...what did Frida Khalo know?
(All pictures drawn by me~)
I held you your first minutes on this Earth
Can feelings have choices?
#8 in my Phobia Series. Originally, I wrote this for my siblings though I am not so sure now. A poem about 'gerascophobia'. Thank you. :) <3
This was a true entry from my childhood journal that I'm reading now
Just a quick, fun piece with zero creative writing. Enjoy!
I like this photograph. One of my favourites
The child was small and he was sweet. Little legs took him down the street.
Alternative poetry. I like to try to use very few words to tell a story. Maybe that’s why I use images as well.
I want the clock's hand in a spiderweb
Is growing up all that it's cracked up to be?
No one ever said growing up was easy. For the ‘shame’ prompt.
Something I wrote for the daily challenge. It's been a rough day but writing helps
The slow burn of embarrassment.
For the ‘astonished’ prompt and the passage of time