A sad, silly rhyme about memories.
A poem about what it feels like to be a second-generation immigrant living in the UK. Thank you for reading, much love! <3
An abstract for today’s prompt .
"Your empty words stolen away my dreams"
A poem for the prompt ketchup, hope you like it!
Laughter bubbles and simmers I sweep in, use my apron as a gown
There are tales that, long ago the sauce tribes lived in peace. Ketchup, mustard, mayonnaise, brown sauce and BBQ sauce.
Day 188 of a Year of Prompts!
It's a bit messy, and a bit sad
Everyday things are changing
Little tomato separated from the vine. Little tomato says he's doing just fine.
A poem about ketchup. Hard to believe I actually made it. X.X