didn't love me when you were alive, so I won't love you when you're dead.
This is little bit I wrote based off the prompt POP. Not sure if it will turn into something more but it was fun to write :)
Earlier this year, I went to the first funeral in my life. I didn't know the guy all that personally but worked with him for four years. One day he was in the office. The next day, he had killed himse...
just. something. meh...
I just recalled the ending of the movie stardust!
a little rant on the dominant education/learning discourses for today's prompt
And I will be the first in line to take a bite from your peach.
I wrote this for all grieving military spouses of all time.
A poem about the mysteries of unsolved crimes and the injustice that comes with them.
It’s the twenty-first of March when Mina arrives at the St. John’s Private Hospital, a bouquet of Mary’s favourite flower—lilies—tucked in the crook of her arm.