time ticks suck our joy
wringing hands dread tomorrow
how’s the weather there?
I like to share my art and writings, whether it's silly or serious. I'll also feature a comic I work on called Writing Whoas, which is about the joys and hardships of being a writer. Stick around to laugh or cry.
✨Instagram✨
How does it work?
Made me think, made me chuckle. Subscribed!
More stories from Jemma Jae and writers in Poets and other communities.
Do not trust clocks ticking within the glass. Please binge-watch that show (or 12 other ones); croon for dazzling riches you’ll amass,
By Jemma Jae4 years ago in Poets
✨ Hi God, it's just me i'm calling out to You from the edge of myself the ledge of my secrets the hedge of Your grace
By Colleen Waltersa day ago in Poets
midnight session legs wrapped in yours nobody’s business nobody has to know midnight session all we’ll ever be no need to hold hands
By Gail Fredricks3 days ago in Poets
The tales and whispers have proven true. The evil that has lurked in the shadows now prowls beneath the moon, taking on the flesh of our storyweaver in order to deceive our brethren.
By Amanda Starks2 days ago in Fiction
Comments (1)
Made me think, made me chuckle. Subscribed!