A collaboration of thirty on a very affectionate affair of poetry pizzazz! Enjoy! ‘ [...] Warm red links frozen deeply ’ A haiku tale of care-free summer. Oh to be young again! I look at you and the world stops spinning. 💖
Heavenly light shine on me #202, thoughts about life and death. This is the seventh haiku, about an end, which can't be reached. I was only 5 when I lost my mother. (Inspired by today's prompt: eternal. A story from the view of a girl who lost her mother to suicide. *May be triggering*.) God doesn’t speak to me, but he whispers, about eternity.
When I die, don’t preserve me.
A capsule sized tales about the two faces of a woman, how she can nourish you or drown you When I was a child eternity was waiting for Christmas I will reign commaful till eternity +18 I guess, not sure how violent I can be here ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
-The holy flame needed a guardian. One that would not dare to corrupt it, for that would let the demons free into this world. No matter what... a dream turned love letter The woman inside all of us speaks to our true nature in the form of hinted whispers. Keep your eyes open.
Written by: @genevieve
© Genevieve Kubica It is as great a thing to love as it is to be loved. Love is not something that can be wasted. ~James Carstairs A ritual to summon the Ancient one and begin your very own answer game. Remember: The truth always has a price.