Justin seems to be censoring Hive posts by removing them from the Steemit frontend. Let's see if removing 'Hive' from the title is enough to prevent that from happening. So, the past few weeks we've spoken

Good day everyone. I hope we've all been good and this post meets you at a very nice time. I'm writing about my recently completed work. In my last post, I mentioned that I got commissioned to make two

Photo Source: Pixabay anathema for the love of all that is holy and sacred banish the bruises from these bones and slay the shadow dragon that breathes fire down my spine and sinks its talons deep in the

Photo Credit: Pixabay o[r]bit my death was a violent rejection of iconography an academic example of expired mythology and yet not the conclusion of the story titled me interrupted on hiatus in transition

When we left We left behind those who were left Stuck in the web of our old memories Our ghosts strolling in the minds of our old lovers Haunting the cold sides of their empty beds. When we left We left

This post is in response to @theycallmedan ‘s initiative requesting stories about how we’ve been personally impacted by Steem. I joined steemit 2 years and 5 months ago. I learned about it on facebook.

Hello everybody ! "The Steem Journey" the journey that I was probably not expecting to turn out this much effective in my life. By far it is one of the best incident that happened to me ! Countless activities,

A longing to die, A sweet escapre, From all that's unreal, Bound to burn the flesh. If it was not, Then move along to the end, Right along, Till it do come to an end. Bury it under, That wax candle, That

Thoughts that carry me home, Seeing visions that create new worlds Ideas that spread like wild fire Living lives that seek to inspire. Moving forward Swimming towards new shores Trusting in our direction

Find me a star One black as tar A pot of melanin But can still afford to shine Bright and make my nights Leak of romanticised sweat There in the dark As our silhouettes mate. Find me the one The right

A nation that rallied, For a dead belief. Faces smeared in white ash, Hearing the horn, A call to war. Blood running black, A warrior at large, A prayer to hope, For a meeting again. No more pain, In that

Pic Source displacement hallelujah and let the church say amen from empty pew and pulpit chained up doors with lights out for the night while lost souls circle the sanctuary seeking salvation flaunted

I should really start using my sunrise and nature pics as prompts for my writing.

I spend this evening with writers, one famous? Maybe, more, all are published and two prolifically. I couldn’t tell you their names—well, not last sur’s. And all night they talk about the little money

Gone with wind she is Gone just like that Her frozen skin took away my warmth My heart felt unclothed For the first time I felt blind Like how am I expected To wade through this darkness Her light was

Well. When my alarm went off this morning, the wind chill was -1°F. After Monday's snow storm (which dumped an official counting of 9.4" of snow on us) and Tuesday's "snow day" where school

the model I painted: Hello friends! I am glad to send new art to NTopaz. I like my job very much. It was a crazy challenge. It was hot because the assignments were interesting and challenging. Мне очень

I keep staring at Bitcoin liquidity on Coinbase. It really looks overwhelmingly bearish doesn't it? If I was capable of going bearish on the market, I'd probably sell some just in case. However... October

It was idyllic. The 20 farmers from around the district patted themselves on the back. The first farmers market had been a roaring success after the families who had struggled for to sell their vegetables