
Another E-book on (from) Creative Kiwis

nice photos and writing, Nandhana
https://johnsphotopics.wordpress.com/
The morning routine.. Accomplished by the act Which makes a team of Teamwork held by the colony..
Broken hearts,
lost trust,
shattered souls,
fractured bones,
streaming tears,
abandoned feelings.
Just to maintain a picture?
No.
Learn to let go–
no fights,
no arguments,
no second,
third
or tenth chance.
Not anymore.
Just carry on–
It will be heavy,
at first,
and then lighter.
Eventually,
it gets better.
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Faridah_Malelo_2022
http://www.craigswritingjourney.wordpress.com
‘Write, Create, Innovate’
Creative Kiwis: "Write, Create, Innovate"
Www.creativekiwis.com
Creative Kiwis Books Ebooks Audio Books — BooKs by cRaig loCk
http://www.writencreate.wordpress.com
“You can... if you think you can.”
http://www.beyondboundarieslimits.wordpress.com
‘Write, create, innovate’
Sitting here
Merrily saying goodbye
Farewell
Good riddance
So long
Bye bye
To the times I thought I was nothing
I didn’t deserve anything
That I have nothing to offer
Bye bye
So long
Fare well
Good riddance.
I am a power force
a power house
an amazon warrior
an African Queen
phenomenal woman
phoenix rising
-Coming-not for what my enemies
said I couldn’t have
-but for what I thought I
couldn’t have.
Angry that I let things go so far badly
Furious that I squeezed and snuggled and held my breath-
rounded my sharp square edges to fit into a round hole.
ALMOST!!!!!!
forgot who I am
for a while I tried to be a
mewling cat
but I am a
ROARING LIONESS
Coming for what’s mine-
Hold on to what is yours
I might just grab it too!
Write and Create (from Creative Writing Course)
Moon-crescent: ‘I saw (just) the crescent, but you saw the whole of the moon’ Midnight Not a sound from the pavement http://www.creativekiwis.com
Midnight Not a sound from the pavement — BooKs by cRaig loCk
http://www.inspiringvideo.wordpres.com
‘Write, create, innovate’
da lontano
il tramonto si prepara
i volti cupi
le mani sciolte
una volta si danzava con gioia,
ho perso un giorno
a scarabocchiare i muri
a scrivere verità senza voce
inutilmente
a quanto pare,
ma un soldato non smette d’avanzare
un prete di predicare
un cieco di vedere
un sordo
di sentire.