‘[...] Fresh air and suffocating burned gasoline’
Pushing down the thoughts That burst from your memories like weeds
Caution, read at your own discretion! Here’s my go at the daily prompt: burned. A poor woman with intellect in the time where science and religion clashed, instead of coincided.
On today's prompt 'burned'. Let me know what you think! :)
Response to the burned prompt
an ending in three parts: for the story no one tells, and the story everyone has.
He approached but I said No He proposed but I said No
It’s another beautiful sunny day in Cali Home of the flames and the burnt valleys
Here's the challenge! I hope I make it to the story-board!
To every memory I created , in countries soon gone .
I leave, before they burn .
My home in the palms of a gold - chain that holds my name .
The things he do for love?
This prompt really lit a fire in me...haha get it because the prompt is burned. Yeahhh here's some poems lol
written August 1, 2016 at 8:18 PM
A world washed out of colour seems to hold it's sadness within it's intricate light complex.