...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 Making a new start surely is hard, harder when you've been knocked erstwhile. This is my own work again. An inspirational piece, the sequel to the dear life part for which immense love was showered up...