
My Lover Is A Sunflower
“Let the Sunflower of Love Brighten Your Life!” My Lover Is A Sunflower We stand together in the sun,Our faces turned to the sky,Our hands entwined, our hearts as one,As we watch the sunflowers grow. The petals of the blooms…

“Let the Sunflower of Love Brighten Your Life!” My Lover Is A Sunflower We stand together in the sun,Our faces turned to the sky,Our hands entwined, our hearts as one,As we watch the sunflowers grow. The petals of the blooms…

Since the invent of AI, there’s been a mix reaction in the creative writer’s community. Some fear that AI will take over their jobs as writers and creatives, while others are of the opinion that the wonderful invention should be…
The Quest For Peace They told us that rivers does not flow up the mountain,But rather flows down the mountainWhy then does my tears flow upwardsInto my head, dampening my thoughts afterwards? They told us stars twinkle in the nightAnd…
That thing you love to do, that gives you joy and satisfaction but doesn't seem to pay your bills yet. Give it time.
One thing that really struck me last night is how frequently I hear people repeat, "A lot happened this year," as if they didn't say the exact same thing last December.

strong winds do not care to knowwhether or not the root is deep or shallowit just blowshard,bending, breaking, uprooting ocean waves do not consider the shipnor seamen losing sleepit just rises,high,rocking, flooding, upturning tough times are not concerned with my…

and this curve shall be straight, again

if your enemy thirsts, give him drink, says the preacher

"there is a boy running
down a dusty road
in his tiny arms,
a dying dream yawns"
#JaachiWrites #Pengician

"out where the river is flowing
you drown like steel in the lake"

this war unendingthis gun ever firing this jungle is under siegethis trench is no more safe this war is as realas air in my nostril but this war isn’t on the ground,it’s in my mind, i am a soldier of…

To the boyswho for the trauma dished by bulliessneaked into army barracksto transfer aggressionon a peaceful nationand cover their trackswith sick ‘unification’ lies…It was really peaceful here before you came. To the boyswho for the love of khakithe pride of…

you were sunlight,the reason I long for dawnbut darkness engulfs me in many shades of pain‘Sunlight!!!’ my cry all night unfortunately, the sun does not set at nightand I am no longer able to see your smiles you were silk,the…

An excellent place to start on the path to inclusion is with empathy. However, empathy alone is not sufficient and, on occasion, may even be utterly insufficient.

his emotions are scattered stars,dangling from cloudless skies,forming their own constellation, light years away from the normsthat feed the stereotypes,threatening to engulf him,in the arms of presumed masculinity, he, like the rest, whose lips,have been sealed,from uttering words emotion-laden,lest ‘weakness’…

…in my country,the path to home is so shameless while other nations charta pathway to the moon and back we can’t trace the road to workwithout being crushed beneath a tilting truck we can’t find our way back homewithout dancing…

We must learn to dismantle, counter, disprove, and rewrite the stories that some women through the media, use to denigrate, discredit, and dismiss men.

Every year on November 19, people throughout the world observe International Men's Day (IMD) to honor and celebrate the cultural, political, and social accomplishments of men.

Do I need to buy my own ISBNs as a self-published author, or can I utilise the free ones provided by Amazon KDP, Lulu, Kobo, Ingram Spark, and other services instead?

Loneliness is about missing what you previously had, not about the lack of people.

soon, when next you turn around to look, again, at her, instead of fond memories & butterflies you see a statue still, stale, & strange...

Jaachị for president. Except for being good with wordsand an unrepentant scribbler of pun, I have absolutely no qualifications, but that never mattered in 2015. Aye?The eyes have it!We’re sick of being led by the blind. I have no idea…
I remember the first poem I wrote. It was titled “No Pain, No Gain”. It was in 2005. Family’d moved from the centre of Aba to a suburb some months before that day. It was a new environment. Calm. Quiet.…

the sun & the moon closed their eyes:
was that you shutting out the faint light of hope
that illuminate the dark corners of your hurting heart?

time is a winged chariot ever since time found time tobe created, time never cease tofleet. seconds tick into minutes,minute tick into hours, hours makeup days. day by the day, yearscome and go while I play the roleof a late…

i awoke to stillnessaround me sat solemn soulsregurgitating the past without words, they beckoned“come. sit. sigh with us,for tomorrow will never come” there’s no denying that hope failed thembut i’ve got a reason to crawl beyond hereeyes fixated on what…

uncertainties the world is running under my feetnothing is certaineverything always changing. the universe is floating overheadnothing is stableeverything always changing. her soul’s crawling on coalsnothing is herseverything lost. we’ve got more illusive days aheadlets bury our heads in theshore…

you sit by a river of flooding ideasand watch your thoughts run wild you lend your limbs to the windand with the wings of many eaglesyou take your flight into distant ‘what-if-lands’ silence shut out the voices that beckonto distract…

There are days when you are so exhausted that you can't even prepare dinner for yourself and wish someone would do things for you. But you're living alone.

rivalry rivalry is a quicksand that swallows brothersan excuse for animosity to be abused a justification to enshrine the irrationala fancy name for beasts to compete against people we evolved over timeto call ‘brother’. assemble a masses of the vile…

“it’s better to dance than to march through life” so, i push the play buttonturn on the volume & danceto a cacophony of naysayings& a symphony of motivatorson repeat as i dance, i am pushing throughthe barriers of tirednessfighting to…

Start off by imagining yourself in a raceIf you’re stuck with prospects, maybe choose a familiar face.Consider your heartbeat and the fire in her eyes.Will the embers be golden, or just eros bright? Imagine a caress, a kiss filled with…

Life In The Crucible will remind you of the chaotic prancing of a depressed mind posed by the dissenting voices of never-resting demons.

"Would you let me take you to another realm
where clouds shall welcome our sensual fury
with faith, with love, with unholy melodies?"

Ever wondered what goes on in a bard's mind? Writers absolutely live in their heads. It's where the story begins and the characters come alive.

We all understand that having a solid LinkedIn profile is a crucial rung on the ladder to professional success, yet many of us never seem to have the time. You can drastically increase the visibility of your LinkedIn profile in less than an hour by making a few straightforward adjustments to it.
Under the Sheets emphasises the necessity for words to reveal the erotic; the act of staring at people and their bodies until it is altered by uncontrolled desire languag
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