I’m a beginner writer hoping to explore different writing styles. Reading is a novel I enjoy- it’s words full of meaning, ideas, and experiences. I have a keen interest in writing in so I will read yours. ❤️
I’m a beginner writer hoping to explore different writing styles. Reading is a novel I enjoy- it’s words full of meaning, ideas, and experiences. I have a keen interest in writing in so I will read yours. ❤️
School work overloads, Papers foreshadow 64% I have wrote essays that cramped my fingers, molding and shaping it ,
Including me I have worked Harder than a bee hive in the winter
I still find flowers- joy in the storm in between Even when the my promises crumble, I tremble with fear I pray for an 100% beyond what failure calls me I Cast my cares to Jesus Who can shake me And Who can promise me
The water full of life A water fall that flows, hydrating the thirsty.
I know
If wishes fell like rain, then certainly I am a storm.
You've come back, but I no longer need you. See you soon This afternoon
When waves go swim back The birds and flowers step away I’m hydrating without you circulating my mind and self too Bouncing back from this glue I no longer need you in this equation It subtracts not adds you
Like us in your mind I have come back To look with my eyes And came back To find no equal signs
Grasp onto nature’s bars. Climb until your eyes gaze upon the heavens. Danger is around the corner. The predators lurk, searching for a vertebrate on the island. Their jaws slide with aggression against the rocky terrain, sharpening their teeth to be ready for the day. Swiftly, chips disintegrate underneath the heavy stomps of the creatures. The hoard sniffs the aroma of rooting apples topping the air. The predator devours the stale chips lying on the soil as the squirrels swing past the bushes. The predators’ bloodshot eyes darken to lipstick red; They are restlessness. Their pale fingers rejuvenate as they bite into their furry prey. The Potato Lays crashes, sliding down the hills without mercy. Each piece dives for its safety- there’s no guarantee for life. Furry animals cling onto the flimsy branches which is the only safety route. Branches snap as the weight of the animals elevates. Suddenly, a vacuum sucks every organism in. Only scratches resonate on the barks, symbolizing past existence. The predator hunts the prey.
Her mind was Cinderalla. No one could fit into her perspective. Her sisters, step-mom, and eveyone else were heels. everyone was horizontally stretched - a for-profit organization whose eyes could only see the Moon rather than the Earth. Despite it all, she was the key to her locks. Cinderalla eyes are glass- her prince was the inside - full of clearness. Luckily, for her shoe she is a treasure - the barefoot girlie with a magican shoe.
