I create poetry, short stories, books, and articles based on my crazy thoughts and wild ideas.
waking up in an empty space with empty stomachs Hunger presents a challenge. We can't recall the day we ate a proper meal
By Gloria Penelopeabout 6 hours ago in Poets
us Just us. together Me and him. talking But I am not sure. Do I agree? He loves me. Yes, I understand. But I am not sure if I do.
By Gloria Penelopeabout 12 hours ago in Poets
When love drives you mad,. You end up doing inexplicable things. You feel overwhelmed. You live in your own world. Thinking about your new partner.
By Gloria Penelopeabout 13 hours ago in Poets
What are we doing? What do you think of us? Let me know. I'm a confused man. a bewildered lover I am unsure where I stand in your life.
By Gloria Penelope2 days ago in Poets
It's also a response. Silence is a language. Silence is more meaningful than proving a point. Only mature people can comprehend.
By Gloria Penelope3 days ago in Poets
Today is my day. I celebrate my birthday today. I mark another year of my life, My heart is full of gratitude for the countless blessings
"Creating about authentic memories and feelings is an effective way to create intriguing material. Accept genuineness, and allow your words to ring true and meaningful. A true story will come out of your true self."
By Gloria Penelope5 days ago in Poets
I’m in love. However, I can’t disclose it. I can’t say it. “out loud” I can’t explain it to the lady. Lady next door
My brain and heart worked together. I think, and I used my thoughts. I became a writer out of my thoughts. It came into my heart, and I wrote about it.
Be proud of your writing talent. Be proud of every word you write. Be proud of the words you type. You're doing good. You are doing wonderful things.
Locusts are insect species that can aggregate into wandering swarms, resulting in wide-scale damage to crops and pasture, significantly affecting food security.
By Gloria Penelope5 days ago in Feast
It didn't end. It's not the end. It won't end today. or tomorrow *** Life will go on. Today's problem It's not permanent.
By Gloria Penelope6 days ago in Poets