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!
Let us explore the features of a chinese man! The facial shape of the Chinese shows increased bizygomatic.
This is a biographical poem, written with my 'heart in hand'.
Every time we disagree it gets awkward but when you fight for us that silence becomes so much lighter and sweeter. Because of you.
the fourth in a series of poems about love, written by someone who's never truly felt it
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!
Let us explore the features of a chinese man! The facial shape of the Chinese shows increased bizygomatic.
This is a biographical poem, written with my 'heart in hand'.
Every time we disagree it gets awkward but when you fight for us that silence becomes so much lighter and sweeter. Because of you.
the fourth in a series of poems about love, written by someone who's never truly felt it