When I sit to write, the ideas start a fuss, making it hard to get them, but when i do catch them the result is what you Read.
Word Prompt: Write a 3 word micro-tale on Opaque
Your opaque lies.
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I kept on believing your lies,I kept on breaking my pride,Forgot my determinationJust to be where you are,Now I am here aloneWith no sight of you.You just moved onAs if I was a prick in your pastJust because I told you to liveTo fight, to survive.©christina_paul
Just be yourself....
You try to please that one person without even understanding that you are making fun of yourself in the eyes of everyone.Even that person won't care after a while. So stop licking the floor they walk on.
Spending the time reading the mind out.. ❤️
High.Hell yeah with those curvy Words of the book,Losing in 'em from noon to noon.©christina_paul
I smiled, you laughed,I cried, you laughed,I frowned, you disappearedExcuse me but,Can I get a warningI need to prepare a party.
Tiny poem about love and life and friendship..Let's relax and play with words, increase vocabulary during these days..
Get the heart,You got my soulBut let it go strayCoz, I am not a 'woof'.
Waiting for the message saying, 'I am home.'
Yup just us..
Just us, God, just us.
The year got over even before we had a. Chance to say goodbye because of the current scenario...
Strangers to family,Smiles to hugsStitched together with Love, hope and trust.Fights and screamingWe to meAnd back to We.The groups and gangs To that solo artistSitting apart.Breaking ropesBuilding hopeJumping from one to twoSoon it's the whole classIn a group.Argument with giverJust to win her over.Mocking the otherAnd crying laterFor the journeyWe never went.©christina_paul
Be safe guys, take care of yourself and try to not go out as much as possible.... @mirakee @writersnetwork #pod #corona #spread
Breathe, don't be afraid,We will surviveThe death and the light.Hide behind the doorsDon't let your Tears explode,Not allowed to wipe strays Or it will entirelyWipe you away.Afraid, of what?Death? Which one?The one from centuriesCalled hunger?Or the blood spilledIn daylightsWithout a protector.Here we mournDeaths of those knownIn a few days to come.Predicting the futureReleasing the letterSaying last wordsWith death on it's way,Money didn't save you?You are on your own.So brave up, run away,Spread it home,'Coz, daddy can't save you.©christina_paul