I can’t possibly pick one writer as my favourite, though if you ask me I could tell you it’s Edgar Allan Poe today and tomorrow I could say it’s Maya Angelou. Don’t mind me, I find it difficult to pick just one person. So I’ll be starting a series where I’ll be talking about differentContinue reading “Who’s your favourite poet of all time?”
Beauty isn’t always skin deep. Sometimes you’ve got to look beyond what’s on the surface.
Dear reader, in the end what really matters is your deeds and how you spent your time, so tell me, when you’re left alone with no admirers. Will you be comfortable with your deeds alone and without a dime? In the end, all I have to say to you is to choose to live yourContinue reading “In the end”
I haven’t really been able to write poems this year. There has been a number of overwhelming things and writing poetry has always been like a form of solace for me. I couldn’t think of what to post today so I went into my poetry book and this three particular lines from a poem IContinue reading “Flashback”
Good Bones BY MAGGIE SMITH Life is short, though I keep this from my children.Life is short, and I’ve shortened minein a thousand delicious, ill-advised ways,a thousand deliciously ill-advised waysI’ll keep from my children. The world is at leastfifty percent terrible, and that’s a conservativeestimate, though I keep this from my children.For every bird thereContinue reading “Poem of the week”
My name’s blurry face and I care what you think My name’s blurry face and I care what you think Wish we could turn back timeTo the good old daysWhen our momma sang us to sleepBut now we’re stressed out Sorry I couldn’t resist that song with today’s title. It’s called “stressed out” by TwentyContinue reading “Blurry skies”
The poem of this week is called, “the way we were made” by Marcus Wicker