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#disabilityaware #colourchallenge In Green I see the colour of life so beautiful, and me within, at the end of a rainbow, hidden, unseen.
#acrostic. C hallenge the mind, be artistiC. H armonise your thoughts, never rusH. A rgue heavens possibility, find utopiA. L earn to question, be controversiaL. L avish verse with life, be originaL.
Everyday I look at the mirror. Never satisfied by the sight. Life looks so sour. Every single night. I'm never comfortable. Not in my skin. Not in my role. Even with my kin. Everyday I wonder.
Hear ye...hear ye. I have something to say. The Opuss meet is on. 3rd of August, on a Saturday. The place is Bar Risa. A spot on Brums Broad Street. Yep my lovelies. This is where we shall meet.
It burns down towns, And flies in flocks, With laser eyes, It unpicks locks, With teeth, so fierce, And deathly stare, It eats your crops, It doesn't care, It hunts in flocks, To find it's...
#acrostic~ish Cup of tea Bert.
#acrostic C an't hold you tight H ave to let you go A nd maybe when the time is right L ove between us will grow.
Fluffy animals are such lovely things, Unlike anything You've ever seen. Cute and perfect, filled with glee, Kryptonite surely to you and me.
Oh wondrous Monday morning. How I wonder what you'll hold. I wonder what I'll find. And how much more there's to be told. The first thing that I see. Is an oil spill on the floor.
If you could choose how to die What would it be. Hung by your tie. Wounded by fleas. Death by love, Death by sweets- Eaten by doves, Choking on beets.
#nightdwellers Seas of back and white and grey, Rise of Night and fall of Day. I look around as the colours fade, From white to a much darker shade.
The road of heavy hearts. The house of broken dreams. The children as they cry. Behold her as she screams. Some faces just look empty. Some are filled with pain. They don't know what to do.
(I'm open to helpful criticism). A is for atrocities and artificial reasons. B is for the burials of bullet ridden bodies. C is for the casualties caused so callously.
How sad it is, that top of the day Is a mismatched 'quote' about cutting This is not the only way.
But I'm trying to express myself, My words are all I've got. But no one understands me, and- I haven't got a lot. But what I say is myself at heart, But you just don't get me.
There's a poem in my heart. And a poem from my skin. My bones make poems. And I write for my kin. The sky has its own poetry. As does the sea. The clouds hold the words. As the waves do me.
Let your heart go where the wind takes it Pure like the raindrops of time Follow the path where it takes you Straight down the line How can one sit back and dream it I'd have no peace in my...
Never in my life, Have I felt such pain. Oh it’s terrible. It’s driving me insane. It's like a bullet, Has driven me through. Feels like a knife has, Split me in two.
In the sky's above she lives so beautifully, Long golden hair and eyes so blue to see. She wears her long white gown, And never shows a single frown.
I love to write; I love the way the pen moves across the page; I love the illegible scribbles of my mind; the formation of words, from the complexity of thought.
I'm sorry, I know I said I will start a story tonight, but for some reason, it refuse to come to me, so I gotta wait patiently for it, but I came up with a poem about it, and sorry if it's long one...
Number one hundred on this app. I don't want a clap. Just really happy to have made it this far. Hope I have many more which are above par. I only started writing words that rhyme.
I wish I could talk like I think. Speak as fluid as I blink. I wish I could bottle my dreams, My laugh be as loud as my screams. I wish I could smile and it spread, As quickly as hair grows on my...
In sunrise I can see All the colours of the day In a tapestry, woven endlessly, Of yesterday, and tomorrow and more vitally; today.