we don't like other people; that's fine with me. it's the way that we are. *** but is it ever really worth it to blow our
By Chloe2 years ago in Poets
I sit down where my creative juices flow. The digital composer azure light stings my chestnut orbs as the electric artist wakes. Words flow out my artist chamber
By Daphsam2 years ago in Poets
The sky ignites bright, Whispers weave through misty veils, Nature's strength unveiled.
By Printique Studios2 years ago in Poets
The duality of existence encapsulates the brevity of strife, Often called a dreamer, I envisioned what horizons that strayed afar looked like.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
If you both know what You’re doing and believe it Is right, joy follows
By D. J. Reddall2 years ago in Poets
It’s April, she said ask me in December when Nature is asleep
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
Like a wild flower Tucked in my bed blanketed Life is but a dream * For Matthew Fromm’s unofficial challenge
Trench Coat leans in, purrs "Ask me in December" ---- Babs?! Expect someone else? ___________________________ Copyright © 04/18/2024 by Christy Munson. All rights reserved.
By Christy Munson2 years ago in Poets
Life is precious Life is short Write your story We’ve all been knocked off of our emotional bicycles But we will find our way back on in our own time
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
For Matthew Fromm's Challenge Tales of the mundane * Here at the crossroads I’ll learn to ride the lightning Till they call me home
delicate, my dream of you blooms, pale breath too hot ~~ you wither with sun __________________ Copyright © 04/18/2024 by Christy Munson. All rights reserved.
steamy bowl of soup the server forgot my spoon in my hands i slurp
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)2 years ago in Poets
