PAD Challenge Day 27: Write an an anapodoton poem. Cake and Eat It Too Life is not always berry sweet full of confetti, rainbows and butteflies in our circle of life. It can sprinkle unfortunate surprises. We can receive lemons after lemons in a dark black forest of medley roses, even when our hearts are red velvet. Anywhere there's an Angel, a Devil will try to cake up; Get rich off your Godly confections. Kind of ice cold to say, Vanilla and Chocolate will never always have a fair share of what rises and pans out. The entanglement of the swirl is just as incompatible and conflicting. No matter the number of layers, some will be handed corners, others more centers of it all. No matter how small, medium or large; Short or tall; Buttercream is not always creme de la creme to us all. But we must keep a glaze on God's miracle whips. Keep whisking the ingredients of prayer and supplication to bake our special purposes on Earth. D'ElegantOne
PAD Challenge Day 30: Write a surprise poem. Don't Be Surprised If the sun's full round face becomes a square in between patches of scattered clouds. If the moon no longer opens the night and the stars no longer dance around your head. If the birds don't hold a tune and the caterpillars never cocoon. If the ocean doesn't wave and the trees don't stare back at you. If the ones that loved you today, hate you tomorrow. If the favorite voice you once heard goes weak and can no longer speak. If the lips you once french kissed, harvest a new passionate tongue of deceit. If the arms that knit your heart close, cut your heartbeat thread loose. If the one that was quick with a vital hello is the first to ghost you with no excuse. If the one that painted a rainbow on your face, widely draws in the color blue to make you cry too. If family becomes strangers and friends more like family. If friends become lovers. If you wake up alone, remember time is of the essen
Welcome Readers, It is not an easy transition into a grown woman from a girl. But I manage. I’m succeeding my womanhood, individuality, and essence to make the best of what I call “my life”. Everything is everything. I am everything but a lot of things are not me. No, I am not the most perfect person in the world but I know who is: God. Sometimes I seem to think that I am too much of a woman. Why? Because I bare and yield all good fruit that humanity should feed from, but not all human beings aim for the fresh, sweet fruit. I have yet to find the match to my peach. I can live without the superficial, and only require what’s deeply real I’m no short talker, but more of a big dreamer. I mean what I say and I say what I mean. I live by it; my words are heavily bonded to my heart….. I’m much of a lover with a substantial heart--- a heart that is teaching me to be kind, patient, and loving all over again----every day. At times, I think I need a new one, because I love so deep.
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