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Nov 2018 · 2.8k
Lyn-Purcell Nov 2018

Feet swollen, short of breath
a blossoming career with make
its due through my blood,
sweat and tears. As I continue
to spill my ink on my page in the
public and private eye...

Feeling better today...
I will keep my dream alive and keep
spilling my ink. Thank you everyone for your patience and kindness!
265 followers - that's just insane!
Thank you from the bottom of my heart.
Much love,
Lyn ***
Nov 2018 · 653
Why I Read
Lyn-Purcell Nov 2018

I simply read to rewrite
the history and future
of my life

Another short poem.
Mentally I’m coming out of that dark place. Slowly, steadily but surely.
I’ve just been mentally asking myself one question: why?
I feel like I need to confront my truth
of who I am...
Thank you so much guys for being so patient and supportive of me.
I really appreciate it!
I’m so sorry if I sound like a broken record but I am very humbled and grateful for all of you.
Thank you so much for 260 followers.
That’s so insane that my page has even gotten this far. I never thought it would!
I love you guys, Kings and Queens of Poetry!
Nov 2018 · 6.3k
Why I Write
Lyn-Purcell Nov 2018

I was made to

So sorry, there’s been so many things going on on my end...
There’s been more down than up and I needed a mental break to prevent another breakdown.
I’m sorry that I disappeared again.
I don’t mean to worry anyone.
I really truly appreciate you all and all the support given.
I hope you guys can forgive me...
Love you guys so much.
Thank you so so much for 257 followers.
It's amazing I even managed to get this far...
Lyn ***
Oct 2018 · 3.1k
Lyn-Purcell Oct 2018
Staring at the clouds
I dream of flying through them
Unbound and care free

Sun now warms my cheek
Pearl pink castles made of clouds
How I miss my youth
One minute it's freezing, the next it's a lovely day. London!
Though I've got alot on my mind, I couldn't help but make shapes of the clouds and be truly immersed in it. It felt so real.
I really miss just being a kid...
Lyn ***
Oct 2018 · 785
Lyn-Purcell Oct 2018

For years, I was under
your control
I was blind to how
toxic, how aggressive
you were - I kept making
Slapped, but still, I turned
the other cheek...
Enough was enough
I gathered my strength
I altered my future
and deleted our past

Im glad I walked away from all that was toxic. Now I can focus on building my future...
I know its easier said than done and some situations may be more severe than others
Please get help if you can before it's too late
Whether it is emotional, physical, ****** or psychological, abuse is abuse.
And its never ever to be condoned!
Lyn ***
Oct 2018 · 959
Nyx (20W)
Lyn-Purcell Oct 2018
With a shimmering corona of the dark coiling fog,
she glides through the shadows
with haunting songs,
sad but sweet.
Haven't done one of these in ages!
I was always fascinated with the goddess Nyx. There's just something about her.
Lyn ***
Oct 2018 · 477
Lyn-Purcell Oct 2018

Why is it that I find literature
to be more humane than
humans sometimes?

It’s been a bit of a strain today...
Lyn ***
Oct 2018 · 959
The Mask and The Soul
Lyn-Purcell Oct 2018

Living life is like a masquerade
where we only ever see the masks
of people

I hide only because I'm scared
but still, I do want to be seen.
I place my mask on my heart
my face fresh, imperfect and

I bear my heart with my hand
Please try to forget my mask
and see my true soul...


I  had dreams of one day being a major celebrity, but I realised that there are things that are just not worth it.
You want to know what I want to be in my life?
All I want to be is human...
The good and bad...
That's all.
I bear my heart with my hand...
Thank you everyone!
I'll read through as many messages as I can, there's so many but I am truly humbled by your support!
Much love,
Lyn ***
Oct 2018 · 403
Masked Bard Parts
Lyn-Purcell Oct 2018
~ ⚪♫⚪ ~
Part 1:
Part 2:
Part 3:
Part 4:
Part 5:

~ ⚪♫⚪ ~
Part 6:
Part 7:
Part 8:
Part 9:
Part 10:

~ ⚪♫⚪ ~
Part 11:
Part 12:
Part 13:
Part 14:
Part 15:

~ ⚪♫⚪ ~
Part 16:
Part 17:
Part 18:
Finally, I've got a little more free time!
I'm surprised I got 18 parts! This is the longest freeverse I've ever written! ^^
But I'm feeling inspired, at last! I'll be updating this story in
the next few days so in the meantime,
here are the links of the parts should you need to reread!
Thank you everyone for being so patient
with me! Truly!
Much love,
Lyn ***
Oct 2018 · 1.2k
Lyn-Purcell Oct 2018

Reality has had its way
with me for 23 years so
I paint out my revenge
and my dreams with
words and live ten

Thank you guys so much!
You guys are so amazing, I've got alot of notifications so its hard for me to like and
respond to all of them!
Please know that I do see them and that
I'm truly grateful!
Much love!
Lyn ***
Oct 2018 · 203
Lyn-Purcell Oct 2018

Everyone is a unique seed
with a potential to bloom
into something beautiful
Nurture yourself as pure
and consistent as love itself
Fear no drought
For you are not destined
to wilt before your time
You will have all you need
to get to the stage of flowering
All your God given talents,
known and hidden,
discover, refine, hone

Nothing you possess is wasted. You are unique. Nurture your skills.
Im sorry for the inactivity, I've been finishing late and I'm so exhausted when I get home. I really appreciate all your support.
Thank you so much for 252 followers!
I'm so grateful for all of you!
Much love,
Lyn ***
Oct 2018 · 195
Chasing Dreams
Lyn-Purcell Oct 2018
How much time have you
wasted just chasing them?
Never chase your dreams,
start exhibiting them...

It's a better way to think. It's a better way to live. Okay, managed to get of the Masked Bard done! Just need to edit it. Ill let you know when it's about to be released! ^^
Thank you so so much for 250 followers!
***, that is absolutely amazing!
Im truly grateful!
I'm slowly recovering, thankfully. I haven't had the chance to read through everyone's comments but I will soon, I promise!
Especially when its easier for me to think...
Love you guys so so much.
Thank you for the support!
Be back soon
Much love,
Queen Lyn ***
Oct 2018 · 499
Lyn-Purcell Oct 2018
Whether it is poetry
or even prose,
the orchestra of words
differ musically
In sound
In space
And even in rhythm
But never in meaning
Never in sweetness
The music of words has a myriad of meanings. I fall in love with words over and over again.
My body is feeling rather weak but I'm gonna try and write some of the Masked Bard. Its not as bad as yesterday, thankfully.
Again, everyone, thank you very much for your out-pour of kindness.
Truly, I'm humbled and touched. I know I may sound like a broken record but I just want you guys to know how much it means to me.
It's really helping me feel better.
Hugs and love to you all! ^^
Lyn ***
Oct 2018 · 614
Lyn-Purcell Oct 2018
I listen to my mind
talk while my heart
roars in its cage,
wild within my

Is it bad that I just
don't listen to it
I've gone so long without listening to it because when I do, I get hurt again...
I just want to be deaf to its demands at times...
Feeling a little better now.
Thanks everyone for your patience with me.
Much love,
Lyn ***
Oct 2018 · 741
Lyn-Purcell Oct 2018

For every story of addiction
has trauma at the root

Thats the usual case anyway.
I'm sorry everyone for not updating as much as I want.
I'm still feeling really unwell...
Hugs everyone
Lyn ***
Oct 2018 · 373
Lyn-Purcell Oct 2018
How is it that ideas are
waterfalls in my mind
but my hand is so still?
Feeling unwell AGAIN...
Sorry guys for disappointing you.
I so wanted to update my Masked Bard story
Lyn ***
Oct 2018 · 686
Lyn-Purcell Oct 2018

The music of my life,
harmony and discord,
differs from yours

I dance, solely and
purely, to the beat
of mine own drum

Feeling so queasy today....
Lyn ***
Oct 2018 · 475
Lost at Sea
Lyn-Purcell Oct 2018

Drowning in anxiety
Mocked by insecurity
Seas black, cold and slimy
Inkpot has dried
The paper turns to dust
All alone
Lost at sea
Nothing but a joke.

Turbulence is dying down now.
Lyn x
Oct 2018 · 1.3k
Lyn-Purcell Oct 2018

I trust yet I'm suspicious
I love yet I'm hateful
I laugh loud but I cry
I observe, I'm not blind
I try so hard by confidence
Try harder, esteem breaks
I stand strong with laughter
Locked deep, my ferno rage
I clam up
Guards up
Shields up
Inside, the shards of my bones
Laughter to me is a sword
with two faces
I see the argent lighthearted face,
but my eye is locked on its
shadowed edge
Malicious, cruel, sharp and swift
Sheathed ever so deep into my heart
I can hear the echoes more than feeling the pain
I pick so blindly at an open wound
My mind is a riot, a murked brew
of emotions
Time will heal the wounds,
but it's a scar I'll always remember
Anger screams
Sadness cries
Frustation seethes
A joke, am I?
The sun is dead
Blocked out by echoes
So disoriented
Heart pulses
I cannot think...

Trying to calm a turbulent sea that currently is my mind...
Lyn x
Oct 2018 · 293
Lyn-Purcell Oct 2018
What better way to pour out
the pain of a poet that
to write the stories
with a *** of
It's so good to be back here.
So therapeutic!
Lyn ***
Oct 2018 · 281
Apple of Eden
Lyn-Purcell Oct 2018

Tempted by the seductive whispers
of power, I took a big bite of the
forbidden fruit.
My eyes and ears open.
So now I understand the
glee and grief that comes
with knowledge.

Knowledge is power as well as a burden.
Lyn ***
Oct 2018 · 973
Lyn-Purcell Oct 2018

I cannot pretend to be something
I already am...

There's enough hatred in the world...
Lyn ***
Oct 2018 · 1.1k
Lyn-Purcell Oct 2018

I am a cynic and
a romantic at heart.
My skin hardened by experience
My heart fearful of pain and trust.
Many have tried to peel away
my doubts and fears and
try to add colour to my

My truth is my reality.
And with that, no one can
hurt me.
So stop.
Please stop.

Don't look at me with
eyes fascinated, eyes with
pity, eyes of doubt.
My heart's afraid
and my mind's so

You taste sweetness
from my sourness
and still...
think you can
heal me...?

This is an old poem I found in a very very old journal.
Wrote it back 2014-5, wow.
Looking at it now, I think I've gotten a little better,
but yet, this still hits so close to home.
Training the mind to be different is a lot harder than people would think.
Lyn ***
Oct 2018 · 15.2k
Heartful of Lanterns
Lyn-Purcell Oct 2018
heart is                                                  
A LANTERN                                              
Inside, lives a                                              
♡         ­                                       
e                   ­                 
t                       ­                       
  ­   n                                
      d                        ­                  
      ♡                                       ­             
s                                                  ­  
e                     ­             

                   bright wings
                     G L I T T E R I N G
                     with love, life and

I grow,                
S H E  R E M A I N S              
youthful, timid,              
d       ­     


                   ­                     spent days
                                          JUST  CRYING
     ­                                     feeling so lost
             ­                             ♡
                                  ­        I
       ­                                             s
                  ­                             o
                     ­          s
                    ­                              y
                                 ­                   ♡

                                           ­                             The
                                ­                                         summer
                                                          ­                OF HER HEART
                                                           ­                  became winter
                                                          ­                bleak
                                           ­                            ♡
                                                               ­                 a
                                                                ­                     n
                                                               ­                   d
                                            ­                            ♡
                                   ­                            c
                                                               ­   l
                                                            ­                d
                                                                ­                   ♡

                       with time
                          SHE MANAGED
                        to pick herself
                  ­ n
                           ­               h
      ­                           r

the help                        
O F  O T H E R                        
fellow Kings and                        
k         ­                         
♡                                      ­    
♡  ­        

                   You                                                              ­    
all have                                              
A D D E D   TO                                            
my heart's inner                                              
flame        ­                                        
n   ­                                                       
♡       ­                               
o  ­                      
e                               ­       
♡                     ­           

       Winds                                                            ­              
blow, wings                                                            ­      
NOW FLUTTER                                                          ­        
I'm ready to                                                               ­   
fly                                                              ­  
♡                                                                ­
b                                                               ­ 
y                                                              ­  
s    ­                                            
d            ­                                              
e                 ­                                                   ♡
I'm back!
So sorry everyone, the last few weeks have been... a strain on me.
I am still doing my media course and all, but mentally and emotionally,
I was slipping down into a dark place. My sleeping patterns have been messed up, my nerves have been completely out of control, my self-doubt, anxiety and depression drained me so much that I found it really hard to write, so I needed time to gather myself. It was so hard for me to pick up a pen. To do anything. My smiles were hollow and I just felt so lost.

I just wanted to apologise, I didn't mean to worry anyone. I'm truly touched by the out-pour of support for me. I got so many messages asking if I was alright. I can't express how much that warmed my heart. I'm so used to people being angry at me for my silence that it usually scares me to come back. By nature, with everything I've experienced, it's made me more and more of an isolationist. To all of those people, truly, thank you so so much for staying and just being kind to me...
Really. Thank you T-T
And thank you to all my followers, old and new.
245 followers... I can't even... T-T
I'm sorry if I sound like a broken record but thank you.
I'm back now, and I'm feeling better.
It's easier to hold my pen so I will resume spilling my ink.

I'll continue the Masked Bard on Thursday, I'm free the whole day.
I have no idea of my schedule the coming week.
Again, I appreciate everyone one of you.
Thank you for keeping me in your thoughts.
Thank you for staying with someone like me.
With much love,
Lyn ***
Oct 2018 · 420
Lyn-Purcell Oct 2018

Her sweet dewed her fringe
to her forehead.
She had nibbled on the
ivy with leaves of gold
which she turned to powder.
Her eyes filled with passion
as she cups her hands to
drink the flame-laced
syrup born on from
Falling moons

Writer's block is slowly going...
Lyn ***
Lyn-Purcell Sep 2018
~ ⚪♫⚪ ~
Esshi and Ainhara look around the
shop. Thankfully, it is just them.
'One less thing to worry about...' Esshi
sighs as she looks at Ainhara, the
concern in her eyes is clear.

~ ⚪♫⚪ ~
"Shh!" Lyn waves her hand and stops
them from bowing. "Please don't
bow. And don't call me Your Grace,
either." Bree and Michael stand straight.
"Please, I just want to temporarily
escape and enjoy the day."

~ ⚪♫⚪ ~
"Of course, your secret is safe with
us, Your High- I mean... Nyl..."
Michael says and they nod.
"It's a honour to have you here.
You and your handmaidens."
Bree says, eyes shining.

~ ⚪♫⚪ ~
"The honour is ours!" Esshi says.
"If you would be so kind to-"
"Not inform anyone? We won't."
Michael promises them with a
reassuring smile. "But I will say
that we are glad to see that you
are well, my lady."

~ ⚪♫⚪ ~
"Thank you." Lyn sighs. "Ainhara."
Her handmaid digs into the basket
and brings out some gold coins
and a few gems. "Here. Please
accept this. Also know that I will
send a few gifts your way for
keeping my secret."
"You are far too kind, Nyl."
Bree teases.
I know, it's kinda dull.
Hopefully I'll feel more inspired in the next week!
Lyn ***
Lyn-Purcell Sep 2018
~ ⚪♫⚪ ~
"Oh yes! They're of the finest quality."
"Well, I would love to get that one!"
She points to a small A5 notebook
with watercolour swirls.
"Good taste!" Bree claps as Michael
pulls a stool, stands on it and pulls
the book from the bookshelf, handing
to Lyn who stares at it. She strokes
the book and opens it to stroke to
fine paper.

~ ⚪♫⚪ ~
"That ring," Michael stares at it and
Lyn tenses, as did Ainhara and Esshi.
'How we forget about the ring!'
Esshi mentally facepalms. It is of
white-gold, the white lily of Aurelinaea
with the monogram of the Royal family.

~ ⚪♫⚪ ~
Lyn was granted it when she was
coronated, and always left it on, so
much so that it was like second
It's always something loool
Lyn ***
Lyn-Purcell Sep 2018
~ ⚪♫⚪ ~
"Just browsing," Nyl says, softening
her voice. "Do you have any Puhan
notepads by any chance? They make
the best notepads. Oh, and some
ink-sticks? The smaller ones."

~ ⚪♫⚪ ~
Michael chuckles, "You and my wife
would get along well, Nyl. You're in
luck! A new shipment came in from
Puhan today!" Michael smiles. "They're
on the upper levels."

~ ⚪♫⚪ ~
Her handmaids can tell she is smiling
under her veil. With shining eyes, Nyl
skips up the steps and admires the books.
Esshi and Ainhara follow behind her.
"Honey!" The three women turn to see
a slender shadow of a woman from the
far corner of the room. " I've taken the
Puhan inventory. Just the Luciuscemi
carvings to do! Oh." She turns head to
face Lyn, Esshi and Ainhara.

~ ⚪♫⚪ ~
When she walks out of the shadows,
she smiles. She was in a long beige
dress, her hair in a low ponytail and
simple brown shoes. "Hello!"
"I was just talking about you, Bree."
His wife raises a brow. "Oh really?"
"He says that you too are a lover
of Puhan's ink-sticks and notepads."
Nyl beams.
Lyn ***
Lyn-Purcell Sep 2018
~ ⚪♫⚪ ~
The bookshop is alot bigger than
one would assume. High beige
walls, large rounded windows,
Staircases that lead to the upper
levels but most of all, books -
paperback, hardback, leather-
bound all resting comfortably
in the tall polished bookcases.

~ ⚪♫⚪ ~
All are in order, some alphabetised,
some colour-order.  They can even
see quills, inkpots, canvases, pencils,
letters and stamps all neatly in place.
The shop owner, a curly, black-haired,
strong man in a white shirt, brown
trousers and shoes, standing on a
stool, dusting away the cobwebs.

~ ⚪♫⚪ ~
When he hears the bell ringing, he
turns and spots Esshi and Ainhara
standing there. Smiling, he hops
down and walks to them.
"Welcome to my bookshop, ladies!"
he beams. "My name's Michael.
And your names?"

~ ⚪♫⚪ ~
"I'm Hara," says Ainhara calmly
before gesturing to Esshi and Lyn.
"This is Shia and Nyl."
"Nice to meet you all," he greets
them and kisses their hands gently.
"Is there anything that you're
looking for in particular?"
Some more filler.
I'm sorry, writer's block *****...
But I wanted to update this series! I hope this week will be more inspiring for me.
Thank you everyone for your patience and kindness!
Lyn ***
Sep 2018 · 2.7k
Lyn-Purcell Sep 2018

~ ⚈♡⚈ ~

You don't need sight to see my soul,
my love
Stroke and trace your fingers on my
skin and feel

Underneath the anticipation
of our very first night, my
dress becomes a silken
stream around my feet

I want you to touch me...
Truly touch me...

Trace over my temple and feel
the hearth of my heart; the
flames burn hot and true
for you

Stroke the pillars and feel
the cracks; like you, the
edges of my soul
are marred

Close your eyes and feel the
sun's kisses and the shadowed
whispers; my most precious
of dreams and darkest of fears

Fingers thread together,
through my hair,
foreheads kiss
lips reddens
tongues strokes
skin enkindles
goosebumps rise

See and smell my
roses,and taste the
salt of my rain

See my heart,
how crudely it's stitched
and salve my pain with
your love and truth

My body is your breath...
I am your braille
and yours alone...

During this night,
the first of many,
let us join together
and give birth to
purest love...

~ ⚈♡⚈ ~

Mind's still blocked, but it's not as bad as yesterday's.
I'm working on the next part of the Masked Bard series.
Thank you everyone for your kind comments towards me in my poem 'Would'. It means alot to me, truly. I'm sorry that if I sound like a broken record, but I am truly grateful. As of next week, I will be able to go through
everyone's comments. This week alot of things have happened in and out of my course and honestly, it's made me feel so drained.
I'll make a collection for the Masked Bard so you can catch up!
Thank you all again, you mean so much to me!
Lyn ***
Sep 2018 · 371
Lyn-Purcell Sep 2018

Would that the words would
come easily to me.
For me to be able to express
myself, to be a strong and proud
and confident bard...

Would that I could feel more
secure in the power of my ink
to not feel dread or shame or
depressed for now keeping
my ink flowing upon the

Would that my soul would fall
into the arms of the true moon
that sees my soul...
I know that I am flawed.
I fear that one day my mistakes,
my past will catch up and drag
me down into a hell where others
loathe me...

And while my wounds are fresh
the ghosts that I have locked
behind the doors, the ones that
one time that I had loved and
let go for my own stability will

I can admit my faults,
but it hurts when my mind leaves
me floating in a dark sea; calm
with no light, no shore, no soul
in sight...

Would that I can believe
that indeed

I am good enough...

Scratching at my emotional wounds...
Still finding it hard to write...
Sep 2018 · 474
Lyn-Purcell Sep 2018

I hold the quill,
I have the ink and yet,
nothing seems to flow.
My mind, a blank canvas.
My heart, a startled bird.
My soul, a dying furnace.
No words to share
I am lost.

Feeling so stressed. Haven't written anything in a few days!
I don't like it when this happens...
Lyn ***
Sep 2018 · 240
Stu-day #6
Lyn-Purcell Sep 2018
A productive day
I went to a film screening
Fun, but I'm so drained
I'm so fricking tired right now.
And I gotta be in early tomorrow.
Well, I'm off to bed!
Thank you so much for 237 followers!
Im sorry I'm so inactive, the course is so demanding.
As the weeks go, its getting harder and harder...I really appreciate it though!
Be back soon!
Lyn ***
Sep 2018 · 341
Lyn-Purcell Sep 2018

Write poetry?
I only ever share what's imprinted in my mind, the scars of my skin, the warmth of my soul

Thats all...
Lyn ***
Sep 2018 · 647
Stu-day #5
Lyn-Purcell Sep 2018
I'm now in week 2
Learned about Instagram
Curious but bored
Hard to believe that I'm in week 2 already.
Today went fast but I was slightly bored tbh.
Personally speaking, I'm no fan of Instagram. I don't think I'll use it...
Just not for me. I don't really like taking pics and sharing them...
Anyway, got alot of work to do!
Be back soon, folks!
Lyn ***
Lyn-Purcell Sep 2018
ᗩIᑎᕼᗩᖇᗩ ᑕOᑎT.
~ ⚪♫⚪ ~
When Lyn looks up, she can see
several banners; the proud white
Lily of Aurelinaea on a gold field
and a white mask and brown
lute on a crimson field, decorate
the buildings. They drape over
windows, off the high bridges,
roofs and posts.

~ ⚪♫⚪ ~
"Ah yes, today is the Song of the
Canals!" Ainhara turns to them.
"So, My Lady, where do you want
to go first? A walk around the
harbour? A ride on the canals?
A trip to the museums?"

~ ⚪♫⚪ ~
"Hmmm..." Lyn's eyes fall
upon a small bookshop.
"I'd like to browse the book-
shop first."
"Do you not have enough
books, My Lady?"

~ ⚪♫⚪ ~
"Ah-ah!" Lyn tsked. "One can
never have enough books!"
Esshi giggles again as Ainhara
rolls her eyes as her mistress
raises a hand, her finger pointing
at the sky. "To the bookstore!"

~ ⚪♫⚪ ~
Lyn skips over like a little girl.
"Honestly," Ainhara chuckles.
"At least she's smiling, Ainhara."
"True," Ainhara could not disagree
with her friend. To see the young
queen so carefree, dressed so plainly,
and above all happy and relaxed,
is a relief to them both. Smiling
under their veils, she and Esshi to
follow behind their young queen.
Enjoy! ^^
Bringing out my inner nerd lool
Lyn ***
Lyn-Purcell Sep 2018
~ ⚪♫⚪ ~
"And people say that the Palace is
the heart," Lyn murmurs, looking
around the town. "The heart of
Aurelinaea truly beats within the

~ ⚪♫⚪ ~
"Quite so, My Lady." Esshi nods in
agreement. It rings true; Aurelinaea
Palace rests and grows out of the heart
of the large island. It is even whispered
that there are secret passageways long
lost, that only the royal family know.
The towns are pulsing with the lives
of hundreds of thousands. From the
Palace, there is one street, a vein,
thick and wide, that leads down to
different parts of town.

~ ⚪♫⚪ ~
And like a heart, one vein connects
to many; thick and thin, wide and
narrow; several pathway, with
and without wooden fences, are
made of three colours; red stones,
yellow stones and green stones.

~ ⚪♫⚪ ~
All of them are winding around,
leading to several coloured houses,
gardens, markets, docks, grand
angel fountains that rests upon the
mosaics, bridges and the canals.

~ ⚪♫⚪ ~
The air is full of many smells, perfumes
and fresh flowers, fresh cakes, cookies and
breads, fresh produce and fish, fresh cut
grass and the sea. Smiths hammers away
at their swords and armour, people laugh,
children run and play around, cats meow,
dogs barks, seagulls cry and people laugh,
sing, talk and eat as they sail on the canals.
Building on the visuals.
Strange what one stumbles on when they're writing for a project.
I was looking at a diagram for the human heart.
Gotta hit the hay, the second week of my course
resumes on the morrow!
Much love,
Lyn ***
Sep 2018 · 1.7k
Lyn-Purcell Sep 2018

Her opalescent wings unfurl under the
clear skies, glittering beautifully under
the golden glory of the sun
As she opens her jaws, lances of flame
covers the green, ravaging life with scalding
kisses of red and orange and purple and gold
Her breath has grown hotter over the years -
now able to melt steel and stone, flesh and bone
But her eyes, molten suns are always wet with
affection when she looks at me
Her claws are curved, sharper than Damascus
steel, the shade of deep obsidian.
Her tail long and spiked; a dangerous whip
Her scales drinking in sun as she watches
me dip my feet into the sea. From it, rises smoke.
Like the water, its's rising and receding into
A clear blue and it seems so vast and endless
Just looking at the horizon makes me feel so

My head is hurting so I just let my imagination wander...
Thank you so much for 236 followers!! It means so much to me!
Lyn ***
Sep 2018 · 265
Like Glass
Lyn-Purcell Sep 2018

Like old friends and new,
We sit adjacent and stare
Am I transparent?
I'm not broken, but can you see and caress my cracks?
Marred body, but hey,
They are testaments.
Least I can sit here and say that
I have learned
a great deal of things...
Good and bad...

Counting my scars.
Sep 2018 · 3.4k
Eirene (10W)
Lyn-Purcell Sep 2018
Try your best to never let
anger devour your
Easier said than done, I know.
But still, try your best, okay? ^^
Been a while since I did one of these...
Lyn ***
Sep 2018 · 744
Lyn-Purcell Sep 2018

"Can you be flawless?" you ask me.
"So you love me less because of them?"
I reply.

Take me as I am...
Sep 2018 · 257
Lyn-Purcell Sep 2018

The sweetness of success and
the salt of regret,
I will let them ride and glide
on paper wings

Ink flowing...
Sep 2018 · 212
Lyn-Purcell Sep 2018

Ever had that point in your life where
you wished you could just press
a button and restart your whole

Never losing any of the knowledge
that you have now?
It seems like I'm having more and
more of those days...

I try my best to walk on the path
of light, but I can't help but turn
and feel the shadows crawling
behind me

How they yearn to sharpen their
blades with their poisoned whispers
and seek my neck to slit my throat
The memories of my 'childhood'
coming back to bite and drag me
down to my death
I only wish to build for my future,
to move on,
begin anew,
to rise about the turmoil that burns
in me

For the man I hate most in this world...
Even now, I'm not sure that I fully
understand the past
I have so many questions, still
But I guess I will never truly understand
it, not as I am now anyway...
But it's better to understand than me
seeking to solve it

I can't change my past
I can't delete my mistakes
I'm still at war, fighting off my insecurities
my self-loathing
my depression
my anxieties
my shame
my anger

As scared as I am, my hand
is on the handle that leads
to my Hall of Hope
Small, it may be, but hope
is something that is hard to ****
once it has taken root

The key, stability, is there beyond
my gaze
My future is the only thing I have
There's nothing left for me in the past,
nothing but pain and a black-hole
of emotion
So I humbly ask you...

Help me to overcome and experience
my best life that hides behind my fears
I won't let anyone jeopardise what could
be for me, for the sake of jealousy or even

I can't be a tree that never bears fruit...
For risks are apart of life
So I will follow you,
with my heart praying for salvation
From the smoke from the past,
you present me my mirror
even if it's something I do not wish
to see

My past, I will make peace with
but I will create my bright future

Picking at an emotional wound...
Lyn-Purcell Sep 2018
EᔕᔕᕼI ᑕOᑎT.
~ ⚪♫⚪ ~
"I guess you're right," Lyn sighs.
"Though, I will take this up with
the guards. Seeing how it was very
easy for us to sneak out."
'I wonder if they will even notice
that their Queen is missing...'
chuckles dryly, her hands on her

~ ⚪♫⚪ ~
"Try not to be too ******* them,
My Lady." Ainhara chuckles
while walking to them, an old
wicker basket with lids hanging
from her slender arm.
The wind blows and her dark
green skirt ***** in the winds
around her legs, as did Esshi's
and Lyn's.

~ ⚪♫⚪ ~
She is gently rummaging through it.
"The coins should be enough for
all three of us. Now, are you ready?"
"As I'll ever be." Lyn says as she pulls
up her face veil, and her ladies do
the same. The day is bright and hot,
but the opaque veils are light.

~ ⚪♫⚪ ~
Ainhara leads the way, walking
through the forests, Esshi and Lyn
behind her. Out of the forests,
they follow the path down into
the ever bright, bustling, colourful
Aurelinaean town.
Lyn-Purcell Sep 2018
~ ⚪♫⚪ ~
"Sneaking away from my own palace
and guards..." Lyn mutters while
looking at her palace from the forests.
The high walls drinks in the sunlight,
the white flags of Aurelinaea
She, Ainhara and Esshi had changed
into common garbs, swapping silks
for cottons.

~ ⚪♫⚪ ~
The young queen's hair is packed
in simple bun, wrapped in a cream-
cotton headrail that drapes over her
head and wraps around her
shoulders.  She is now in a plain,
long cotton brown skirt, a white
blouse with string, a black
cummerbund around her waist
with matching flats.

~ ⚪♫⚪ ~
Esshi is wearing the same,
but her skirts are a dull red,
her headrail a pale orange.
They had snuck past the guards
and climbed over the high walls.
Ainhara is tidying up the rope.

~ ⚪♫⚪ ~
"Reminds me of when I was younger,
remember?" Lyn faces Esshi who
smiles and nods before turning
to her palace again. "I just hope my
mother doesn't send for me."
"It'll be fine, my lady. It is just
a brief escape."
As promised, The Masked Bard story continues! ^^
Here are the parts to the others, should you need
to reread. Don't worry, when this is completed, it
will be a collection!
Thanks everyone!
Lyn ***

Part 1:
Part 2:
Part 3:
Part 4:
Part 5:
Part 6:
Part 7:
Part 8:
Part 9:
Part 10:
Sep 2018 · 288
Lyn-Purcell Sep 2018

The few should never represent
the many.

No one, not even a celebrity, should speak for you or represent you.
Do that yourself. I'm speaking to every single race out there.
Because as soon as a celebrity says something you dislike or disagree with,
YOU are the ones who get all up in your feelings. Their mistakes should never represent a community as a whole. This is one of the many reasons why I stopped putting celebrities on pedestals.
Man, I'm so glad I now have downtime! ^^
Thank you guys so much for your patience!
Working on the Masked Bard series now!
Lyn ***
Sep 2018 · 242
Lyn-Purcell Sep 2018
First assignment done
Feeling relieved and weary
Also really sore
*** that assignment took forever but I finally got it done.
I'm so tired, but you know what that means!
I'm free tomorrow and on the weekend!
The next part of the Masked Bard will be out on the morrow.
Right now, my brain is mush...
Love you guys! Thank you for being so patient and supportive!
See ya tomorrow!
Lyn ***
Sep 2018 · 1.9k
Stu-day #4
Lyn-Purcell Sep 2018
The trip was awesome
Learning about the camera
The first week's over
On the train home now!
Just like that, week one is done!
Ill be back later on - they set some tasks for us and I want to complete it all today so tomorrow I can relax.
Be back soon, loves!
Lyn ***
Sep 2018 · 1.4k
Lyn-Purcell Sep 2018

Your cruel words are shadows
beaten by the light of my

Another short poem!
I'm currently on my 15 minute break!
An hour and I'll be done.
Ill let you know when I'm home!
See ya soon!
Lyn ***
Sep 2018 · 298
Lyn-Purcell Sep 2018

It wasn't about we
It was about you
You're angry? Don't be
I don't think of you
Just me

Another short poem! ^^
Tomorrow, I have a trip to some gallery.
Fortunately, thanks to me being in the morning group, I'll finish early!
So when I come home tomorrow, I'll be checking on the messages and all!
234 followers!  T-T
I thank you all so so much!
Truly! I'm grateful!
I wish you all a good night!
Lyn ***
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