WRITE WITH ME!

Somebody HELP ME! ANYBODY, EVERYBODY NEAR AND FAR!!!! Let’s come together as one. I am going to start a poem BUT…. I need a middle and ending! That is where you all come in. Whoever gives me the best middle and ending will be on my first spotlight. That will be featured on my first live poetry session ” Annaerb’s Words” on my You tube channel! I will recite the poem as well. (I will show your picture and talk about your work and leave your handles for people watching to find you.) There are no restrictions you can keep the poem too this is for fun and support of each other! The poem is below good luck!

Time reminds me we’re in the present. The mind reminds me of the past. Determination reminds me the future will be divergent.

I think that’s a good start! No rules! Help me finish this up! The winner will be chosen in about two weeks I will keep reposting this everyday!

Submit to me on twitter @insecurebre send a message.

A Woman!

You see me as I stroll to my own beat. You want to stop me, make me grin. because I am a WOMAN!

Your pheromones pulls you towards me. Should I divert mines? Is my choice. This is a mans game true…. But I have to be willing to play too.

I say it’s my choice to give you the time of day. I laugh among my friends. We tell our stories, which are the same in some way. Reminding us we are women.

Born to give life. Born teach life. Born to allow man to help make life.

I am a woman. Born to slay men. There is no playing with me.

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A Woman!

You see me as I stroll to my own beat. You want to stop me, make me grin. because I am a WOMAN!

Your pheromones pulls you towards me. Should I divert mines? Is my choice. This is a mans game true…. But I have to be willing to play too.

I say it’s my choice to give you the time of day. I laugh among my friends. We tell our stories, which are the same in some way. Reminding us we are women.

Born to give life. Born teach life. Born to allow man to help make life.

I am a woman. Born to slay men. There is no playing with me.

Creative writing

Murder in the room next door. Smoking soothes me for the time being. My ears heard life leave a body, as it dropped to the floor. Shock consumed me. Footsteps scrambled shortly after. Silence filled in between the walls. I am frozen on the floor, after scurrying to cut all my lights off. Fear was in my every next move. Lit smoke in one hand, suitcase in the other. I am boarding a train. Secretly knowing, is just as good as telling. Whoever that was possibly knows that I know. Either way I rather be safe than sorry.