Limerick
Scars
The scars outside Are nothing compared to those on the inside The ones we use lies to hide Thank you for reading my work. If you enjoyed this story, there’s more below. Please hit the like and subscribe button, you can follow me on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram @AtomicHistorian. To help me create more content, leave a tip or become a pledged subscriber. I also make stickers, t-shirts, etc here.
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
The Silent Resilience
The Silent Resilience I often talk about the resilience and strength that lies within us to be the best version of ourselves everyday. The growth that envisions the dreams we embody, and the manifestations we yearn for to come true. All of them are reflections of how the world within us forges itself, whether we are at peace with ourselves or our existence belies in the chaos of being alive.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
An Ode to Triple Mango Ice Cream
I am in Williamsburg, Virginia on spring break (almost over now) for a reunion with my graduate school gal friends from almost 30 years ago. When I was done with walking the streets of Colonial Williamsburg, I stumbled upon a Baskin-Robbins store near a parking lot that I tucked my car in. Mango is one of my favorite fruits, so I was excited beyond words to see they have a triple mango ice cream variety. It was so good I had to write an ode in limerick to it.
By Lana V Lynx2 years ago in Poets
