POETRY RANDOM THOUGHTS AND STUFF LIKE THAT…
Sitting between my branches
I am waiting for the wind to gather my leaves
And bereave broken limbs dead on my tree
I am something this broken
I can smell your memories
Translucent energies
I am still something this broken
Coffee at my kitchen table still brings mourning
I will always be
Something
This broken
Silvana und Ulf auf Weltreise
mobile home living and lifestyle
all the trinkets of the day
One Poem Per Day
Daring to Dream: Short stories, poetry & songs. Next target: 300 Followers.
Vibe alone for a while
A place to show my work
Short stories
By Tracey L. Bhattarai
The daily adventures and mental meanderings of a teacher, writer, mother, and life long learner
Small wins for the discreetly radical environmentalist, in French and English
open mind art ;)
author of speculative fiction
Welcome to my mind. Watch the first step, it's a doozy.
Gratitude, Ask & Believe
mentalnotes1 
Beautiful. And broken.
THANK YOU AND YES SHE WAS SOMETHING THIS BROKEN (: