This post is for Cee’s Share Your World Challenge (Week 8) What household chore do you absolutely hate doing? The one chore I absolutely abhor doing is the bathroom. I find myself cleaning the bathroom constantly. What was the last URL that you bookmarked? … Continue reading Share Your World, 2016 Week 8
I don’t understand any of what is going on. Can someone help me and or explain it? Help understand why is all this happenning. None of it is desired. Looking for these happennings is ludacris. Who is to say what is deserve or what is not deserved. It is quite confusing as there is nothing… Continue reading I’m at a Lost
Who would have ever thought that within this breasted wall lays beneath the existence of innocence past With desires of setting and exploding a bomb blast. At the beautiful sight of the thunderous walls Came down the white mist with such a roar With such a great forceful and tall demand Majestically standing you turn… Continue reading Admiration of Thunderous White Walls
Daily Prompt: Poetry DAY 5: MAP, ODE, METAPHOR I have been pondering and pondering on what to write but there are no words, no words that want to bite All that spurs are random words that just goes round and don’t belong So i’ll be moving, right along Till tomorrow, I’ll say so long.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Our House.” – What are the earliest memories of the place you lived in as a child? Describe your house. What did it look like? How did it smell? What did it sound like? Was it quiet like a library, or full of the noise of life?… Continue reading Memories of My Home
Writing 201: Poetry Day 4: Imperfection, Limerick, Enjambment I. Embrace the imperfection it’s the only correction deal with them crazies, and give them those daisies Then enjoy the expression. II. Don’t fret over false friends that leave you behind don’t panic to think that you are not kind that will never matter, because you… Continue reading I. Embrace Imperfection and II. You Are Fine
Writing 201: Poetry Day 3: Skin, Prose Poetry, Internal Rhyme Living in my skin I wish I had some wings I would fly, fly away, like the singing blue jay If only for the day, I would love to fly away. Living in my skin, I wish I had some fins. I would love to… Continue reading Living In My Skin