her hair is a raging flame
in which I am consumed
or a river which carries
my heart away
on a small raft made
from the shattered pieces
of my past
lips – soft, light sisters
who gave me my first
taste of midnight
midnight tastes like
strawberries
and sin
Poésie sous les étoiles
TemptationOfWords
by Lize Bard
A Podcast About the Writing Life
Welcome to my world.
"Diving into a writers soul is discovering the broken treasure and beautiful mysteries that make you gasp for air."
Word-Experimentalist
"Eye Fly High"
WELCOME TO om3ssa's MUSIC FREAKISHNESS AT THE WORLD WIDE WEB
let the conversation begin
Paradigm Shift, Mindfulness, and Personal Empowerment
But Still Living The Life
food family & fun
Conjured by Sarah Doughty
Oh! Take a shit, read a story. - My Mother on flash fiction
"Die Kunst ist eine Tochter der Freiheit." - Friedrich Schiller
Trancension's VoiceBox
we are fish that play in a sea of light
Critical. Crazy. Catastrophic.
The wildest thoughts appear tamed when art is created out of them through writing.
My motherhood journey
Puking up Poetry, One Verse at a Time
exploring life.. living love.. treasuring experiences.. spreading happiness
The chronicles of a new father
