Tag: writer
Scent of the Dark
The stars shine brightly
as the night closes in
The wind passes through my window
bringing the fragrance of the dark
that invokes memories
from my broken soul
© P. Bunnykins
500!
Thank you for the constant follow even if I’m on and off the blogging world sometimes. I’m trying my best to balance work, blogging and drawing at the moment. 🙂
A few days ago, me and Cobbie met a homeless imp munching on our newly grown tomato. He begged me if we could adopt the imp since he doesn’t have any friends in this world.
I think we just did. 😛
From the bottom of my heart, I would like to say a big THANK YOU to all my followers for making me reach 500 on WordPress! 😀
Lovelots,
P. Bunnykins

She hides the truth like
a ray of bubbles fading
into nothingness
© P. Bunnykins
Learning how to Draw
I was so excited when my husband surprised me with an Intuos art tablet. I really love to draw, but I think drawing doesn’t feel the same way for me. LOL. I tried to sketch using an app on my tablet before, but it was difficult to control some of the lines. I created Cobbie using a sketch app. Continue reading “Learning how to Draw”
Fairies and Dreams
Winter Tales

Blanket of snowflakes
covered the ground in crisp white
where animals play
against the icy wind and
leave their footprints in the snow
© P. Bunnykins
The Magical Window

Every time I look outside my window at night
I’m always in awe of such a magical sight
of beautiful geese flying in the moonlight
and night flowers blooming calmly in sweet delight
The fascinating feeling doesn’t end there
for when the moonbeam starts to glitter in my hair
I would hear nostalgic music in my ear
making me dream and float in the air
It makes me travel far away
that I would be gone for more than a day
or maybe I could had long slept
but please, don’t wake me up just yet
© P. Bunnykins
Poetry Day Six: Enjambment
My Father
I saw the first stars sparkled in his eyes
and the crescent moon as his lips curved a smile.
His voice so soft, he hushed me from my unwavering cries,
he was nervous, he knew, but for him that moment was all worthwhile. Continue reading “My Father”
Love A Girl Who Writes
Have you ever wonder how it feels to be in love with a girl who writes? Continue reading “Love A Girl Who Writes”