Hour 8

The mask hides frowning pouting smiling yawning pleading grinning beaming thinking shushing smirking grimacing lying   A face confused worried hushed astonished flushed anguished relieved unamused   Someone anxious or fearful or pensive or sleepy   But you can still see tears

No-mo-ji – Hour 8

“What does it mean when they send me lots of emojis?” “Why do they type with so many flower emojis?” “What does it mean?” “What are they trying to tell me?” Alright, listen up I will only say this once Emojis do not create meaning…

Am I?

The looks, It stabs It kills It tells That I am nothing Or am I?

Emoji translation

But there is no love, love, love No stopping the bleeding The life boats and watchmen drifted to bed While we are sick and dying New emoji Poem:   🤬🔥🤬🔫🤬📢 ⏰ 🕰 💡 ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜🖤🤎🤍 🗓

Hour 7, Prompt 7 Season of the Hunted

  Season of the Hunted Before I learned to conceal my pink bunny nose and twitchy whiskers, to hide my shiny, sleek fox tail, to cover up my sweat, to slow the pounding of my heart, I moved and smelled and loved like prey. Intended…

My AaBb Poem

As dusk emerge as black is on verge. Book of love opens believing,you are still there in my pages.

Hair-Hour 8

My hair came back No longer bald, or stubbled My hair grew in New and exciting Gray, curly Out of control Cowlicks Sways this way Swirls that way I have eyelashes again Eyebrows Nose hair and a bushy brilliant Out of control Crazy hairdo Bald…

Bang

It all began with a whimper,  a bang never came into it    Together out of a bad habit,  like smoking behind the bike sheds.  The committee of their mutual friends,  had decried describing the entire relationship  as a waste of vitriol.    There was…

Naturally

This a different nature not flowers, rainbows & gentle rain. not fluffy rabbits, spry frogs and quick jumping fish. This is thorns, clouds and thunderstorms. this is raccoons, alligators & piranha this food chain is hunt or be hunted eat or be eaten like musical…