fact or fiction
Is it fact or merely fiction? Fact or Fiction explores the myths and beliefs we hold about what makes a good poem and the poetry rules that were made to be broken.
I am that bitch, I am never-ignorant-getting-goals-accomplished! No cap straight facts bond word my cats!
My precious little buddy cuba kitty is the cutest sweetest kitty there is. He never meows he's so strong, and silent such a good boy meow meow! He bawled this evening for an hour and a half because he was horny as hell, and felt the urge to fuck something laugh out loud!
By Angelina F. Thomas3 years ago in Poets
Life is a gift: wake everyday and realized that.....
No doubt life in its all forms enjoys a very high status in Islam. Human life is one of the most sacred creatures of God. Therefore, it must be appreciated, respected and protected.This article helps to understand why life must be appreciated and respected.
By Awa Nyassi3 years ago in Poets
“A Poem”
"If he write you a sonnet he must really love you," she said out of nowhere. Pencils, pastels, erasers and white pages were all scattered around us. Magazines, books and leaflets were laying in between us, opened, one on top of the other. And the hallway of the residential block was empty, if not for the two of us. The pavement was cold, even though warm spring rays of sun were caressing our faces. Outside the window the sky was clear. Soft, cotton-like clouds drifted lazily on its surface.
By WriterinWonder3 years ago in Poets
Day Dream
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. He had stolen her heart forever. Going through the very worst; it's truly the only way, to get the best. To get the best out of 'what' is 'was' and 'can' be. Taboo. Is it you and I? She had thought. This empire; Is ours to build, don't look back now. Today was magnificent! Our time; together was fantastic. You make my heart sing; I feel like you tame this wild thing. I love, the way that you kiss my neck; I feel safe when you are near. With nothing to fear- and your subtle whispers in my ear; my spirit takes flight. Just like that 7-47 he had just boarded. Up to the most extreme highest of heights. Shifted gears, not holding back . She is going to hold on to this feeling; Forever. Quite possibly years, and years. Nibble, nibble, Tranquility-rushing- washing over me... Harmonious waves. Centripetal motion- a flash of emotions. Both hearts; were filled with the ocean. Oh, this feeling, of love; best believe. This is a gift from above. Heart overflowing, without even knowing. Our way- to spend one more day. Just because she had said, “I want to stay.” Are you replying to this hay? Yes is the word; nothing more; heeds to be heard, it's closer to you; closer to me, just letting go and being free. Just to be closer to, me and closer to you. His definition of what the world is like is different than whatever someone else has cooked up from their point of view. Silver lining or not there’s always something that can make a person laugh even if it was something super random and would be nonsense to anyone else. Vanishing messages from his subconscious mind. We call those delusions. They are full of emotions and seem almost like reality. Yet always something to tip off The flowing activity throughout his mind's wildest imagination from collective imagery from real daily life faces of people he’d have passed by or resemble. Sometimes she would wake but frim a dead asleep. not yet aware of her land of love and affection was realized dreaming exclusive episodes of her chosen written and produced saga of view on the channel of her subconscious. Do this do that but how do we know to commence the action before we realize that we’re doing it anyway. It's like gravity automatically Keeping your mind as if it was stuck in while it strikes you in a moment of reality and vitality that you have really been sleeping in through the best part of thier fascinating story in his falicated dream. He took a hold of the wheel control consumed him. he loves the way it makes him feel while he watches her deal. How is it that he’s become the king on the throne that was once her place of home now it’s more foreign than any place that she could have ever fathomed, a land far from her agony; It is the fan to his hurtful flame that scorched her with his narcissistic blame that washes over her like tilde waves that rip through her Physic and her self esteem now dwindled more with each of his emotional bursts when really all she thirsts for is his love not anything more but all he wants is to do anything and everything that she isn’t apart of does he even love her probably not as when’s flying high because he constantly shuts her down and out of his mind only making him blind the fact it’s all in the way that he acts forever on the attack never giving her any slack only flack and talks behind her back and then says only sweet nothings in her ear lying straight to her face laying only emotional disgrace and leaving her with a bad taste in her mind so she urgently searches to find the way back to her rightful place and that infectious smile on her face straight on top of the ladder looking down on the past that’s shattered and torn for then is when she’ll will feel that she is no longer forlorn and her heart will not be full of scorn and disappointed dissolutions of his fake words that once held her there. Snapping back into realize it was all just a day dream, of The outside world to her, through the window in his bedroom.
By Kennee Marie3 years ago in Poets
