The first part of a collaboration of fifty-eight on creative connections between the wondrous worlds and precious people around us! Enjoy!
For @scintilla's Writing Prompt #7. For the line: "Sometimes the cold bites."
(Lost)
Our Earth and the people are suffering way too much hate and fear... I wish it wasn't like this.
I missed the first division in college. I felt frustrated for my anthropology second division.
The price to live is death. What you reap from life depends on what you sow.
βDo not look down on anyone,
Unless you are about to help them back up their feet.β
On the playground where we played Do you remember the different games?
A poem about the gradual decline of youth and the built in love we once had.
#antibully
A human crisis and divide a pandemic brought about. Exposing human plight and desperation . A solution to which is no where to be found
Look back to see how one is inspired to anchor one's obligations with the odes to Procrasti-Nation.
Look in to see how one fights against oneself in spite of the fact.
The first part of a collaboration of fifty-eight on creative connections between the wondrous worlds and precious people around us! Enjoy!
For @scintilla's Writing Prompt #7. For the line: "Sometimes the cold bites."
(Lost)
Our Earth and the people are suffering way too much hate and fear... I wish it wasn't like this.
I missed the first division in college. I felt frustrated for my anthropology second division.
The price to live is death. What you reap from life depends on what you sow.
βDo not look down on anyone,
Unless you are about to help them back up their feet.β
On the playground where we played Do you remember the different games?
A poem about the gradual decline of youth and the built in love we once had.
#antibully
A human crisis and divide a pandemic brought about. Exposing human plight and desperation . A solution to which is no where to be found
Look back to see how one is inspired to anchor one's obligations with the odes to Procrasti-Nation.
Look in to see how one fights against oneself in spite of the fact.