Discordia: She gave a golden apple to the Three and she loves to spread strife and discord for you and me. Spreading chaos from Thailand to Iceland, and handing out golden apples for the ego in all of us for you and me.

Sun shines with a gentle breeze. Laughing at dumb jokes so childish. No rain, or grumpy moods. Sipping cold drinks while light out, and hot drinks when it is cold, dark out. Quiet all around with thoughts of dreams that are not nightmares. Ah, such…

A lonely shepherd I maybe, looking after the skies and seas. Seeking the girl that is right for me. After seeking and searching, maybe the right person for me is in front of me.

A lonely shepherd I maybe, looking after fields of green. Seeking the person that is right for me. Maybe, around the corner they might be waiting for the chances to show and be seen

Leaves from the vine, that is what Uncle Iroh told me. History will remember the Dragon of the West and for his control for being one of the best in the show and that is not a test of great Iroh is compared to the…

By Ajanta Judd All Rights Reserved – 3am 27/06/2020 Australian EST Prompt 5: Using one or more of these images as a jumping off point, write a poem. All of the images are sourced from Unplash.   {Anguished} There’s a helluva lot of anguished souls…

Scream When the heaven is too dark to behold the reflection of its beauty, moon and stars are called to lighten the world, as song would, on gloomy days. Depression is another name for mortals. It’s just that when it calls, we do not answer…

Roses are red, violets are blue come in my white van I have candy for you. If candy won’t do then here my new Nike shoes. But, if that doesn’t work then I have some ice cream just for two uwu

I still remember the first time i considered it. i had dissolved into the back seat of the bus and there you were just a few rows up illuminating all of reality with that golden smile nullifying the beauty of everything else in existence. and…

(Picture Prompt) Laying, gazing through the window in the canopy covered meadow with you. The woolen blanket protects our skin from the straw mountain grass as our shoulders and hips press against one another while our heads meet at the temples. Our hands naturally find…