@naaviie improv challenge
What is this driftwood for?
Sitting by my door
This is not fiction
Weren't made by friction
Nor cut by a jigsaw
It could be a mirror's frame
Or hold letters just the same
Think I'll release
This gnarly piece
Into a bonfire's flame!
Your feedback helps leelee101 understand what's working
Try to know a little about a lot. Not a lot about little.
I don't really know why I went for this angle. It just happened.
She wakes She stretches Her eyes Alight Morning Sun shines So, so bright. And yet The moon h a n g s In the sky As though It hates To say 'good bye'.
My poems are thoughts. That come from my mind. Some of them dirty. Some can be kind. I can write fiction. Or even the truth. My sexual poems. Go through the roof. Sometimes you won't like.
Mewow. What fun were those Diary posts huh?. You all did a fantastic job well done. Todays challenge is to make a crossword shape using rhyming words. P.T.O . P . O I T S T I M E T O R H Y M...
We have good days and bad. Happy moments and sad. Some writes are done to vent. Others are letters left unsent. Sometimes we do it after drinking a sup. Or if a fellow Opussian needs cheering up.
Sometime, I may post a few poems I wrote for this portfolio thing I did at school a few months ago. (My teacher marked it, the date she put on there was December 2011).
@MelchiorJ13 is now laying at 20. Truly an amazing writer. One among all of you. Who inspire me. I've moved up too. Up to 18. Still quite scary. To be this close. I congratulate you all.
The day brings beautiful sunlighT. Harbouring the moon the night is nigH. Each star helps create a perfect scenE. Sunshine brings joy with every BeeM. Under the moon there's not much you won't dO.
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