The first part of a collaboration of fifty-eight on creative connections between the wondrous worlds and precious people around us! Enjoy!
A million pathways into my heart. All pictures, minus the first, are my own; yes, my foot is tiny.
I want to be very clear... I have NEVER EVER been hit as a child and my parents have NEVER abused me. When I saw the word was "Rod" all I could think of was "Spare the Rod Spoil the child" and how ma...
Three sisters all with the last name 'Health'.
Written something for daily prompt.
My first entry in my series "Love Lives Here" which focuses on the five love languages. Today I wanted to create a poem about touch, please enjoy!
This is a biographical poem, written with my 'heart in hand'.
Let us explore the features of a chinese man! The facial shape of the Chinese shows increased bizygomatic.
the fourth in a series of poems about love, written by someone who's never truly felt it
This poem is a very personal poem about my body image struggles and a difficult period in my life. My Freshman PE class was literally Hell, and one of the reasons I developed a food addiction. I hope...
Let’s be both,
Interior to exterior,
Source: thisisjoshuaspeaking.wordpress.com
The first part of a collaboration of fifty-eight on creative connections between the wondrous worlds and precious people around us! Enjoy!
A million pathways into my heart. All pictures, minus the first, are my own; yes, my foot is tiny.
I want to be very clear... I have NEVER EVER been hit as a child and my parents have NEVER abused me. When I saw the word was "Rod" all I could think of was "Spare the Rod Spoil the child" and how ma...
Three sisters all with the last name 'Health'.
Written something for daily prompt.
My first entry in my series "Love Lives Here" which focuses on the five love languages. Today I wanted to create a poem about touch, please enjoy!
This is a biographical poem, written with my 'heart in hand'.
Let us explore the features of a chinese man! The facial shape of the Chinese shows increased bizygomatic.
the fourth in a series of poems about love, written by someone who's never truly felt it
This poem is a very personal poem about my body image struggles and a difficult period in my life. My Freshman PE class was literally Hell, and one of the reasons I developed a food addiction. I hope...
Let’s be both,
Interior to exterior,
Source: thisisjoshuaspeaking.wordpress.com