An artist born
Stepping out in the sun not much, just enough Things within these four walls not regarded, not enough, start to call out to me Time’s a...
Stepping out in the sun not much, just enough Things within these four walls not regarded, not enough, start to call out to me Time’s a...
Work done by Friday Yoga pants chirping of birds Cute puppies, Indolent cats Mom’s food on a lazy Sunday A good sweat, water to cool...
‘Say cheese’ - A flash and a click the anticipation was nice between inverted film and result- colored frozen frames The now fading...
Today's prompt inspired me to write about all my good friends, and 'over the top' praises will just result in their shocked deaths or my...
I couldn't grasp today's prompt too well so I wrote a random Rock music inspired piece- Chipped Paint and crippled thoughts climb my...
Today's poem following the prompt is a tribute to my inspirations- While I often curse my average schooling for later impediments, I do...
This was a fun prompt, and this poem (if it reads like one) is a little more personal and truthful than others and I really did ask my...
Today's prompt of writing a triolet had me executing this idea I had been wanting to write about for the longest time, and this structure...
He wanders lonely nights Melancholy brims formlessly O'er the dying blooms Not for the wilting, but It is envy, in the emptiness...
Here's my attempt at Hay(na)ku for our #napowrimo #day10 prompt Crush at 8 Butterflies and Cards Later Age 16 First Valentine heartbreak...
My urban window the neighbor's brick wall opposes least this, light and wind not like some friends and their ugly naked guy yet so much...
In the summer let me sit in a flowerpot, the spiders won't notice. by the south facing window
An eastern born storm of a beverage is here to stay, at least till the world’s house arrested Covers the checklist- sweet, caffeine kick...
Day#6 of #napowrimo So here's my take on today's prompt with reference to Heronimus Bosch's the Garden of Earthly Delights. You can find...
The sky seemed suddenly seized by darkness Her mood had summoned the storm Nature in solidarity with the rebel princess, always Not a...
Black box, looking down on me Am I staring at you? You could care less. And I have handcuffs on me, with a tie extending into the ground...
On the corner ‘round my apartment Stands her bakery with the powder blue French doors and the rusty old signage That reads ‘Pandora’...
I remember the night of the campfire Before the dawn of the new year Surrounded by people, their joy and hopes for the future All dancing...