Here is one of the poem I have published yesterday:
“From the ore of the earth was I born.
The fires of the forge shaped me. 172 more words
Standing under the window frame on tiptoes, Bella watched the snowflakes fall from the sky. Her imagination was caught by the sight of the flakes. She watched numerous flakes fall and many of them landed on the window frame outside, adding to the mound that started to collect. 401 more words
The holiday season is upon us and the hustle and bustle of the city has increased in the last few weeks. Its also a time to use those benefits that have been stored away all year. 613 more words
I have been praying over this as much as I have been trying hard not to say anything. There are just some moments in my life, I have found, where it is best to hold it in: when I am so irritated that I am prone to meltdowns and tears over something even I would admit wasn’t that big of a deal is one of them. 842 more words