Emoji

There once was a lad from Windsor that tried to get a date on Tinder he used the wrong emoji got blocked for breaking policy and now has to depend on his sister

Pattern Testing (Sartorial)

๐Ÿ”†๐Ÿ”†๐Ÿ”†๐Ÿ”†๐Ÿ”†๐Ÿ”†๐Ÿ”†๐Ÿ”†๐Ÿ”† โญโญโญโญโญโญโญโญโญ ๐Ÿ”†๐Ÿ”†๐Ÿ”†๐Ÿ”†๐Ÿ”†๐Ÿ”†๐Ÿ”†๐Ÿ”†๐Ÿ”† โญโญโญโญโญโญโญโญโญ ๐Ÿ”†๐Ÿ”†๐Ÿ”†๐Ÿ”†๐Ÿ”†๐Ÿ”†๐Ÿ”†๐Ÿ”†๐Ÿ”† โšก ๐Ÿ”ฅ๐Ÿ”ฅ๐Ÿ”ฅ๐Ÿ”ฅ๐Ÿ”ฅ๐Ÿ”ฅ๐Ÿ”ฅ๐Ÿ”ฅ๐Ÿ”ฅ ๐Ÿ’ซ๐Ÿ“› ย  ย  ย  ย  ๐Ÿงจย  ย ๐Ÿ“›๐Ÿ’ซ ๐Ÿ’ซย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย  ๐Ÿ’ซ ๐Ÿ• ๐ŸŒบ๐Ÿ’โ™ฅ๏ธ๐Ÿ–ค๐Ÿ•Š๐Ÿฆœ๐Ÿฆš๐Ÿต๐Ÿฅ€๐ŸŒบ ๐Ÿ’ฎโ˜ธโš ๏ธ๐Ÿ˜‡โ˜ธโ˜€๐ŸŒ™โ™Ž๐Ÿงจ๐ŸŒ  ๐Ÿ’ซโžฟ๐ŸŒŸโ˜ฃ๐Ÿšซ๐Ÿ›โฎโฎ โŒโ™พ ๐Ÿ“ณโ™€๏ธโ™‚๏ธโ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ“ด โœชโœซโœญโœฌโœฎโœช   ๐Ÿ”๐Ÿ”๐Ÿ”๐Ÿ”๐Ÿ”๐Ÿ”๐Ÿ”๐Ÿ”๐Ÿ”๐Ÿ”๐Ÿ” โ™พ   ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย 

Prompt #2: Progress

A steady blend of 50/50 Motivation and Positivity A dash of Encouragement An ounce of die-hard Desire Faith the size of a mustard seed Garnish with Sugar and a little bit of spice.

Doubts Personified- Hour 8

The road ahead is rocky The water’s getting deep The trouble brewing in my mind Is stealing hours of sleep I don’t know if I have the strength My fears and worries great I keep people at an arm’s length For none can quite relate…

Tiger, Tiger…

Tiger, Tiger, Living in the woods, One of the fiercest animals on the land. Swift as an arrow, He kills his prey in just one blow. So mighty, so strong, As he roams, Other animals hide inside their homes. What is that? Lightning struck the…

LONELY PATH

The world is full of pawns Nestled with clowns Dancing to the whims of gory crowns Of thrones bridled with thorns Vexed with wanton hate across Medusa’s guiles The globe is bereft of sane champions Driven by change With positive values at the very core…

Idyllic

Sun filters through the curtains, a soft glow casts its light A promising appearance as the aroma of coffeeย  from the cup lovingly leftย  on the bedside tableย  next to a book full of dreams

Dearest Appetite

Appetite, I am tired of you. Truly, I am. You wax and wane like the moon, gurgle like a rushing brook over too many rocks. Can you please be still? Please? Think of what I need, not what you want. Another cookieโ€ฆ six pieces of…

4pm – eight – no title

just a single white sheet torn from the artist’s pad dust and lead smeared and smudged, crumbled erasure spread, a small tear, crumpled in anger, to be smoothed out, with gentle hands, blended with pastels or chalk, working to complete, the image of you within…

Single Mama

The sunlight breaks aggressively through the curtains. Bed covers mimic the gentle touch of a lover. As my eyes open to hear the cabinets slam close and the refrigerator slowly creaking open. I thought my daughter was still asleep. My son has left for work,…