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Lyn-Purcell May 2018
A deep wish of mine
                           is to thrive and grow in a world
                                                           ­       where the sky bends and walks the earth
                                                           ­        Where the sea turns to foam from a
                                   harp made of clouds

                                                         ­   To have all of you in me and all of me in you
                                                             ­          Our synced hearts beating loud and proud

Unbetrayed        
Unafraid                    
And most of all                              

Unswayed.
A deep wish that I do have in my heart.
A wish I fear may never come true...
Lyn-Purcell May 2018
Let eternity dance on the soul of our lips
Let two become one in a star-studded
kiss.
Lyn-Purcell May 2018
Mirror mirror on the wall
Who's the saddest of them all?

How can I embrace a beauty I don't even see?
How can I feel worthy when I'm scared to even feel?
How can I feel strong when I've been broken to my knees?
How can I feel valued when I'm not even noticeable?

Mirror mirror on the wall
Who's the saddest of them all?

In a man's world, I need a man's skin
so the woman in me can really win.
Lyn-Purcell May 2018
Open your eyes, your true eyes,
and look deep down inside.
See your life and ask yourself,
"am I satisfied?"

Can you grasp at the threads,
see the weave that is your life,
change from black to red
and change anything from tonight?
I've been reflecting alot lately...on my life.
I'm not particularly happy, to be honest with you.
I always find a thousand reasons to doubt who I can be.
22 going on 23, and I can admit, no, I'm not satisfied with my life.

I need - no, I have to change...
I really do...
Lyn-Purcell May 2018
~ o ~

                                                                          Heart  of   W

                                                              ­                                I

                    Hands of   A      U        T        U        M        N

                                                               ­                              T          
                                                     ­       
                           As  a  child  of   S       U      M      M      E       R
                                                               ­   and kiss of
                                                       P                                    R
                          ­    
                                                       R

                                                       I

                                                      N

                                                      G
Not my best, I know. Just one I wrote in my journal for my thought for the day.
Lyn-Purcell May 2018
Your truth is not my truth nor is it the truth.
The truth is the truth is not easy.
The truth is the truth has many roads, many forests.
But the truth will always be the truth:
Honest and harsh and damaging
but alive and freeing.
The truth is the truth can be a defeat as well as victory.
The truth is the truth is a sword and shield.
Short poem I wrote in my journal.
Things are looking up...slowly and steadily granted, but looking up.
Lyn-Purcell Apr 2018
I've met someone
who I know will burn brightly
but because of their demons,
they will burn briefly...
I know I haven't been as active as I used to be.
Things are really strained and tough on my end.
But this is a poem I wrote a few days ago...
Someone who is also facing similar challenges and demons so we are on some middle ground.
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