I was wondering & roaming with a no aim But with an end to catch a dying flame I was sipping on a ripped bottle on the roadway The time I carried my slipper to the highway To get the sky garden full

The name of the journey is know thyself Younger, every 5 years of my life I thought I maxed out, that I could put ''it'' on the selves Only to pick it back up and fail break or dropped out, breaking it

Warmth on winter's day Is like words I cannot say And even when we're far apart I still remember them in my heart Where snowflakes fall With memories I don't recall Was it you who swept me off my feet?

@markmorrisjr came up with a fabulous idea, issuing this writing challenge, "flash" writing (fiction or poetry) of between 200-1000 words, to be based on the following image: Here is my roughly

Can you believe these roses cost just 20 pesos? That's like, USD$1.06. I got them from an Acapulqueño street vendor. So, he had no overhead. But still, $1.06?... for a half-dozen roses? The same long-stemmed,

It may not seem real. It might not seem actual. It just may appear a nonsensical biz; But really it's all rather matter-of-factual: I love her, and that's how it is. I met her on Monday, by Tuesday I'd

I traveled to the sights  They left me speechless And I kept on travelling  They turned me into a  storyteller. 

What I recently learned from my 5 year old son warmed my heart. While cleaning up some if his arts and crafts piled high on the dining room table I noticed it straight away.  He had colored a typical

deeper than i thought little by little we wake up inner senses peeking through entity identity great creativity bigger than i thought new revelations true to self intuitions inner self is guiding me bubbles

Image credit pintrest.com MY STEEMIT TRAIN! Welcome all aboard my train The active in first class Now that your promoted You wont be left in the past! 🐋🚂🐳🚂🐋🚂🐳🚂🐋🚂🐳🚂🐋 My steem train went down

I came across the Poetry Slam Challenge and thought, I could smash out a little epiphany to share with the world. What resulted however was hours of frustration, a barely literate combination of words,

Silence weeps its woes as I awaken And return from the nightmare I was in I stare at memories once forgotten And mourn the loss of a sweet dream within Then regret at my foregone compulsion To kill love

Tarifa (Andalucía, Spain) Covent Garden (London, England) Bolonia (Cadiz, Spain)

I choose rap as a form of poetry. Please enjoy my entry. Respect and many thanks for @prufarchy for the Steem Poetry Slam Challenge, please check his page for details. Today, the 9th of September, is the

# Sheashore: ### English version  Forgone both little and those dear Seeds of your youth, like summer grapes I missed your motherhood, your clinch The taste of salt, your sea cells A goddess queen,

The journey that brought me here has weaved its way Through the multiple fields I found each day Into uncharted waters that washed away The lingering thoughts Of what it is I wish to say The pen it calls

Erase, redraw. Stubborn shapes begin to thaw. Support, a pole. One line more and I am whole. A roof, the angle. Shingles lay, pray not to tangle. The door, a swoop. Windows peer across the stoop. Fly in,

Dig deep, write from the heart, and win BIG prizes! If you missed the announcement post, click HERE. There is still time to submit an entry, they're due by Friday, September 9th. There are so many talented