Port of Call

The island inks that paint our arms,
Our quiet strength and worldly charms…

Soap Bubbles

Thin spheres stretched,
Adrift to whim,
Delicate dance…

Port of Call

The island inks that paint our arms,
Our quiet strength and worldly charms…

Better Days

A lunch bell rings and echoes,
But there is no one to hear…

Holding On

Fear not,
I am here,
Never far away.

JaZzArt en València

Faith saved us from the savages that we were, losing faith makes us savages again

Suicide Squeeze

Often Misunderstood

A Struggling Author

My Journey with You

The Poetorium at Starlite

An Open Mic & Poetry Show

Sabrina Escorcio

Poetry and Prose

BLOSSOM READS

Cherish every moment

Rtistic

I speak my heart out.

Harley Reborn

♠️Rip It Up & Start Again♥️

UnderthePhilosotree

Connecting philosophy to the world around us

PoeticBelle by Srishti Mundhra

Dichotomy | Contrast | Life