Capturing the tastes of food(Photography)

Hey people! So for some reason I matched the title with another post of mine: Capturing The Beauties Of The World. This post, is as the title suggests, pictures of food.
Lets begin!

Shit this is making me hungry-
That close up on the cinnamon bun-
That orange flavoured jam lookin’ so good.
Creamy mustard basa, fried onions & oyster mushrooms, asparagus & lastly salad.

Animals, Photography

Cat Photography

Hey guys! I know my posts are really on and off, I don’t post for months then I appear with like five posts and I’m sorry. I don’t think it’s lack of time….just lack of ideas. Either way…lets get into todays post…some photography of a cat.


Day 9- Lost in time

Sup people! Let’s start. Today’s poem is a poem I wrote a while ago. I wrote it for my blogiversary but I want to post is separately so yeet.

Day 9- Quickly jot down 4 verbs, 4 nouns and 4 adjectives. Write a poem using all 12 words. Repost and old poem.

Days slowly begin to vanish
Morning mists burn away.
The pale crescent moon visits,
but doesn’t bother to stay.

Weeks fly away into the wind
Little fragile seedlings
turn into tall thundering trees
through the blissful months of spring.

Months pass by
without looking back even once.
Old things are forgotten
and replaced with new ones.

Soon years and years are gone
Amongst crowds of fond memories
Words are lost astray.
Lost in seconds, lost in minutes,
Lost in time.


Day 7- “I belong.”

I am back yet again for day seven. Today’s topic is quite interesting so lets see what I can do with it.

Day 7- Take a walk until you find a tree you identify with, then write a poem using the tree as a metaphor for your life.

I don’t know why I’m here
I don’t know whether I belong.
Maybe I’m supposed to catch the clouds,
When they decide it’s time to fall.
My branches twisted and gnarly
Covered in hard, withering bark
I’m like and old dying apple tree
that lacks both apples and a heart.
I don’t know why I’m here
I don’t know whether I belong.
Maybe I’m supposed to carry mountains
When they come toppling down.
My leaves abandoned me,
They wilted away turning brownish- grey
I’m like a song
Whose lyrics ran away.
I don’t know why I’m here
I don’t think I fit in at all.
I just know that one day
I’ll be able to stand up strong
and I’ll be able to say,
“I belong.”


Day 6- Pink Is So Much More

Hey people! So the original prompt for day six was write a poem using your last Facebook status, but since I am not on Facebook I am using another prompt.
Lets begin!

Day 6- Write a poem holding the essence of your least favourite color.

Pink is a color ever so pretty
Like a tulip against the sky.
Pink is a color that is endless
Like love that will never die.
Pink is so much more
Than the color of femininity.
Pink is so much more
Than a color timid and shy.
Pink is boxed into categories
Lets break out from that box
And lets write in infinite ink,
That girls can like the color blue
And boys the color pink!


Day 5- Pretty Golden Mess

Hey guys!! This is definitely getting me out of writers block! Lets begin with day five. This was really hard😬
Tell me in the comments whether you understood the poem was about lemons by reading it!

Day 5- Write a three line poem about lemons without using the words-lemon, yellow, round, fruit, citrus, tart, juicy, peel or sour.

A pretty golden mess,
Succulent, pungent, zesty
I love it but I hate it.


Day 3- Sunflower Seeds

Hey guys! The topic for day three way very interesting but a little bit hard. I tried it and my poem turned out a mess so I am altering the prompt a little. The book I opened was Ghost by Jason Reynolds and the first word I saw was sunflower seeds.

Day 3- Find the nearest book of any kind. Open any page and use the first word you see to make a haiku.

Little specks of brown
Birthing golden sunflowers
Giving life to light


Day 2- Even The Skies Are Different For You

Hey! I’m back! The topic for the second day is write a five line poem to the last person you texted. The last person I texted is my brother who moved away for college…so here we go.

Day 2- Who was the last person you texted? Write a five line poem to that person.

Its been months since you moved away,
I no longer see you every day.
When it’s morning for me it’s night for you.
When for me the sun is shining and skies are blue,
The same skies might be cloudy and gray for you.