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
Category: Marathon Poem
Pattern Testing (Sartorial)
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ โญโญโญโญโญโญโญโญโญ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ โญโญโญโญโญโญโญโญโญ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ โก ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ซ๐ ย ย ย ย ๐งจย ย ๐๐ซ ๐ซย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ๐ซ ๐ ๐บ๐โฅ๏ธ๐ค๐๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ต๐ฅ๐บ ๐ฎโธโ ๏ธ๐โธโ๐โ๐งจ๐ ๐ซโฟ๐โฃ๐ซ๐โฎโฎ โโพ ๐ณโ๏ธโ๏ธโ๏ธ๐ด โชโซโญโฌโฎโช ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ โพ 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 cookieโฆ 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,…