writing poems about ghosts
My stomach feels queasy.
Vomit slithers up my throat
and floats above my tongue.
I keep my mouth shut.
Vomit, acrid and green, 167 more words
18 hours, 18 minutes
Have you had trouble losing weight? Couldn’t get those trouble areas like that muffin top? Struggled with hard to do exercises that left you in pain for days on end?? 176 more words
19 hours, 46 minutes
The points of a star,
spinning above the
stream beside the street.
Lines in the air, bouncing
off the water. Love stories,
two hundred years before. 52 more words
2 days, 6 hours
The Hollow Hand Puppet
I was looking back at my old blog the other day when I realised just how many wonderful stories I have yet to share with the world from my time in Mozambique. 1,865 more words
2 days, 21 hours
Boba Squirrel's Fiction and Blog
there is vomit
you can clearly smell it but you don’t know where it’s coming from
did I do that
you can’t tell anymore
the ceiling is too small and the walls are too dim… 152 more words
3 days, 11 hours
This is actually a no make-up selfie…I may look sick here but I’m not
Everyone at some point has thought about losing weight but for me it’s never about losing weight. 793 more words
3 days, 18 hours
you identify with either of these?
I don’t comma I identify with dweb
spiral lady aen likes to think about they are represented in nature and then how the evolved, with their nature counterparts throughout time… 306 more words
3 days, 21 hours