pink girl offers first lines as story/poem starters (my title is one, tilted.)
click here to read them all, and get inspired.
pink girl offers first lines as story/poem starters (my title is one, tilted.)
click here to read them all, and get inspired.
The plight of Cinderella.
(I’ve been watching a lot of Into The Woods since Jacob loves it “the most” right now)
I haven’t seen it yet. I have to be in the mood for all that singing. 😉
oh, i love it.
so much emotional packed into such a small space.
midnight, candlelight illuminating the scars that’s left…that’s the image your poem gave to me.
I absolutely love that the answer to the question “What will I become?” is “Midnight.” Obviously. You people jack me around enough, I’ll be all pitch-black up in yo face. 😛 Forget about stars, folks. She’s got enough scars to black it ALL out. Black and white always makes me think of photography and words.
This is a sad one, but in a good way! “falling scars” yikes.
Cool.
I borrowed a bit of your delightful form-(sum)ation for Sasha Wikems:
https://juleslongerstrandsofgems.wordpress.com/2015/05/29/elements-a-wikems-5-29-s/