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Lyn-Purcell Jul 2018
Looking at paintings
Forgotten and sweet goodbyes
Hands reach but don't meet
*sigh*
Lyn
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 ***
Lyn-Purcell Jun 2018
I walk with lost hope
Hugs and love forgotten fast
Flowers wave troubled
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
Lyn-Purcell Aug 2017
There's something so magnetic about the colour grey.
  It's neither dark nor light.
Not evil or good.
It's a calm colour of silence.
And it's comforting too.
It's easy for me to float in gray clouds.
Lay in grey sheets.
Even talk to the stone graves.
Despite the ugliness in the world, there are still splashes of love and wonder around.
But as the sands run by, I feel weaker and I just want to stay put
in silence.
The brilliance of white permeates through every corner though the world itself is stripped of it day by day.
The shadows of blackness wrap around us from time to time. It can be easy to succumb and surrender.
I'm so tired, so drained.
I just want to sleep and stay lost in the grey...
I'm trying so hard to stay awake but I'm physically mentally and emotionally drained to the point where I want to sleep it away for eternity
Lyn-Purcell Jun 2018
From the seas to skies
Sun's core shines bright from centre
Watery chaos
I think I've said I'm a big fan of mythology before. This is based on Egyptian mythology of the Lotus flower!
Been a very long day so I promise more poems will come tomorrow, lanterns, sijos, haikus and more!
Have a good night everyone
Lyn ***
Lyn-Purcell Aug 2018
~ ♡ ~
It's pleasure
~ ♡ ~
It's  pain
~ ♡ ~
It's  joy
~ ♡ ~
It's disquiet
~ ♡ ~
It's an antidote
~ ♡ ~
It's poison
~ ♡ ~
It's soundness
~ ♡ ~
It's madness
~ ♡ ~
It's a blessing
~ ♡ ~
It's a curse
~ ♡ ~
It's a haven
~ ♡ ~
It's a battle
~ ♡ ~
But above all,
Real love, true love
is sacrifice
~ ♡ ~
Love has so many pros and cons, it does good and it harms.
Nowadays love, real love, is not valued when people make sacrifices for others...
Makes me kinda sad. I know no man is perfect, at some point we all take advantage. We all have our ungrateful moments. But now, I see the important of love and how it's not only about giving, it's also about giving something up; size is irrelevant.
Appreciate what your loved ones do for you.
Appreciate what they give up for you.
Be back soon!
Lyn ***
Lyn-Purcell Jul 2017
We all deserve to have
a love we never have
to question...
An extract from my journal. We all deserve to find everlasting love. But unfortunately we live in a shallow world  where we abuse and misuse words...
Lyn-Purcell Oct 2017
I think it's relevant to say
that Fire's a jealous element.
Think about what we associate fire with.

Passion.
Anger.
Hatred.
Love.
Lust.
Excitement.

All of which make us human and gives us
our daily fuel.
Fire is never as steady as water.
Fire can grow like earth but left unattended,
it will grow wild in its freedom
encasing all with singeing kisses...

Licking, eating....****** all that is
green with the touch of red.
Leaving nothing but black blankets
and smoky embers in the air.

Fire is much like a jealous lover.
Enraged that it can never be still
or freely grow without the manipulating
hands of man.
One kiss of freedom claws at the life around.
No different from us when we're pushed to
our limits.

When we met someone we like, there is a spark.
That spark becomes a flame when we fall in love.
And when life comes and hits us, it can become
wild.
And in that wildness, we lose our sense of self.



Fire is not a gentle master
Within our hearts and on the palm of our hands.
Nor is it, nor will it ever be
a gentle lover.
I've always been fascinated by fire. I wrote this while watching my aromatherapy burn.
Lyn-Purcell Jun 2018
♡      
       I
          respect
           myself   to
             be able      to
           walk

To              
live, you              
must learn how          
to FLY - First Love            
You              

I'm                          ­                  
all for                                          
aiding the                                          
self - love, respect                                        
worth                                          

No                                                             ­             
longer                                             ­                             
will I prove                                                            ­                
myself to any                                                              ­            
one                                                             ­               

The                          
focus                          
is  only                          
proving that I                          
can                          

         I
              hold dear
           qualities
                valued more  than
                money

                               ­                              Love
                                                            ­respect
                                                         ­    self-esteem
                                                     ­         belief, kindness
                                                        ­      trust

             I  
              respect  
              myself  to  
             ­  be able      to
                walk  

I                      
spread my                      
wings  to  fly                      
alo­ne    and     yet                      
free                    

Sweet                                                            ­                  
lantern                                       ­                                     
I   ask   you                                                              ­              
to keep moving                                                           ­               
up                                                              ­            
So
put up
your proud flag
     Let       it      proudly
wave

     ♡
Some sweet words from me to you.
If anyone's in need of some words of self-love, I hope these help.
I too am on that journey of self-growth, love and respect when I was feeling like I was going to self-destruct. I'm starting to make peace with myself, slowly but steadily.
I'm a young girl with an old soul who loves and treasures cheap thrills.
Like going to the parks, sitting by the pond, lay under the trees...
Things that people take for granted.
You need to FLY - First, love YOU!
Much love, guys.
Be back soon!
Lyn ***
Lyn-Purcell Jun 2018
Rosy mists breaks skies
Dawn is painting the new day
Periwinkles sway

Smooth, glassy ponds
Sunrise flares sweet spokes of light
Noble groves of trees

Koi fish glide smoothly
Glimmer through seaweed like pearls
Their eyes shine with joy

A tree dew drop falls
Kiss the pool and forms dimples
Near to far rose shades
Had a trip to a park today. For once, the sun was shining, the sky was clear and the breeze was perfect. I sat at the top of the hill, closed my eyes and just imagined a quiet place in mind. So here it is!

Been a while since I wrote a classic haiku.
This was so lucid, it's kinda scary. Man, I really AM getting better at this! ^-^
*Lyn pats herself on the back*
Thank God for zen music!
Hope you like it and feel as tranquil as I did.

Be back soon!
Lyn ***
Lyn-Purcell Jul 2018
Let                              
me live                              
knowing that                              
people were touched                              
by                              
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                       have a one
                         request for you
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When                          
my time                          
comes, please don't                    
mourn     me   out     of                      
guilt                          
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Let                    
us all                    
enjoy life                  
together as                  
one                
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Lynterns! Lynterns everywhere! ^.^
I really LOVE this poem format! So much fun to do!
But this is something close to home. I'm well aware that tomorrow is not promised to anyone. Sad but it's the truth. But I want to live, and grow and evolve knowing that I'm living the best way I can. I want to know that my work has touched people even if it's not alot of people.
Most of all, I wanted to thank the people who have supported me.
It's gotten me here, and now I am believing in my craft as a wordsmith.
I'm grateful to you all.
Thank you so much!
Be back soon!
Lyn ***
Lyn-Purcell Sep 2018


Politics indeed is the art of compromise:
the compromise of integrity, that is.


Precisely why I try to ignore politics overall.
Lyn ***
Lyn-Purcell Jul 2018
Let
the  sheer
genius          of
your talent speak
loud
      ♡
           l
                   e
                        t
                         ♡
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                  t
          ♡
    s
p  
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a      
k  
    ♡
         v
             o
               l
            u
          m
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s
Even if the world hates on you, there will always be those who will see the genius of your talent.
Always ♡
Been a while since I did a Lantern poem, so I wanted to do something simple.
I can feel a headache coming on.
Thanks guys, be back soon!
Lyn ***
Lyn-Purcell Aug 2018
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Slim, flavoured meringue cookies
Smooth top, chewy mid
Petite, but perfectly round
Filled with buttercream
Ribbon-soft in mouth
Take two bites
Yum!
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Third Epulaeryu for the day on Macarons!
Love these! They're a guilty pleasure! ^-^
Lyn ***
Lyn-Purcell Jul 2020

Shy black-eyed beauty
Star upon the mountain peak
Nurse coming herald


New day, new haiku!
Much like the Muses, now I'm doing the Pleiades, aka the Seven Sisters!
Maia is the eldest of her sisters, she was known for being shy as well as being the mother of Hermes, to which the last line alludes to, haha!
I wanted to play around with these facts in mind as always!
Anyway, thank you all for 373 followers! I'm humbled and grateful for the support 🙏🌹💜
Here's the link for the growing collection:
https://hellopoetry.com/collection/132853/the-women-of-myth/
Be back tomorrow with another one!
Much love,
Lyn 💜
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
Lyn-Purcell Oct 2018
~ ⚪♫⚪ ~
Part 1: https://hellopoetry.com/poem/2710367/i/
Part 2: https://hellopoetry.com/poem/2710419/ii/
Part 3: https://hellopoetry.com/poem/2711675/iii/
Part 4: https://hellopoetry.com/poem/2713444/iv/
Part 5: https://hellopoetry.com/poem/2713448/v/

~ ⚪♫⚪ ~
Part 6: https://hellopoetry.com/poem/2714709/vi/
Part 7: https://hellopoetry.com/poem/2714790/vii/
Part 8: https://hellopoetry.com/poem/2714797/viii/
Part 9: https://hellopoetry.com/poem/2714823/ix/
Part 10: https://hellopoetry.com/poem/2714873/x/

~ ⚪♫⚪ ~
Part 11: https://hellopoetry.com/poem/2724124/xi/
Part 12: https://hellopoetry.com/poem/2724126/xii/
Part 13: https://hellopoetry.com/poem/2727389/xiii/
Part 14: https://hellopoetry.com/poem/2727395/xiv/
Part 15: https://hellopoetry.com/poem/2739513/xv/

~ ⚪♫⚪ ~
Part 16: https://hellopoetry.com/poem/2739514/xvi/
Part 17: https://hellopoetry.com/poem/2739516/xvii/
Part 18: https://hellopoetry.com/poem/2739519/xviii/
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 ***
Lyn-Purcell Sep 2018


Here I am
but
am I here


Short poem! ^-^
I'm so psyched to see Winter's Queen trending, thank you so much!
I'll be back later with another free-verse!
Much love,
Lyn ***
Lyn-Purcell Aug 2018
Imagine living a scripted life,
perfect image, born and
paid
Stress.
Lyn-Purcell Jun 2020
Don't let fears of the yonder
wreck your
future.
Keep moving forward to the best of your ability. You may not be moving as fast as you want but give yourself the credit that you're still moving regardless...
Much love,
Lyn 💜
Lyn-Purcell Dec 2017
The human tongue
is as venomous
as a cobra's
kiss.

                                                         ­                            Don't abandon the
                                                                ­                             herbs once the
                                                                ­                                       pain has
                                                                ­                                           passed


Let the hand wield
and the mouth
chew on and
on




                                                      ­                              For with that hand,
                                                                ­                              writing peace
                                                           ­                                       is one thing
                                                                ­                                     to treasure
Lyn-Purcell Jul 2018
Listen to the rain
Unlocking my heart's treasure
I make the bowl sing

Music calms the soul
Drastic changes to be made
Answered by whispers

The noise is now still
My focus is on the sound
Eyes open, born new
Zen music is my soul food.
No ****** lyrics that promotes ***, drugs and vice.
Just pure relaxing music. TRUE music. Not the garbage of this day and age.
Lyn-Purcell Jun 2020

Defiled by water
Songs of wisdom brought such joy
Shadows weep and hiss


Haiku for the day!
Based off the myth of Medusa...
My research for my new collection is nearing completion and I'm so syked to share it! ^-^
Much love,
Lyn 💜
Lyn-Purcell Jun 2018
Tomorrow is a new day unwritten

The next page of           my           own book of life

As I hold up my ink pen,                            you meet me there?

At the midpoint betwixt                  lumen days and umbra nights

As the world is itself,                                 made of evenfall rides into

the veil of grey.                                         Let the songs sing high,

and sorrow sing                                         low but be so sweet

that I'll feel                                           you in my soul

I await you on                                       the  bridge,

Kissing-sweet                                so come
  
and meet me                          there
This poem is based on a dream I had.
I guess reading a romance fanfic of one of my OTPs before bed paid off!
Thanks everyone so much for the kindness and the support!

Be back soon!
Lyn ***
Lyn-Purcell Aug 2020

Scream, her claws are sharp
Oathbreaker, she is justice
For your eyes wandered


New day, new haiku!
Still focusing on the Furies and feeling much better today too! This haiku is for Megaera, know as The Jealous. I believe that is the case because as one of the Goddesses of Vengeance, she punishes oathbreakers.

Anyone who has broken any sort of oaths as well as punishing infidelity, especially martial infidelity. I always believed she is known as the jealous because she embodies the rage of a loyal partner who was scorned by their lover due to their infidelity. So poetically ironic in my opinion.

So this haiku was written with her voice in mind, in why she is exacting justice as well as a good partner's vengeance.
One curious fact is that her own parentage has been called into questions as some say that she was the daughter of Erebus and Nyx and not born from the blood of a castrated Uranus.

Anyway, thank you all for growing followers, I'm forever humbled and grateful for the support 🙏🌹💜
Here's the link for the growing collection:
https://hellopoetry.com/collection/132853/the-women-of-myth/
Be back tomorrow with another one!
Much love,
Lyn 💜
Lyn-Purcell Aug 2018


My love,
I do not know if you will see this letter, lest
you do not wish for my words to taint your holy eyes.
But I must bear to you my inner most heart.
I humbly beseech to Your Majesty that I be
not condemned without answer or reason.
You said that you will not glide through
the seasons without your sacred flowering
plum in hand, heart and mind, and yet,
I have now been left at the foot of
a stark tree in the heart of Winter,
confined in your palace without your
summer heart which it too much for me to bear.

I crave to have one word...
If not, then one last glance of you.
I had been cursed to not be able to carry
nor birth your seed, but the love we shared
is more than enough to give my life meaning.
I care not of promotions, of being your Worthy
Consort, of being your Phoenix.
I care only of being a loyal wife to you.
My heart is so hollow that every kiss,
loving word, happy moments have
come back to form a single goodbye...
The grief has ripped you from me,
leaving me with a guilt and fear heavier
than any mountain.
Please, do not leave your flowering plum,
to wither for with this snowstorm,
I will not be able to raise again.
Not without you...
My pain has been wrapped for you,
and is presented in the form of a letter,
and I am aware that I am a mere spider
walking on a silk thread.
I just want to hear from to you, one
last times...
My arm rests by the blade made
sharp by stroking a stone.

                        Your fading plum,
                                       Meihua


Somewhat of the continuation of my poem,'The Screen'.
Thank you so much for 200 followers! ^-^
Lyn ***
Lyn-Purcell Jul 2020

Honey-kisssed curls dance
Calm, she whistles while she works
Nectar on her lips


This haiku is dedicated to Melissa, the Goddess of Honey.

Another goddess who I adore even though there isn't much about her either. Anytime I see bees, I like to think that its Melissa calling them as their Queen, haha! I always love to live in a world of make believe.
Thank you so so much for 368, followers, that's honestly amazing!🙏🌹💜
Here's the link for the growing collection:
https://hellopoetry.com/collection/132853/the-women-of-myth/
Be back tomorrow with another one!
Much love,
Lyn 💜
Lyn-Purcell Jul 2020

Perched on sorrow's edge
Love, hate, pain are twinned and twined
Beauty behind tears


This haiku is dedicated to the muse, Melpomene.
There's a strange beauty in tragedy, as much as there are many lessons also...
Here's the link for the growing collection:
https://hellopoetry.com/collection/132853/the-women-of-myth/
Much love,
Lyn 💜
Lyn-Purcell Sep 2018


Always haunts the edge of my mind
Crossing the edges of my limited time
Run for light's sliver, run to be free
For I will find peace in escaping your
memory


Lyn-Purcell Aug 2018
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Golden, crisp, buttery base              
cups the lemon curd,                      
creamy, zesty-sweet and rich            
silken on my tongue                        
Fluffy flower-crown                        
tips soft-brown                        
Hmm!                          ­                    
╰⊰✿⊱╮
Gonna have a whole collection dedicated to food and treats! ^-^
This format is called the 'Epulaeryu' - A poem about gorgeous food! It consists of seven lines with a total of 33 syllables. The form is 7/5/7/5/5/3/1.
My mom treated me and my sister to some cakes in a lovely Bistro not far from us a few days ago. I'm a lover of lemon cakes but they didn't have any - only lemon meringue tarts which I agreed to try with some Jasmine Tea ;)
Man, they were both delicious!
And the music took me to a small Parisian cafe!
Be back soon!
Lyn ***
Lyn-Purcell Aug 2020

Autumn curls whipped by wind
Her light faint and stained by shame
Tears run down rose cheeks


New day, new haiku!
And here is the last of the Seven Sisters! ^^
This haiku is for Merope. She is known as the lost Pleiad.
There are many variations of her myth but the one I am aware of is that out of her sisters, she was the only one to have had lusted and had was intimate with a mortal. Hence why her light is 'faint and stained by shame' compared to her sisters. So I was hoping to capture her insecurity in this haiku.
Let me know what you think!
Anyway, thank you all for growing followers, I'm forever humbled and grateful for the support🙏🌹💜
Here's the link for the growing collection:
https://hellopoetry.com/collection/132853/the-women-of-myth/
Be back tomorrow with another one!
Much love,
Lyn 💜
Lyn-Purcell Aug 2018
The same dreams that have sustained you
could be the same ones to
end you.
Not everything that glitters is gold.
Be careful what you dream of, it may come true.
Lyn ***
Lyn-Purcell Jun 2020
The sun strokes my cheeks
The winds blows bird songs to me
Day of birth has come
Hard to believe that I have made it to 25 years of age!
I have been blessed with another year and now, some changes will be made.
Thank you so so much for 334 followers, it's honestly crazy for me to believe!
Stay safe and well everyone 💜
Much love
Lyn 💜
Lyn-Purcell Sep 2018
The mind is throbbing
Thoughts and doubts, screaming loudly
Blurring my vision
Sorry guys!
I'm definitely going to finish the final freeverse today.
My headaches have returned with a vengeance and its hard for me to both rest and write, but I'm not letting it stop me.
The last freeverse will be up today and then I'll put it in a collection later!
Thank you so much for 214 followers and for your patience!
Much love!
Lyn ***
Lyn-Purcell Jun 2018
Fog shrouds my body
Inside my mind, diverse worlds
Each vibrant and loud
Too many ideas for too many worlds all speaking at once!
Each are vibrant, alive with potential and so disruptive!
The stresses of being a writer...
Lyn ***
Lyn-Purcell Jun 2018
My mind seems to float
in shadows of rising mist
Mysteries of time
I think I think too much...
Be back soon
Lyn ***
Lyn-Purcell Jul 2020

Under the shade of Summer's pagoda,
are mirages of our myths
The warmth of our loyalty stays
all winters of the heart
as our memories produce
the purest of snow silks...


💜
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 Sep 2017
Snow falls
Winds blows
Storms howls
Spring sings
Kids laugh
Girls dance
Flame grows
Meat cooks
Air smells
Men foul
Cars pass
Bus growls
Dogs bark
Cats yowl
Eyes close
Ears hears
Songs play
I sigh
I hold
I read
Based on what I've done today and what I seen on my walk around
Lyn-Purcell Jan 2021

The wistful beauty
thrives with her mask of legend
Touched by tragedy


Small haiku from my journal. 💜🌹
I feel a bit better today. I find myself reading more and more about the legendary Marilyn Monroe. Shes such a captivating figure.
The one thing I truly admire about her is her strength.
She moved and soldiered ahead even with all that happened to her.
Like the rest of us, she too had her fair share of triumphs and tragedies.
But I must say, her mask of Marilyn is so potent. Marilyn is whom we love yet its Norma Jean who's always left behind. In the shadow of a mask she created. To live up to that image of being a goddess must have been so difficult. I have an inordinate amount of respect for her.
I hope she is resting in peace.
Sweet Norma, I'll always keep a good thought for you
I've ordered another Marilyn book which should be here too, I look forward to reading it. Stay safe everyone!
Much love!
Lyn ***
Lyn-Purcell Jul 2018
Moon shines in silence
Turn my face towards the stars
Insects fly eager
Eyes on my garden again!
Lyn ***
Lyn-Purcell Mar 2018
I watch the Moontree bloom in the meadow.

A hybrid of black oak and gray maple

entwined at the root, bark, leaf and branch.

It's silven flowerheads whispering to me golden lies.

You somehow grow on a ****** white sands

that bares no fruit nor olive nor stream

And yet you grow and grow and grow and grow

to reach the azuline veil above.

And yet in this cold night, you give me comfort

for all the time past and the years to come.
I discovered this old poem I wrote in a school publication.
I always did the moon as a beautiful flowerhead...
© 'Moontree' by Lyn-Purcell.
All rights reserved.
Lyn-Purcell Jul 2018
You don't have morals
'cause you seek validation
Is that important?
I hate people who chose validation over morals.
NOTHING is more important than your morals, especially not having the validation of others.
Is nothing sacred anymore?
Lyn-Purcell Jun 2018
Sun shines bright at dawn
White sheets slips, **** skin rise
We embrace content
Y'all seem to really fan the flames of my inner romantic, lol!
Another day, another haiku!
Head's still thumping but it's not as bad as yesterday.
Thank you!
Be back soon!
Lyn ***
Lyn-Purcell Jun 2018
I'm                                                      
no saint                                                      
never­ was                                                    
never will be                                                      
so      ­                                              

I                      
will make                      
your mind see                      
a scarred mortal                      
heart                    

I
fell for
a     baleful
halo disguised
white

                                        And
                                         because
                                         of       it      my
                                          heart has paid the
                                          price


I
given
trust to be
paid with several
knives

      All                                                   
  are dealt                                              
unlike hands                                              
and to play life's                                              
game        ­                                        

Why                    ­                                                                 ­       
should I                                                                                         
b­e judged for                                                              ­                          
every fault and                                                              ­                          
flaw                                                                                         

Flaws                  
make me                  
beautiful                  
I'm human like                
you                

                  Now
                    people
                     have worsen
                   making  hating
                      cool

                      ­                                              Time
              ­                                                       from my
                                                                        childhood was
                                                             ­         stolen    from   my
                                                              ­          life

I
only
want to find
my own way in
peace

I                                                       
hate you                                                     
perfection                                   ­                  
It's used way too                                                  
much                                                   

It's                                                                                             
also                                                                                              
expected­                                                                                               
from everyone                                                                                           
here                                                                                           

My      ­    
love for          
words and myth          
burns bright in my        
soul          

                               I
                              have lied
                              I have judged
                               I  make  mistakes
                            so

                                                             ­                    Why
                                                           ­                      condemn
                                                         ­                       me  because
                              ­                                                  I   am   honest
                                                         ­                          look

         I've
         got my
              share of chips
             and cracks on my
          skin

Don't                              
make me                              
some target                              
on      media's                            
wall                              

I'm                                                            ­                  
alive                                                           ­                   
Living art                                                              ­            
now broken and                                                              ­          
scared                                                          ­                

But      
God sees    
and for all    
I have done    
He    

                                will
                                deal with
                                me in time
                                  The way He sees
                                  fit

These              
L­anterns              
my lanterns              
will adorn the              
sky              

With                                                        
my truth                                                        
I am fraught                                                         
with flaws and I'm                                                          
pro­ud                                                         


   ­       Now            
          lanterns            
take a piece
of my heart and
burn

                                             Rise
                                            to the
                                             endless sky
                                               and take my soul
                                              home
These Lanterns poem are really close to home...
Consider them like a continuation of my poem 'Naturally'.
I can't act like I'm perfect all the time. Needless to say that society's obsession with perfection has worsened. It feels like an image one will forever to forced to strive for but never reach. To be honest, being perfect all the time only makes people more excited for your fall from grace.
What I mean by people 'making hating cool' is that people enjoy jumping on the hate bandwagon when someone (e.g. a celebrity) does something they don't like, says something they don't like, or makes a mistake. In most cases, it's unnecessary. It's sad it happens...

The divine light that these lanterns have comes from a really emotional and insecure place in my heart. A treasure that I want you to see. I'm young, I've made my share of mistakes. Who hasn't? I've got a past. But I shouldnt be pressure to feel guilt for ******* up in life sometimes.
These words are from a 22 (23 tomorrow) year old who even though she acts like shes got it all covered, she's terrified of life as a whole. Fraught with her own personal issues and demons. But I'm still here for a reason.
There have been days where I wanted to end it all but I didn't.
Because deep down, I know. I couldn't deny myself a chance in life.
A chance to finally have some stability and to be happy. A chance to truly find myself and embrace who I am.
Something that I'm honestly still learning to do.
I hope people here who are going through this understand where I'm coming from.

I'm me, Lyn Purcell and there's nowhere and nothing I'd rather be.
Thanks so much for 88 followers. For me it's insane!
No words can express how I feel but you have my gratitude!
Really!

More Lanterns are coming as well as Sijos.
So, have a lovely day/night and be back soon!
Lyn ***
Lyn-Purcell Aug 2018
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Dessert of decadent dreams
Light, rich and creamy
Chocolates that melt in your mouth
Dark chocolate first
Then milk choc, then white
Whip cream crown
Serve!
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Fiftheenth Epulaeryu! ^-^
Ok, I'm more of a vanilla person, but **** WAS THIS MOUSSE AMAZING!
I loved how it was layered, and then it had both a whipped cream topping with grated chocolate. DELECTABLE!
I'm usually one who can't have too much of something or I'll get sick (got a real sensitive stomach) but this mousse? Best I've had in years!
Got more sugary goodness coming! Y'all are gonna be gaining weight with me lool!
Lyn ***
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
Lyn-Purcell Jul 2017
I cared way too much
I chose to be heartless now
Using my heart less
Another haiku in my journal. Based on my current emotions.
Lyn-Purcell Jul 2018
My life as a poet is no different
from all the poets that came before
me.

Both the creative and the critic
I am honest as well as cryptic
But I do want to leave a meaningful
message.

My life as a poet has helped me
connect with beautiful people
who thrive and share their work
from all over this world.

It's funny how many bridges have
now formed, fuelling my belief in
my talent.

The skies are brighter, the clouds are cleaner
and I am evolving with a power that
is confident yet humble.

The pen indeed is a mighty weapon.
It has been my sword and my shield
In the light, it brought me to
And in the light, I will always stay.

The power to break and bear my
soul has been a curse and a gift
But I am grateful because I can
see who I am.

Dissect my self
Dissect my soul
Dissect my mind
Dissect my heart

There are myriads of bridges within
I have yet to cross.
Most bridges are long.
Many deadends.
But hey, I'm mortal.

The fact that I connect with
many lives on this Earth with
my craft, means so much
because we grow together.

My life as a poet continues
to serve me well.
This one is for you guys.
I wanted to thank you all for helping me here.
The fact that people follow and support me means the absolute world.
I never thought my page would grow and now...
to receive lovely messages both publicly and privately really makes me believe that this world is not so miserable.
To all my fellow Wordsmiths on HP,
thank you and never stop evolving.
Let us share the love of words with this world
and continue to connect with many souls ^-^
Love you guys always!
Be back soon!
Lyn ***
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