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Kavya Mukhija Sep 23
She is made up of scars,
Hidden with the skin of elegance,
She is a captive,
To others' perception of her own fallacies.
She is made up of bruises,
Knitted with the yarn of invasion,
Her eyes reflect the burning agony,
She is the flowing torrent.
She is made up of blemishes,
Concealed with layers of optimism,
She is made up of bewitching beauty;
A crude exposure.
She is an enticing amalgamation of-
Rain and blizzard,
Oceans and waterfalls,
Breeze and vacuum,
She is a world of paradoxes,
Sealed with an air of rigidity.

- Kavya Mukhija
Lyn-Purcell Sep 16


-
The thoughts of morrow
have me feeling fearful,
insecure...
The beginning of a new
day and chapter of my life.
Instead of plucking petals,
I hold onto each one, for they
protect the stem of my heart.
Let them burn alive with all
of your blessings and keep
me strong.
For I am fighting and facing
my demons.
It is time that I accept that I have
all the tools I need...
I will fight.
-


Tomorrow's the first day of my 10 week course.
Wish me luck and keep me strong guys!
Love you so much!
Thank you for 227 followers,
You are all stars!
Stay blessed!
I wish you all a good night!
Lyn xxx
Sehar Bajwa Sep 4
1  But i'm just so done
8  With life. I can't wait
0  around to be some hero.
0  I'd rather be a photo
2  On the mantelpiece. Too
7   Scared to even
3   Try and hope to be
8  better. i won't be great
2  someday. Nothing i can do
5  to help me survive
5  hell why am i even alive..
No I am not suicidal. I am just here to say I understand.
I never met a person who makes it a life mission to grow random seeds but not tend to them and then complain about the harvest they reaped.

I never met a person who has more wealth than man has ever known but spends it feverishly without giving one cent to those who only know money as an unknown.  

I never met a person who could speak so many sweet things in many different tongues, yet when asked a single question about who they love—suddenly their words go numb.

I never met a person—wait, maybe I have
Nika J Aug 9
You can do so much, yet choose to be brittle
When your heart yearns more, instead, you do little
Never fully expanding your soul, to take on great things you know
And the only thing holding you back is yourself
Take a mountain, force it small... it becomes a hill
But unleash the lock to its heart and it beats with will
Looking low while the sky is up in blue
For only seeing what's below
Not what's infront of you.
Raise your head up high everyone! And stop holding yourself back.
Anneli Jul 24
I love how my voice feels
after being gone
for so long

but
it also makes me sad to realise
I haven't heard its strength,
not since I met you
Yip Wayne Jul 24
She reminded me of a flower,
Her gentle tone as soothing as wind chimes,
Her silent hidden thoughts makes me wonder,
If her reality was one she had hoped for,
Her smile resembles the colours of the roses,
Colours that leave many to ponder,
At her happiest, she blossoms in a graceful pink,
Her gentleness and warmth glows in bright peach,
She bears no burden for those she cares for,
The strongest trait that makes her so beautiful,
A soothing ember as red as a crimson rose,
One that could keep you staring for hours and hours to go
The longer I see, the more I know,
That deep down inside, the colours are shedding,
A story untold that mires in the hollow,
In time, the colours of the wind shall change,
And she'll bloom once again,
One day in the summer rain.


Dedicated to my special twin.
I’m not tissue paper,
Despite what you think.
I might crumble,
But I won’t break.

Won’t fly away
In gentle wind,
I won’t dissolve
When the rain hits my skin.

Steadfast through
The hurricanes,
So do what you will,
But here I’ll stay.

I swear I’m stronger than you think,
Might be weighed down, but I’ll never sink.
sara Jul 8
I don't have the time of day
to beg for pardon 'til you stay,
to get down on my knees and pray;
for it to rain, just all the same.

I don't have the trust in you.
You choose comfort, I choose new.
You'll hear it once, you swear it true:
the sky rains black; you're sure it's blue.

It's just like paint, a blood-red heart,
a colour sample on a chart;
I'll build an abstract sculpture, craft
it carefully and call it art.

Then, I'll sell all that I create
and save enough to walk away,
whilst you're left dripping wet with rain.
Whatever made you think I'd wait?
Sorry, but why do people leave then try to come back into your life as if time froze when they left ¿¿¿¿¿
Lyn-Purcell Jul 2
Let us empower and never
denounce
Love is a powerful thing. let us use it to heal and make the world a better place!
Respect all people of all races for we are all the human.
Lyn xxx
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