Life really is a
beautiful thing, but it is
not always pretty.
How does it work?
Touches on the realities of life yet still nonetheless inspiring!
Very true.
More stories from Annie Edwards and writers in Poets and other communities.
She is a blade of grass— soft enough to sway, sharp enough to survive. Not the lush kind grown in manicured rows, but the kind that splits concrete
By Annie Edwards 8 months ago in Poets
he wanted me to need him instead of being real and confident. he wanted me to question everything instead of be deliberate and make my dreams come true.
By ⸘jason alan‽2 days ago in Poets
From your collar to mine Nerves adrift and my diverging skin of landmines I lost myself to an ocean of kindness Oh my love would you look at the mess
By Vili3 days ago in Poets
Seconds ago, the sullen sun set on the two of us… my exuberant furry companion and me. A fresh breeze embraces us, delivering welcome relief from the day’s oppressive heat. His typical stumbling and staggering along — apace with a sloth — has turned into trip-trapping, high-stepping, almost skipping along.
By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶2 days ago in Petlife
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Touches on the realities of life yet still nonetheless inspiring!
Very true.