this is the anatomy of anxiety
On today's prompt "weather"..... love changes sometimes like weather.... It's not just a love poem or is it? ©
Let me pour you some coffee and i hope you enjoy this piece
All it takes is a glimpse in the mirror.
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What happens when two writers find each other and form a deep connection?...
𝙰 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚝 𝚙𝚘𝚎𝚖 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢 ✨ 👩🏾🦲💵 🏆
What the death of an author really means,
mY GODS I'M DONE!!!! / a short little excerpt from my book to celebrate it's completion! i'm working on the publishing now :)
The ending stanza of a poem I wrote years ago.
A Terza Rima on how love can always be there even when time goes by and you have not seen the person in long time.
(Edit of an old poem.)
(First Terza Rima)
The ducks are a metaphor.
The black horse had no rider. Yet it carried on it death.
*insert cheesy line that hints to death or loneliness here*
Knock! Knock! Who's there?
Using a butterfly as a metaphor for a relationship. We were beautiful but not meant to have longevity.
Life is tough for a wilting rose. As a rose, you are supposed to
Where are we? This is soul city. Please, come in.