By Terveen Gill I’m the one who comes drunk to the party. But I never leave drunk. Why? Because I usually pass out midway. Yes, embarrassing. I doubt it’ll be any different today. Still at home, I’m four drinks down, the fifth almost done, the sixth is coming with me. My driver honks furiously. I… Leer más Cheers to Me!
by Rae Cod ‘I heard he used the cash to buy a boat, called her Dignity,’ said Dave, taking a sip of his second pint of the evening. ‘Who told you that one?’ said Carl laughing as he made his way over from the bar to join them, ‘Deacon Blue?’ Dave looked puzzled for a… Leer más The Ghost of Grimsby Car Park
by DidiArtist Thoughts move the world Influence our now As we are all connected Not separated Because we are all A collective being One consciousness… 04.10.2018 https:didisvgp.wordpress.com
By Olga Nuñez Hi all: I bring you a book by an author I discovered thanks to Rosie Amber’s Book Review Team and one that has become a firm favourite. And I love this series, so… how could I resist? I want to live in Little Sister! Life on Little Sister Island is idyllic. Until… Leer más #ReviewsBook: THE NEW SHORE (Little Sister Island Book 3) by Caren J. Werlinger. The magic of Little Island is back, stronger than ever #RBRT #LGBT
By Michele Lee My Mr. Siri has developed a new and annoying habit the last few weeks. He pretends to not hear me when I ask him a question. “Hey, Siri. Hey, Siri. HEY, SIRI!” He must be watching a game. Maybe I need to put on a cheerleading costume and shake my poms poms… Leer más Sirious Crush (follow-up)
four nights ago one of the plastic dumpsters caught fire and kept burning until morning it offered light and warmth and the best part… as it grew ever smaller with melting, it resembled a statuette of a female figure licking lustfully at it’s own hands joined in prayer It would’ve been a sin not to… Leer más dumpster fire by Bogdan Dragos
by Rana The warmth of her lips melting emotions my heart carries Her eyes locked down atop of my amorous burning desires The grip of her stance turning moments into thunderstorms Stern but soft beneath her belly she revolves ice into fires Living in the moment of endless pleasure above and beyond Every second counts… Leer más Desires
By Jane Aguiar (site:https://meandmyliterature.wordpress.com/) Sometimes you bring drizzling rain Sometimes you shine brightly Sometimes you are a swirling spring, Beautiful feathers of peacock, shimmering serial in the sky and a wet moonlit night Even though you know, you don’t know Seen but not seen A puzzle in my life Still, you’re in my eyelids Sometimes… Leer más A Mirage In My Life…#Poetry
Yulia Vasiltsova, called Black & White Heart if of any use as illustration.… Leer más LANA by Steve Clark
that love is a strange thing we need not remind ourselves again too much has been said about the damn thing and not enough has been felt we’re not getting anywhere like that, are we? Rather than talk about it just allow yourself to feel Maybe go out, open the trunk of your car and… Leer más still playing by Bogdan Dragos
Hold on. I can’t find my glasses.’ I was blind without them. ‘You’re dead. You don’t need them.’ He had a point. But I was so used to wearing them. Felt naked without them. ‘You’re already naked.’ He could read my thoughts. That was discomforting. But he was the Grim Reaper, the transporter of souls.… Leer más Hell is a Typo By Terveen Gill
The genius of a fool is self-evident to half of his kind. To all others, his genius is the apparent prattling of a fool. To all those who follow, their fool’s wisdom is genuine wealth. To all others, it is Fool’s Gold. Sometimes the genius of the exalted fool is pyrite. For the other set… Leer más Pyrite
by Tea Solon i love how the earth sips light early morning dew from freshly bathed leaves every translucent crystal ball lining up to take turns in rolling then surrender like a teardrop made out of love to make the earth bloom June 27, 2022 | Mandaue City Philippines https://butungislayp.wordpress.com
(Blog) A poem in Vietnamese by Đinh Trường Chinh Translator: Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm Thơ at I-95 going the distance through sections of the forest clatter of dusk stints of rain go go through all that past father was a mountain mother was just there a cloud in passing – dusk drifting seamlessly through the… Leer más Thơ at I-95
By Michele Lee Never underestimatethe quiet ones–the same traitthat hushes their tongueis their superpowerin a world full of loud voicesclamoring to be number one. ************* I have listenedI have agreedI have noddedI have concededI have followedI have retreatedI have let others interruptI have had enough ************* Patience may be a virtuethat can save relationships,reputations, and… Leer más A Quiet Progression
By equinoxio21 I needed to escape. The memories and the pressure were… too much. I’d come back to Nairobi from a tough assignment, covering civil unrest (PC for hidden-under-the-carpet civil war) in the north of Kenya, spending weeks in the bush. I’d been trying to get an interview with the rebel chief, whom, of course,… Leer más Crows
by mikesteeden This piece was written in the beautiful cobblestone town of Montreuil, Northern France in the summer of 2013 after noticing a disabled young lady struggling in her wheelchair, much like the girl in this brief tome. Outside a cafe, a tear, a pen and a notebook later I had a tale to tell.… Leer más THE MAN IN THE BRETON SHIRT
by Rana The dancing daisies could be more vigorous today as much as the trees in the garden. She was singing slow while lecturing to her plants in the garden. The shiny rays of the sun were striking her forehead covered in sweat. Flowers at the corners were unsure if she would reach them today.… Leer más Woman in the garden
by Riya Yadav The day I chose to lose you to me Was the day I found my religion He dropped my silk dress into skin Kissed me in places I never explored He tasted my darkness as I screamed Making love on his favourite blue floor The desire burned through his eyes Was a… Leer más Vulnerable
By BBYCGN Summer flakes from manic dragons float down, down, down. Firefighters geared with armor and swords save us from our charred town, town, town. Thank you Beast Slayers- Firefighters, First Responders, Law Enforcers, and our Military, too, too, too. We experience safety, freedom, and human dignity because of your self-sacrificing crew, crew, crew.
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