Those who achieved success
know the road was never easy,
But they made it through because they
never gave up. They made it because
they didn’t quit.
A Peace Corps Volunteer Navigates Through New Lands, New Languages, and This Weird Thing Called Adulthood.
Poetry spoken in words you're afraid to say! Step into my World of Abstractly Thinking!
Sometimes I feel like I am just WINGING IT, but then I remember... I can do this, by GRACE.
A place to share my private thoughts...for the world to see!
Celebrating Brooklyn Women from the Africa diaspora and their communities, while proudly saluting women throughout the world.
Creativity to grow on ...
Live life less serious
Doodling and Drawing Life
because books are friends too
My little corner of Panama
my obnoxious life in a poetic nutshell.
Sometimes funny, sometimes weird, usually entertaining...
One day you're the cock of the walk, the next a feather duster.
Fun & Progress!
Our Stories are Mightier than a Sword.
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thoughts, snippets, ramblings
FLY ME TO THE MOON
I come closest to succeeding by sharing.
Poems. And then some more poems.
A Haiku a week. Mined from my dreams.
Inspiration | Lifehacks | Motivation | Poetry | Quotes
Poetry and Other Ramblings
The many things that cross my mind..
meals, moments, marcella
A French girl's musings...
Journey called Life... arriving to the destination of belonging, inner peace and freedom... the most glorious destination of all
because the story has to be told
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Linda Kruschke's Blog about life, faith, and poetry
~ Communicator, WordSmith, Artist, Guide, Mentor, Muse ~
Somewhere between an artist and a writer
Deep Thoughts and Ideas
Written in Stone
Close Your Eyes and Type Away
Prose, Poetry and the Art Scene
Otherwise the night is too dark
The World as I Know it: A Journey of Self Discovery and Other Observations
Just a man preaching on stuff he doesn't know about
By Halle Faraj
To me writing is currently a release. I haven't quite decided to what degree it is I'm searching within my words, yet, I feel something matters somewhere, right?
My Escape is My Prison, My Escape is My Head
When I hear this sound that awakens me, intimidating its way into my cloistered night, I write...