"Thank you mom!" They shriek
Wrapping papers flung-- toys tossed
Cardboard boxes rule!
MFA Creative Writing+BA English! INFP. Published author, poet, lyricist. Dreamer, creator, artist, teller of tales, lover of words, singer of songs, reveler of life
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You talking about cats? Hehehehe. Loved your Senryu!
Sounds like my childhood... 📦
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my soul dwells within a sacred space a temple a place of worship i am the grateful caretaker for this beautiful palace
By M. Lee2 years ago in Poets
Of course we're locked Into our sufferings, Said Cohen / Yet I've loved you of A love with no name And couldn't be
By M.7 days ago in Poets
Life has a strange way of testing our progress. Just when we think we have mastered the art of "choosing ourselves," the past reappears at a corner, unannounced. An accidental meeting can feel like a sudden earthquake, shaking the foundation of the strength we worked so hard to build. This poem captures that terrifying moment of standing face-to-face with a ghost who never said goodbye—and the difficult realization that to survive this time, I cannot be the person I was before.
By Magma Star5 days ago in Poets
Systems promise order. They organize behavior, distribute opportunity, and suggest that if everyone follows the rules, things will work. The entries in A System That Isn’t Working look closely at what happens when that promise begins to slip.
By Vocal Curation Teama day ago in Resources
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You talking about cats? Hehehehe. Loved your Senryu!
Sounds like my childhood... 📦