In colour or darkness.
No, life is not in any particular shape or size It comes awake when you share your dreams your honesty your moods and your everything. Life knows how to captivate and close Life knows all the ups and downs of sweet nothings in your ears Life is all that is there. Whether make believe or…
I am Soul Virtual Blog Tour Day 1
Bio Yecheilyah (e-See-li-yah, affectionately called EC) is an Author, Blogger, and Poet and lives in Marietta, GA with her wonderful husband. She has been writing poetry since she was twelve (12) years old and joined the UMOJA 23 years old Yecheilyah published her first collection of poetry and in 2014 founded Literary Korner Publishing and…
Friday hopes
SHORT STORY UPDATE So on Friday, I am finally meeting the editor for my first short children's story.  Of course I am open for all the critique (roll eyes) and corrections that had to be done and of course the feel of my purse getting thinner. However, all in all, I would have a…
Beeing #11
Three eyes atop head Two compounded at the sides Antennas spring milk. ©2018∼VearnaGloster
His Writings
"The earth that opens wide her mouth to swallow man and his works is the redeemer of our souls from bondage to our bodies." From the Treasured Writings of Kahlil Gibran.
Speaking Pages #5
If only I can imagine all by myself I would grow arms like those before I was shelved Before I was washed and pulped, squeezed and dried I would have wrote on another like me With the tip of my burnt branch. Oh, how papery it feels My flat surface so, surreal Yet here I…
Speaking Pages #4
So dear writer, Hang your pen over my blank Why have you not scribbled today? Or is it... that the tributaries of your brain froze? Why, Writer's block I deem...? Do you know that if you stare at me long enough That is all you would do.. Go take yourself a brisk walk Run, jog,…
‘Pok’ish Lies
where my love did the lies started, what transitions have you crossed, are they lies to get me stranded, or are you miserably cold-hearted, with nothing left between the heat and the cold, do you feel pride in deception, is it some narc wimp, that plays like Pok with your fancies, do tell I pray,what…
Roses are Red
This is my first Acrostic Poem from 2015. Roses are red they say Oh! And I see them every day. Some walking the streets with 'dreds' Eagerly tying bandanas on their heads, young men So are children who run and play All having their fun with laughter each day Rich women on walks, young…
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