What makes you poetry? To love yourself, you need to realize you are poetry. Let me know in the comments section below. Enjoy! Hold a paw, and wake up to the woof or the meow of a furry cushion. Travel, to the closest grocery store open past midnight and buy that candy you used to … Continue reading How to: Be poetry.
It has been a while since I had posted something I've written, and I really wanted to. The Whiskey Words is still going on. Tomorrow is the last date to submit, though. Enjoy! I've been asked time and time again, How can a person be your home? Now, how do I explain this? When I … Continue reading Home and him.
This is Submission EIGHT of The Whisky Words. The Whisky Words is a writing project (and a giveaway). The winner has been announced. Vita Brevis Youth, Fleeting. A journey to the stars, voyage of dreams. My heart aches for all that you were, all that I did not know. We must cry when our hearts … Continue reading Whisky Words: Project (8)
Friends, if you like reading my work, do share it with your friends (on whatever social media you deem appropriate). Also, Happy Valentine's Day! "Someday you"ll be old enough to start reading fairy-tales again." - C.S. Lewis He was real. She didn't think he would be. The first time he laughed, it was like fireworks … Continue reading Fairy-tale love.
Mirages and ink bottles. I am a pen. This might sound like a metaphorical exaggeration, or an ornamented fact, but it is what I am. Every time I hear the same song that you loved on the radio, it's like a cut on the side of my arm, and the ink just flows out. Every … Continue reading Mirages and ink bottles.