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Jun 2018 · 413
Lesson Learned #94
Lyn-Purcell Jun 2018
Loyalty, a quality that is not
used enough in this day
and age.
People are so **** eager to throw others under the bus when the tough gets going.
They also keep secrets from you. Well, thankfully, I have a small niche of friends I KNOW I can trust.
Oh well, c'est la vie!

Be back soon!
Lyn ***
Jun 2018 · 614
Beauty of Breasts
Lyn-Purcell Jun 2018
"May her ******* satisfy you."


******* were made to feed the
seed that grows in a woman's
womb, born between a couple's
love.

                                                                     When the seed has finally
                                                                      sprouted, they drink the
                                                                      milk of the mother to help
                                                                      their growth.

The beauty of a woman is to carry life
The beauty of *** is to make new life
The beauty of ******* is to strengthen
that life

                                                                          Not for your filthy mind.
                                                                         Why would you hate on a
                                                                          mother strengthening her
                                                                          child?
                
A life that a man helps to create.

                                Must everything be sexualized?
First off, thank you everyone for liking my poem, They May But They Won't.
I saw it was trending and I was so excited! I literally jumped from having 65 followers to 75! That was crazy! I'm super grateful for the comments and the support! I'm becoming more confident in my skills as a poet, knowing there are such wonderfully supportive people on HelloPoetry! You guys are awesome!

Secondly, this poem is dedicated to an incident I witnessed today. Some teenage boys were mocking a mother for breastfeeding her child. I was so angry but several women and men stood up for her, and the boys were kicked out! I approached the woman and we had a brief conversation about it. I don't get why people hate on such a natural thing. That's what women's ******* are for! You can give a baby formula but nothing beats breast milk! The boys attitude towards it was absolutely disgusting! So ******* are only used to attract and can only be playthings now? Anyone who has that mentality seriously needs to grow up!

I'm a young person with an old-soul. Fitting! ^.^
So, this poem is dedicated to all mothers everywhere, specifically breastfeeding mothers. I know how much of a strain breastfeeding can be (I'm 22 and my mother never lets me live it down loool) but still, people shouldn't be hating on this natural act, just like ***. *** is a beautiful act but in this day and age...you know, I'm not gonna get into this now! Maybe later.

Thank you everyone, really!
I'm super grateful.
Be back soon!
Lyn ***
Jun 2018 · 12.5k
They May But They Won't
Lyn-Purcell Jun 2018
They may use you
abuse you
slap you
kick you
shoot you
stab you
curse you
mock you
choke you
tear you

and at times,    defeat you
in that time a   n   d time alone
They may do   all    this because
they know you can reach the
heights, the impossible,
that they can only
dream of
but

they won't      ever destroy
you.    You        know       when to be
a tempest and     when       to be tranquil
You know when     to         be a flicker and
when to                     be                        a flame
When to shake the        earth and to sprout
they may put so much energy to see you
on your knees, vulnerable and weak,
but as long as you continue to
rise to your feet, they will
be blinded by the
light of your
glory.
Feeling a lil optimistic now. You know, I can say that there are ALOT
of people I can list now that really want to see me fail, friend and family.
Shame but at least I know who I can and can't trust. I'm on that level of
consciousness now. This is a poem dedicated to them.
To let them see me down is a victory to them.
But it'll always be hollow because I will have that strength
to get back up again.

If anyone is in need of more fire to their flame, I hope this poem is at least a drop of fuel / a piece of wood.

Be back soon!
Lyn ***
Jun 2018 · 376
Am I
Lyn-Purcell Jun 2018
Who am I not to know the truth
about the words they say?
If I don't know the history,
all I am doing is making
the battle inconsequential.
Ive always been an avid lover of history.
So much hatred in this world makes me sad.
But if I don't learn the truth, I'm undermining the past.


This morning wasnt a great one so I'm feeling a little off but very reflective.

Be back soon
Lyn
Jun 2018 · 354
Slumber in Snow
Lyn-Purcell Jun 2018
My regrets and sorrows slumber in snow
at the idea of loving again.
My soul wishes for the bridge to connects
us so I may enter your dream palace
unafraid. Just to catch the sight of you.
My heart on my sleeve, my soul in the mist
and something echoes in my mind,
the idea of love.

A concept so beautiful that it can transcend
a lifetime as well as destroy a nation.
My soul will sleep in sorrow's snow
till the day I will rise again tall and strong
When the need to shed my tears has gone
I live for tomorrow and tomorrow's tomorrow
Until you sit by in to feel the hearth
inside my heart.
Feeling rather melancholy compared to earlier.
My nerves seem to grow raw with each passing day this month, no idea why.
Anyway, this is the last poem for the night.
Got a big day ahead tomorrow!

Be back soon!
Lyn ***
Jun 2018 · 630
Brittle
Lyn-Purcell Jun 2018
The bridge between what I feel
and how is far more brittle
than one would assume
Emotional pain, physical pain, mental pain...
There's such a fine line
Jun 2018 · 371
Tears
Lyn-Purcell Jun 2018
With all the pain I've had to bear,
there is still ink within my pen
My heart that's bled, the tears I've shed
are words that I've written
on a ****** page
Let all the pain you feel be ink in your pen.

Be back soon!
Lyn x
Jun 2018 · 336
Have You Ever
Lyn-Purcell Jun 2018
Have you ever known a rose
to be born with soft thorns

Have you ever known a heart
to be a still sea

Have you ever known a mind to
be a mere, simple garden
I'm feeling very reflective today, so I gave myself a lil task.
I wrote down on two A4 pieces of paper different words, (one paper I wrote different objects, the other I wrote random words) I folded them and I placed them in two small separate bowls. After shaking them, I closed my eyes and I picked a piece of paper from each of them.

The task was to write a line based on what you got, all starting with
'Have You Ever'
What I got was:
Flower + Beauty
Heart + Calming
Garden + Outlook

Just a lil fun, I enjoyed it!
Be back soon!
Lyn x
Jun 2018 · 517
Myths and Legends
Lyn-Purcell Jun 2018
Myths and legends I find
always have some truth
to them

And there are those who
create their own myths
and legends

That sort of immortality
shines for a special
starlit few

Who were never before
and never again
How we continue to deifying humans who become myths in the culture.
Who become icons and have an immortality that will stand the very test of time... that sort of star power is saved for the starlit few
Whose light will never be forgotten.

For me, I have a small group of celebs who fit this mould.
Be back soon!
Lyn x
Jun 2018 · 255
Change
Lyn-Purcell Jun 2018
I look to the past

to make sense of my present

   and it will never stop me for

       looking towards the bright future

          The journey my life takes won't get

              better by mere chance or luck

                   It's up to me and only me to make

                        life worth living by choosing change,

                                a constant page that keeps on turning

                                      a rule that always reigns
                                    
                                          But with it, I'll mature and chip myself

                                                  away and make my world shine anew,
  
                                                            and let the energy flow
Change is nature. One that people have a power to influence, for better or for worse. It's all down to our strength of our resolve.
We can learn from the past. The past has some answers for the present. But I don't want to be so focused on those that I miss the future.

Hope everyone's alright!
Be back soon!
Lyn x
Jun 2018 · 240
With
Lyn-Purcell Jun 2018
Always laugh with, and never at
Try to cry with, and never of
Ease the pain with, and never add
Fix your crowns with, and never knock off
Nurture strengths with, and never weaken
This is a relationship I have with few, but in life, you only need a close few, never many.
Be back soon!
Lyn
Jun 2018 · 412
Dear Society
Lyn-Purcell Jun 2018
Dear society, I'm tired of your
debauching standards of what
it means to be beautiful into a
mere commodity.

Dear society, why can't you look
into the windows of the soul? Are
you scared to see a flawed being
just like yourself? Scared to see
what truly lies in the heart? Scared
to see more and want more than
just a body?

Dear society, what you call
beauty now is only joy for
your eyes. There should be
more to us than just *** appeal.

Dear society, your expections
has done more harm that good.
Those who fall in line will always
be accepted. And the ordinary
will be rejected...

You've made me feel like I'll never
be good enough. That my life
should be dictated to meet your
standards. No matter what I do,
there will always be something
wrong with me. Some imperfection
that I'll be forced to fix.

I am more than flesh and bone.
I am more than blood and tone.
For years, you've made me sad,
you've made me hate.
And I refuse to die bound to
to a dark fate.
Society *****.
There is more to people than outer appearance,
or is that concept boring now?
Oh well.

Be back soon!
Lyn x
Jun 2018 · 463
Logophile
Lyn-Purcell Jun 2018
Fellow logophiles,
let us grab the silk and stitch
the words.

For we have that power
to move the Heaven and
Earth.
Words are beautiful by nature, by creation.
It's how we use that can add beauty of ugliness to this world.

Short poem, but honest.
Be back soon!
Lyn x
Jun 2018 · 595
Ego
Lyn-Purcell Jun 2018
Ego
We all have that desire
to climb high.

High enough to touch
the Heavens who watch
us through the stars.

High enough to look
down, admiring how
we got to that height,
with all the twists and
turns, stumbles, pauses
and falls.

Some have the chance of
being above the rest
earlier than many.

Those ones usually get drunk
on the power of being above,
never below. The head and
not the tail.

Their egos swell and all they
see, hear, touch and smell
are themselves.

I know because so many have
looked down on me from
above. And you know
what, I smile.

For one thing, you don't
know what sort of moral
compromises they made to
get to where they
are, which is why
I don't envy them.

Or if I do feel any slightly
envious, it's only for
a moment.

But one thing that I've
realised is that those who
get to the top, who look down
on me, who knock off the
crowns of arising kings
and queens.


Can't see what's above their own heads
and just as easily, they can crash and
burn.
This poem in particular is something I've been telling real good friends of mine for years. I realised this early and I've witnessed it first hand. At that moment, I didn't really feel envious for what people have. Although, I can't deny that I do feel slightly envious of what people do. Travelling, seeing the world, not having to worry about finances. They're stable. If I ever envy anyone, this is why.

I don't envy celebrities. I don't know what sort of sacrifice they made to get to where there are. There's no profit in gaining this world at the cost of my own soul. Not worth it at all. I won't ***** myself in anyway just to get a piece of fame. I believe that if I work hard, and with a lil luck, some hope and determination, it will come my way eventually. I'm not racing with anyone. I won't compete with anyone. I know better than that. I'm not perfect, I know that. So? I'm human just like you. I will mess up along the way. It's fact.
I won't pretend I'm something greater, knowing my flaws and faults.

Anyway, thank you everyone for all the love and kind comments.
You're all amazing!
Be back soon!
Lyn x
Jun 2018 · 712
Will to Slay
Lyn-Purcell Jun 2018
We all need to find the will
to slay the green-eyed dragon,
who is deluded by the idea
of keeping that sweet song
for his ears alone.

Selfish in not wanting
to share the flame
of love.
Be wary about the ones who are jealous of you.
Their potential to harm is dangerously high.
They'll always be eager to take you down.

Be back soon
Jun 2018 · 296
For You x
Lyn-Purcell Jun 2018
For all the friends I haven't met yet,
you're not alone.
Just believe.
There is nothing you cannot
do.
Logged in again and I saw all the notifications.
Each one very kind and touching.
This one is for all the friends around the world I haven't met yet.
Whatever storm there is in your life, God will see you
through it.

Thank you, everyone.
You have no idea how much it meant to me to read all the kind messages...
Through my own storm, you've made me smile and added to my
belief that there is still goodness in this world.
I love you all!
♡.♡.♡
Be back soon!
Lyn ***
Jun 2018 · 884
~ ♡ Blessing ♡ ~
Lyn-Purcell Jun 2018
~ ♡ ~
God has blessed many with
the gift of sight in this
path we call life,
a gift that we
take for
granted

~ ♡ ~
Along the way, I've been
blessed to meet the
special few who
truly have
vision

~ ♡ ~
I did not have the pleasure
to meet her in person
But I can feel her
gaze in all that
she's written

~ ♡ ~
There never goes a day
when her page
is unwritten

~ ♡ ~
As she waves her hand
and thoughtfully
sews her
words

~ ♡ ~
For I feel that she adds
a piece of her
golden
soul

~ ♡ ~
There is a kindness in her
that all can detect,
a trait that this
world sorely
lacks


~ ♡ ~
And for that, she will always
have my respect

~ ♡ ~
This one for you, Kim.
I thank you for sharing your pages,
yours dreams
and your dreams within your dreams
This one is long overdue and dedicated to Kim Johanna Baker,
an eloquent poet who bears her soul on
HelloPoetry.

I know it isn't much, but I'm wishing happiness, blessings
and love your way.
I will keep you in my prayers.

(For those who don't already, do look her up and follow her page.
You'll see what I mean!)

Be back soon,
Lyn x
Jun 2018 · 565
Fear
Lyn-Purcell Jun 2018
I don't fear personal growth.
Emotionally.
Mentally.
Physically.
Financially.

In growth, I feel like I can find
my stability.

What I fear is being stunted.
Forgotten in the soil
never basking in
the light.
All I want from my life is stability.
All I want is to find some form of peace.
I've cut out alot of toxic peop!e, friend and family but still, they persist in coming back and making things harder than need be.
But I will go on. I will thrive. I will succeed in this life.
No matter what anyone says.

Be back soon,
Lyn x
Jun 2018 · 544
The Writer's Language
Lyn-Purcell Jun 2018


a spokesperson of history and
their own language

an adventurer who dare to brave the
unknown jungles and uncharted temples

a student who starts from nothing
and grows by learning more

a listener who can hear and hone
the sound of their own prose

a lover who always leaves their
mark on ****** papers

a waterbearer who pours their soul to make
readers see and feel the beauty of the ripple

one soul that can and will write
their way into multiple lives

a warrior who fights to conquer
their greatest enemy, self-doubt

a drinker who wishes to
forget reality

a crafter who hears, sees, sniffs, feels
and thinks through their fingers

a sadist who loves to whip their
readers with twists, turns, pain and agony

a ******* who revels in the beautiful
agony of words, drafts and revisions

The writer's language is all that and more
It can bring as much agony as well as galore
And a special few truly understand that
the writer's language is anything but bland

The writer's language

The Writer's Language

It truly is second to none


The writing craft...
One I love to hate and hate to love. But I can't deny the good it's brought me
as well as the bad!
Also, to everyone who loved, liked and reposted my poem 'Naturally',
you guys are ah-mazing!
I logged in and saw 30+ notifications which made my jaw drop!
Seriously, it makes me feel warm and fuzzy that people love poetry as much as I do! I can't thank you enough!

Be back soon!
Lyn x
May 2018 · 457
Lyn-Purcell May 2018
Upon an oak
boat

I float on the sea
like a petal

swilling down
sun-kissed liquor

the gentle waves
rocking the boat

cleaning my
hanging feet

the kind winds
so cooling

The fingers of
light caress me

seemingly flirting
with my skin

The skies dawn
into a shade of blue

bright, clear and true
With closed eyes

I hear the whispers
of the sea's secrets

as my oak and I
wash up on shore

my feet meet the
sand first and then

my buttocks
the water strokes the

stones and the
belly of the oak

crashing back to make
sand angels with

the firewater in hand
I sigh close my

eyes and open my
mind to the magic

that is under the
golden sun
A poem based on a lucid dream I just had.
With so much chaos around, I wish I had the luxury to sail away and forget all my troubles.

Be back soon!
Lyn x
May 2018 · 474
Lesson Learned #93
Lyn-Purcell May 2018
You shouldn't feel the need to apologise
for burning so brightly.
When you get your success, don't apologise.
There will ALWAYS be people who will make you feel guilty or expect you to do things for them.
They would want to ride on your coattails and have a piece of the action.
It's cool to do things for them, just don't overdo it.
And most importantly, relish the ride!
May 2018 · 1.8k
Rose-bound
Lyn-Purcell May 2018
My soul is cast
eternally rose-bound

Chained to the one flower
that will ne'er wither

As I am in the world
of slumber

Awaiting to stir at the touch
of cold glass lips
Influenced by the tale of Sleeping Beauty

Be back soon!
Lyn x
May 2018 · 394
Lesson Learned #92
Lyn-Purcell May 2018
Adorn your essence and legacy
with good deeds. Not your
outer shell.
It's the soul that counts, never vanity.

Be back soon!
Lyn x
May 2018 · 298
Lesson Learned #91
Lyn-Purcell May 2018
Let gratitude be a great
star-pin on your soul.
Gratitude goes a long way!
May 2018 · 2.0k
Naturally
Lyn-Purcell May 2018
There isn't a person
in this world
who has
not
said or done
something they
deeply regret.
And it's
okay.

We're only human.
We're not programmed
to be flawless.

Naturally we would want to:

lock it up,
toss the key,
walk ahead,
never look back.
Pray that it remains
buried or lost in the
shadows so that society
never finds out.
Given the opportunity,
they would relish
in the chance to
tear us apart.
Drag us up and
down on the media.
Because only in our
moments of weakness
they can forget their
own imperfections.

Sad but hey, that's society now...

Just know that making
a mistake is natural
Owning up to what
you did takes
courage.

Just remember this, don't forget your mistakes, ok?

Never forget.
Because to know
who you are,
you need to

remember where you came from.
Such is life...
Only 22 and I can admit and acknowledge some big mistakes.
Things I'm ashamed off...
But hey, that's life!
As sad as I am, as scared as I am, as angry and hurt as I am, I'm still here.
Even when I feel like wanting to die, I'm still here.
My story isn't over. Not yet anyway.

Be back soon!
Lyn x
May 2018 · 288
Lesson Learned #90
Lyn-Purcell May 2018
I will succeed. I will succeed.
Give me time, that's all
I need.
A personal mantra of mine...
May 2018 · 262
Peace of Mind
Lyn-Purcell May 2018
I'm so tired of people
pushing me from
the calm into
their storms
Nor am I
in a
state
where I can
pulling into my
peace. A peace I do not
have. A strength I seem to
lack. A comfort that has left me

⚫⚫
⚫⚫⚫
⚫⚫⚫⚫
⚫⚫⚫⚫⚫
in the dark
⚫⚫⚫⚫⚫
⚫⚫⚫⚫
⚫⚫⚫
⚫⚫


All I want is a haven
away from the
noise of the
world

R U L E D
by discord
In the fingertips of Man
I'm so mentally drained...
Is it too much to ask for stability for once in my life?

Be back soon
Lyn
May 2018 · 444
Guiding Light
Lyn-Purcell May 2018
I beseech thee to hold up the
silvern lantern

Be thy guiding light and
walk with me into
tomorrow
May 2018 · 180
Lesson Learned #89
Lyn-Purcell May 2018
Just as art is music for the eyes,
food is music for the tongue,
body and soul!
Nothing lifts me up like a lazy day in with good food!
May 2018 · 311
Lesson Learned #88
Lyn-Purcell May 2018
Know that hearsay
is only half-lies
Need I say more...?
May 2018 · 781
Lesson Learned #87
Lyn-Purcell May 2018
Good things fall apart which
makes room for the
better.
Something I've learned about relationships - platonic and romantic.
I've had alot of fallouts with 'good' people only to be paired with FAR better ones.
These things do take time. For a long time, I was paranoid about who I can/can't trust (tbh, I still am. It's not something you quickly get over) but hey, I've made better friends in a long run and they sure as hell aren't toxic!

Be back soon!
(A goal of mine is to get my Lessons Learned collection up to 100 at least!)

Lyn x
Lyn-Purcell May 2018
~ ⚪ ⚫ ⚪ ~

This one's for Maya
Monolith of the black voice
much love rest in peace

All life is sacred
I dare not cage the sweet birds
because of their songs

The cage is a veil
Watch bejewelled hands touch and play
the sleek piano

The bird trills in sync
ivory and ebony
now weep of lost dreams

As we humans laugh
eating sweetmeats from rose-bowls
and drink mead from glass

~  ⚫ ⚪ ⚫ ~

Birds look to the sky
How she yearns to ride the wind
soar and touch the sky

But it is a dream
She is caged by luxury
by rich human glee

None dare lift her veil
She eats and sings, it fools them
But her soul it aches

She knows they see her
Broken in all her beauty
Her mistake not theirs

All life is sacred
I dare not cage the sweet birds
because of their songs

~ ⚪ ⚫ ⚪ ~
This series of haikus is dedicated to one of my literary heroes, the late Maya Angelou.

I've often dreamed of being a free bird, wanting to travel to world, but I suppose the most beautiful things live difficult lives. And in day to day life, the word 'free', I find to be illusory...

Be back soon!
Lyn x
May 2018 · 243
Lesson Learned #86
Lyn-Purcell May 2018
Sometimes you don't know how brave
you can be till there is no choice
but to be.
As scary as the world is, we all have to be brave.

it's been ages since I did a Learned Learned poem!
Be back soon!

Lyn x
May 2018 · 254
Tyger
Lyn-Purcell May 2018
Tedious autumn
A weary tiger sleeps on
by the golden pond
Another old haiku.
May 2018 · 335
Whispers
Lyn-Purcell May 2018
Dear ribbons of waterflame,
                       gold, green and blue
                swathes itself around my palms,
                                                            beco­ming
            a ball of radiant waters that floats in
          cupped hands and at the thought of
      love, it buds and curls like a lily's
petal
       and
             the years of hushed times
                  eat at my very soul, nulling
                      deafening me to the music
                             of the mint-dark sky,
                                of the flame-thorn sun
                          of the bone-white stars
                 My feet are kissed by the
            star-studded shores, washing,
       relieving the
  fragments of my shattered
past
I keep the shell of my hope
  shielded
      in my *****, near the heart
        My eyes dancing zultanites
           With my gaze on the horizon
                   rise the clouds of trouble
                    How long will I plan to thrive
                  when I am but a shrinking violet
            cold, iced with scorn
          but
       I am the Mistress of Waterflame
    Daughter of the Mers
and
  Scion of the Dragon Line

     So blood will bend and billow
         like flowers
            So fits the one of the skies and sea
             An expert who delivers in
        the trade of
    death


But the hope in my ***** pulses
      As my bloodlust evulses


                As I dream of the warmth that will soothe my weary
This poem is basically a continuation of my old poem 'Drift'
'Whispers' speaks to me.
It's a statement, a proud affirmation that I'm not ashamed to have my head in the clouds.
For the world is too harsh...
© Whispers by Lyn-Purcell

Be back soon
Lyn x
May 2018 · 277
Content
Lyn-Purcell May 2018
Society now
Judges you by your cover
Not by your content

There is emphasis
Solely on our outer look
Never inner growth

It is further proof
The one who's truly ugly
is society
Society and its need to focus on outer beauty...
May 2018 · 347
Music
Lyn-Purcell May 2018
Music is my soulfood
Music is my daily wine
Though aged, it never loses
its succulent taste.
I don't really listen to nowaday music. Even if I do, it's very few. If the 'music's has crude words, promoting ***, drugs and violence, it's not music to me.

Be back soon

Lyn x
May 2018 · 282
Kiss
Lyn-Purcell May 2018
Long to kiss the lips the shade
of the crimson dawn
This one was actually from some old lyrics I found.
Again most of it was crossed out, save for a few lines.
May 2018 · 1.2k
Sewn
Lyn-Purcell May 2018
Watch as she holds her gold needle
in the half-light
attaching a soul to the blossom's shell
and ensure that their dreams
and their lives don't fade
So their tongues and music
will last forever


Watch as she pulls her golden thread
The petals curl, revealing the beauty of
flush-kissed shoulders within
Sweetened with the fragrance of love
and care
Painted with colours that give our
senses love and rest

Watch as she pokes at the roses
and their thorns sprout
A rose extends their blades
to shield their beauty

Watch as she cuts her gold thread
and it whips around in the wind
As the earth erupts in joyous laughter
far and wide,
flowers adorns all that it touches
From the babbling brooks to fields,
From our parks to the mountain tops

How the Golden Thread can be sewn
and sprout the soul of music,
fragrance and purity.
Wow. This poem I remember writing when I was younger. Most of turbines were scratched out again but I managed to get the words anyway.
This poem I remember was when I was in a seeing class and I was actually seated near a window that had flowers for what looked like miles.

Anyway, be back soon!
Let's see what else I can find in my jungle of a room!

Lyn x
May 2018 · 1.1k
Woodland Pen
Lyn-Purcell May 2018
Mysterious wood
A large, surreal petal sleeps
near my golden pen

Open near woodlands
A beautiful, soft bird sings
under the lotus

Shining afforest
Special aged waters glide on
in spite of the calms
It's so weird going through my journals from a few years ago.
These haikus were scratched out
May 2018 · 399
Wolfsong
Lyn-Purcell May 2018
Blazing aurora
then a little, gold wolf sings
whilst watching the girl
An old haiku that stumbled on while clearing my room.
May 2018 · 220
Pleased
Lyn-Purcell May 2018
There are Men who walk that are hard to please
and it is they that always end up
with nothing.

And there is I, Lyn Purcell, who shares her work,
her daily lyrics and in the end,
I always have HelloPoetry's
loving.
I didn't even notice until I logged into my laptop that I gained 51 followers!
I'm so happy! Thank you very much HelloPoetry!
Lyn x
May 2018 · 268
'To'
Lyn-Purcell May 2018
'To be or not to be'
leaves you to wander
then flee

'Become or not become'
That is the true question.
As much as I love Shakespeare, become or not become should be the true question. For we are put on the crossroads to become greater than who or what you are.

Be back soon!
Lyn x
May 2018 · 214
Lyn-Purcell May 2018
~ °•° ~

See that no day is absent of grace
with many hands making
a burden light

~°•°~
How many of the world's issues could be solved if we all worked together to make it a better place, instead of a rotten one?

Be back soon!
Lyn x
May 2018 · 468
Lyn-Purcell May 2018
In
the case of
being between the
Devil and the deep blue sea
I'd rather see red than have
a blackened
soul
How colours speak their own language...
May 2018 · 394
This Life is Yours to Live
Lyn-Purcell May 2018
How time flies on by
We all share that worry about the future
We all want to live and not just exist
a life many of us share on the
R    E    G   U   L   A   R
I've got many dreams
many broken
many dead
BUT
STILL

THE
TIME
I have here
I need to be sure
it's not wasted in anyway
I don't know if I'll ever love someone
enough to have, to hold, to love and trust
because I don't have that security TO trust a man
with my heart for the rest of my life especially with my
past experiences
WITH MEN

A   N   D
Everyone tells me of the
miracle and spiritual aspect of having children but
that's the FURTHEST thing from my mind.
Right now I have to be selfish
and focus on me and me
alone because there is
so much that I
missed out
on AND

IF I'M
honest,
I want to make up for the time I'll never get back
with the very few I love and trust and care
about in this short strand of life
Though I am grateful to be
given things that I now
have, It's time that
I work on
GIVING

MYSELF
the things I
didn't have and with that
in mind, I'll do all I can to sustain a
happy life of security all the way around
BECAUSE


This life is mine to live.
You only live once. This is a poem from my diary. I wanted to share me just listing what I want from my life. I'm still a child at heart and despite it, I want to experience things that I missed out on, that families today take for granted. I won't lie, I'm hesitant to love as well as being loved in turn, something that I think I'll struggle with for a while.
But hey, life goes on...

I need to give myself that growth because only I can make my own happiness. I'll take one day at a time.
Anyway, I hope people are having a good day.
I'll be back soon!
Lyn x
May 2018 · 1.3k
At the Cost
Lyn-Purcell May 2018
Everyone is entitled to live
and just survive.
Everyone deserves the world
but not at the cost of his soul.
Everyone should be happy with themselves,
not change to please the masses.
Everyone should be proud to stand out
feeling no need to fall in line of conformity.

How is it that when I try live my life
Try to love my life
I always end up saving others
at the cost
of losing myself...?
A poem that's near to how I've feeling for the last few days.
At the cost of all i want, I fear losing who I am.
I've spent most of it trying to make everyone happy.
Now I've learned that I need to be more selfish and focus on me and me alone.

Be back soon
Lyn x
May 2018 · 381
Mask
Lyn-Purcell May 2018
Ah, lies
The habitual disguise
that can get you the prize
till the truth comes to arise
Lies will only ever get you so far in life, but it will always find a way to come back and bite you in the ***. No matter what.

Be back soon!
Lyn x
May 2018 · 382
Wisps
Lyn-Purcell May 2018
Listen to the chorus of the weeping angels.
Listen to the songs that dares to ride the wind.
Just a small poem from my journal based on a lucid dream I had.
May 2018 · 261
H. O. T.
Lyn-Purcell May 2018
The

Hands of  Time

Won't stop for gold

But knows to slow when

longing ebbs and flows


The

Hands of Time

are a rare rare find

But it can blind in

the coin of life


The

Hands of Time

Won't stop, we go

The seasons flow

Dream and destiny bestowed




How I long to hold and stroke the hands of time
Hands of time...
It's all about do and die, life is anyway
So many dreams so little time

Be back soon
Lyn x
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