If you ever feel like your idea is dumb or stupid... Please give this a read. For the daily prompt.
I was hit in the head with a brick when I was only three months old. My older brother was so angry with me for stealing his girlfriend at the time. He was eighteen. I was only a baby. I think that he ...
A good relationship will still end well if you started strong.
The story of someone who's locked out of the house they built, brick by brick.
Sometimes we build walls between one another. Sometimes we sever from our sisters and brothers.
My first attempt at poetry. For Palestine <3.
I choose now not to break the wall with my strength because I choose to respect her decision of building that wall. 🧱 But I am hopeful that it will someday break. 😌
This is a narrative poem retelling the scene when they are in front of the Great Oz.
People started to use dried brick Created from clay-bearing earth
It is laying on the ground shattered to pieces next to the broken plastic bowl with half a lid It has no eyes but the feeling of being watched is still there
The cold war raged. Germany carved on an international stage.
This is a poem having to do with depression and not giving up, because you are important, and even if you don’t see it, you mean a great deal to a lot of people.
If you ever feel like your idea is dumb or stupid... Please give this a read. For the daily prompt.
I was hit in the head with a brick when I was only three months old. My older brother was so angry with me for stealing his girlfriend at the time. He was eighteen. I was only a baby. I think that he ...
A good relationship will still end well if you started strong.
The story of someone who's locked out of the house they built, brick by brick.
Sometimes we build walls between one another. Sometimes we sever from our sisters and brothers.
My first attempt at poetry. For Palestine <3.
I choose now not to break the wall with my strength because I choose to respect her decision of building that wall. 🧱 But I am hopeful that it will someday break. 😌
This is a narrative poem retelling the scene when they are in front of the Great Oz.
People started to use dried brick Created from clay-bearing earth
It is laying on the ground shattered to pieces next to the broken plastic bowl with half a lid It has no eyes but the feeling of being watched is still there
The cold war raged. Germany carved on an international stage.
This is a poem having to do with depression and not giving up, because you are important, and even if you don’t see it, you mean a great deal to a lot of people.