A collaboration of thirty on a very affectionate affair of poetry pizzazz! Enjoy! Loneliness can be heavy..... (part I), hope you guys enjoy it 😁 © This is a short story about my grandmother Hilaria A.K.A. Ama. She will be turing 102 years old this November. I hope you all enjoy, with respect, G!
#7 in my Phobia Series. My previous story seem to have gone well, much to my delight, so I decided to try my hand at it again. This time, about 'philophobia'. Thank you for reading. <3 Piano tiles are clipped nails.
What had the old man done to scare so the child I was?
The person in the mirror is different for everyone. Can you live with them? Simnel cake, a forgotten Easter tradition. (18+ SENSITIVE TOPICS) Obvs not the actual Paradise Lost, but I put II after it so its not plagarism. THIS IS THE ONLY ONE OF THESE, I HAVEN'T WRITTEN A PRIOR POEM this is bad just bear with me A throwback! I wrote this story in 8th grade (I think). Tell me what you think of this style! At 38, all of my grandparents were over the hill. Now, so am I.
Source: https://sedehaven.tumblr.com Hush, my little dark one, shrouded in the night. Across the creaking wooden floor, your cradle swings, back and forth.