Scotpentowrite247
Hey ❤️
Can you please read and comment on my book
Ewelaandomoh
Ewelaandomoh
Guess whos back guysssssss
https://www.wattpad.com/story/267533868
Ewelaandomoh
Good morning! Embrace the possibilities of today with enthusiasm and a positive mindset. Your potential is limitless, and each moment is a chance to make a positive impact. Seize the day with confidence and let your passion drive you towards success!
With love from Ewelaandomoh
Niakiwrites
Athena crosses the border and now she is all Prince Leonard can think about.
What do you do when you fall in love with what you thought you hated?
https://www.wattpad.com/story/320555706?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=Niaki1610&wp_originator=Kw%2BDKiq0n%2BibNUOqJ2UbV2psWB0ZSDQ0gr%2FDqrp1tXZk3cnDl%2B87C8Dtcqc9V0uIDKYK75G6zEjbE%2Fx%2BeEiMetFHr7h%2FPfn0fAwt71KL9ys0ScpCbA4eo6jwApH%2BIy8F
Do you mind checking out my story?
Ewelaandomoh
hey peeps are u a book lover. if hes check out my book love is just a game of chess
lots love
https://www.wattpad.com/story/267533868
adropofhumanity
a token of kindness [ 18th july 2023 ]
insecure poems, confident aches; inspired decades yet everyday a death. stretching silences, concrete words; homes that melt and walls that echo. floating feet, rotten flowers; waves that pause in an ocean that seamlessly flows.
fluttering thoughts, fiddling feelings; coloured mouths and disappearing promises. hibernating lights and travelling darknesses; lingering lilacs and luminescent shadows.
minds of pearls, mouths of venom; do not lose by playing to their strengths. corridors of history, weaponsied love; transient nor malleable. fragile loneliness, screaming insecurities; not every sunset has to be colourful.
sun of rain, thunders of frustration; mornings like amnesia, cloudless burdens. midday pride, repentance heavy; grief stricken victories, blackbird joys. mansions of footsteps, tears of dreams; we are all graves carrying the dying spark of life in us.
#adropofhumanity
adropofhumanity
a small token of kindness [ 10th july 2023 ]
mountains and decorators, exhaustion and evil eye; surviving bones and careless finds. funeral floods and tumbling sorrows; forests and bridges of laughters and morals. feelings migrated, clouds and dresses; that which rains does not always bring about harvest.
clocks of manners, a road of residences; hearts like maples marked along fences. pictures of politeness, smiles like wounds; world a death of another, burial grounds like jasmine blooms.
mornings of questions, blurred evening attempts; youth of trial and error, life a honeycomb aged. dreams of wounds, dreams like a father's disappointment; storms like swaying birth, storms sometimes like corpses of discipline.
disassociated honour, ribbed filters; what binds is not glue, rather, mutual respect. eastern wind and crepuscular billows; howling books and silent words. the majesticness of months yet the solemnity of years; to the hearts that wriggle with pain, silence is delicate, thin ice-like elegance.
#adropofhumanity
adropofhumanity
a small token of kindness [ 20th february 2023 ]
blistering hope and disrupted forces, stomach of dirt and howling cresses; scraping blossoms and sunken springs. hollowed harvests, assaulted reaps; jeopardised desires and slivering skies.
mismatched woods and stolen petals; metaphorical gentleness and articulated coherence. dripping hearts, compendium ashes; ornate gale, weathered pages.
vintage eyes and handwritten libraries, fictional moon and escaped fantasies. inspiring nostalgia, doubtful guqin; poisonous inquiry, burial of heaven. vulnerability guarded, vindictive portraits; a monster of human needs, a devil of emotions.
brush-wood sprains and sinister autumns; stubborn walls and bittersweet burns. fluid memories, flamed nerves; familiar souvenirs, a winter fued. a sadness of sharpness, bitter home in throat; caress the storms just as sadness has caressed tired norms.
#adropofhumanity
Niakiwrites
Athena crosses the border and now she is all Prince Leonard can think about.
What do you do when you fall in love with what you thought you hated?
https://www.wattpad.com/story/320555706?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=Niaki1610&wp_originator=Kw%2BDKiq0n%2BibNUOqJ2UbV2psWB0ZSDQ0gr%2FDqrp1tXZk3cnDl%2B87C8Dtcqc9V0uIDKYK75G6zEjbE%2Fx%2BeEiMetFHr7h%2FPfn0fAwt71KL9ys0ScpCbA4eo6jwApH%2BIy8F
Do you mind checking out my story?
adropofhumanity
a small token of kindness [ 28th january 2023 ]
heart that loves waters of wrinkles, a grave that loves a man of death and bones; years of cold and hours of a backyard mirrors. floods of decades, hormones of violence; peace of unfamiliarity, an autumn of heart ache.
a jam of blue as a fight of love, a poet centuries old lurking in the present; lemons and neighbours, peaches and lungs. sins sacred before mercy, broken palms and roads of birth; sunset embroidered with veins, years fossilised with ricochet pain.
frosted letters, casual accents; love of bruised knuckles, a sip of sacred venoms. fingers of declaration, windshield dust; a lump of liability, a suffocated drink of laughter. an island where a soul sinks, oceans where the bodies bath; a thread of silk that cuts like glass.
evaporated pressure, fiery torrents; soul frozen and waltz of wakefulness. meadow of dawn, a canopy of a pleaide; frothing yearns and rippling reasons. death so close, yet addressed as cold; not every flower can be sweet, not every good heart can have enough honey.
#adropofhumanity