Grandpa I walk on the street with my cane, in the middle of the wet rain. I wonder when I will be in God's hands, and if my family tree still stands. My eyesight and body strength are very poor, as my #life slowly ends like the water on the shore. As I keep walking like an old rack, step by step, wait! 'OUCH! My back!' #InTheirEyes

Daily Updates Hello, this the updates again, if this isn't clear, put on your lens. So for this #poem's start, HeatherAnne's 'One Night...' has truly touched my heart. Also, loved how you got me to rank 79, that made me successfully shine. Also to my followers that have followed me lately, thanks for following me and I will continue faithfully. So thanks for reading this by taking your time, without all of you, I wouldn't be this far, so this is truly a sign. #everyWednesday

Bubble The silky surface of foam, lets the circular 3D roam. Sunlight reflecting the curves, as the heat of the sun disturbs. A burst of sun gusts the top, causing the object to simultaneously pop. #fun#poems #short#poems

My Hero (O)h, this might not be a hero, (P)artly without this, I might be zero. (U)hm, think it's impossible? Opuss knows no such word (S)plendid writing, nothing around absurd. (S)o, you get the point, without Opuss, my hero, I might be zero. ##acrostic

Careless Pilots set it to an auto pilot flight as they go to their imaginations out of sight. In seconds the plane ceiling leaked below the pilot seats, the bathrooms that reeked. Each drop fell on the careless pilots' controls which malfunctioned and went down like a mole. When the ocean touches the tip of the plane's stash that ended the plane flight but began the crash. #fun#poems