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  Jan 6 Lynnia
Willow
Let go
what does that truly mean?
are we to fall to our deaths
or go on with our lives

how does one truly,
let go
are you to forget everything
or simple pretend you no longer care

let go
two words
so simple
but the action is so hard
What's better to let go with the chance of losing everything, or to hold on even when it hurts you more?
  Jan 6 Lynnia
Wanderer
Artists are often
broken people
using the fragments of themselves
to create something new
and although
being healed
feels so complete
sometimes i want to be broken again
sometimes i want open wounds
so i can use the blood
to paint sunsets
so i can use the torn off pieces of skin as a canvas
so i can carve
masterpieces with the jagged bones left behind
but I can't bring myself to break my own heart in the name of Art
  Dec 2018 Lynnia
Eleanor Sinclair
Your eyes are like the ocean
Your words are like the sea
I can't help but fall in love with you
As your waves wash over me
Lynnia Dec 2018
I can’t do this anymore
Walk away and shut that door
Constriction’s my conviction, I’m on a stage
Act the part and turn the page
Too stuck, under fumbling fingers I lay
Eyes to heaven, loudly pray
Send me an angel, send me a line
Grasping the truth, not another “I’m fine”
So I shrink away; I hide in fear
My shadow sheds her silver tears
I bleed these words on my bedroom floor,
For I can’t do this anymore.
  Dec 2018 Lynnia
Lᴇ
ⁱ ᵐⁱˢˢ ʸᵒᵘ
ⁱ ᵐⁱˢˢ ʸᵒᵘ
ᵗᵒᵒ

ᴵ'ᵛᵉ ⁿᵒᵗ ˡᵉᵃʳⁿᵉᵈ ᵃⁿʸᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ ⁿᵉʷ
ᶜᵒᵐᵉ
ˡᵒᵒᵏ
ᵃⁿᵈ ˢᵉᵉ

ⁱᵗ'ˢ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵃᵐᵉ
ʷⁱᵗʰᵒᵘᵗ
ʸᵒᵘ

ʸᵒᵘ ˡᵉᶠᵗ ᵃⁿ ᵉᵐᵖᵗʸ
ᵖʳᵉˢᵉⁿᶜᵉ

ᵗᵉᵃᶜʰ ᵐᵉ ʰᵒʷ ᵗᵒ ᵈʳᵃʷ
ᴵ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ⁿᵒᵗ ˡᵉᵃʳⁿᵉᵈ

ᴵ ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ʷᵃⁿᵗ ᵗᵒ ᶠⁱⁿⁱˢʰ
ᵗʰᵉ ʸᵉᵃʳ ʷⁱᵗʰᵒᵘᵗ ʸᵒᵘ

ʷⁱˡˡ ᴵ ᵐᵃᵏᵉ ⁱᵗ
ᵗⁱˡˡ ˢᵖʳⁱⁿᵍ

ʷⁱˡˡ ᴵ ˢᵉᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗʳᵉᵉ ᵇˡᵒᵒᵐ

I only look forward to seeing the man on the moon
He is
more than a cold December day
He is
more than the 18th
Lynnia Dec 2018
Blazing life sets my soul on fire
All white clouds and green meadows
I can’t help but stare now
I haven’t a care now
And darling, we can breathe, finally
Set myself lose, run me dizzy
Let me live and let me die
Here I stay, forget me not
While I grasp tightly to this sweet lie.
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