NaPo WriMo 10/16

Religion

Do you ever find yourself looking back over your shoulder in the dead of night when you’re out for a walk alone and wondering what it...

The brush paints the mind But the mind makes the brush paint So who's in charge? Logic or creativity?

A teacher once asked me to describe pride. She meant pride in our country, in our society and in our nationalism. Pride meant something...

I always wait. I wait for your reply. I wait to see your face at school. I wait for you to give me a hug. I wait for you to say bye, even...

So lithe and quick I wouldn't want to miss a bit Their glowing eyes and flowing hair As they jump into the air And then with a flash they...

Beautiful strings weeping tears into my ears The elegance of nature emanates through it's wood Beautiful strings singing lullabies to...

Dusk at dawn let’s me see my own face for a change of scenery, instead of those passing by, faster than the speed of light and coasting...

So loud that it hurts my ears Confused faces look in fear Outside we go one by one Though our tests are not half done

I need you. I am lost on you. I am happy with you. I have many of you but sometimes too less. I feel backstabbed yet so comforted....

Show me your colours Meld into sea and course sand Follow me back home