Plucking the petals,
"he loves me, he loves me not"
the flower will tell.
About the Creator
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I have a few stories and poems inside me that I want to share. Maybe, if I'm lucky, they'll reach people who'll enjoy them. đź“–
Engineering of the Soul vs. Digital Costume Jewelry
Today, the system pushed a profile of one of those “successful” women into my feed. You know them—the ones who breakfast in Bangkok, shimmer on Dubai rooftops, and sell “freedom guides” for tens of thousands of dollars. I look at those photos, those artificial lips, those practiced poses, and that “scream” for attention, and I don’t feel envy. I feel nausea. As a mineralogy engineer, I learned one thing: the rock does not lie. The earth does not forgive poor construction.
By Magma Starabout 5 hours ago in Poets
Elderly Woman Behind the Table in a Large Town
The glass of Absinthe sat before me. It’s quite amazing how despite such terror rendered upon their stones in the preceding decades, these streets still held the beauty I first read about as a girl. I never dreamed I’d set foot on these cobbles, at least not safely.
By Matthew J. Fromm7 days ago in Art
Comments (2)
It is a nice wordplay.
Awwww! Love it!!!