Molly Marie

23 years old. Dyslexia and dyspraxia. Wanting to do my best in writing

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Molly Marie

23 years old. Dyslexia and dyspraxia. Wanting to do my best in writing

Writings

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Ghost Of A Past

Molly Marie

1 min read

Birds singing. Swift’s soaring above me. Pale golden sunlight! I tilt my head to the sky and smile. The meadow grass gently brushed my knees, as bees and other critters fly around me.

Peaceful in this meadow with bright sunlight. I opened my eyes and scowl. “I want…poppies!” Poppies bright as red apples, appear in the field. Their delicate petals fluttering in an invisible wind.

This is how ...

Fantasy

I Am Getting There

Molly Marie

1 min read

It was like a gust of wind,

Not a gale force,

But a small gust,

The weight lifted from my shoulders,

A sense of peace settling over me,

I was getting there.

I open my eyes,

To a bright meadow,

With wild flowers,

Buzzing bees,

Bright soft sun shine,

My skin gently warms,

A small pulls my lips into a smile,

I stand proud with arms out either side of me,

The pain,

The trauma,

The self loathing,

I...

Poetry

Consume

Molly Marie

1 min read

It came to me like snails come to gardens: ready to consume,

Ooze with slime,

At first, I didn’t notice,

But then slowly over time,

Clothes became to big,

Hip bones stuck out,

But it was my eyes,

The dead look,

No life in them,

It was like I was without a soul,

Trauma is slow,

At least for me,

Trauma consumes everything you are,

Ripping and tearing,

Chewing and munching on body, mind and soul...

Poetry

One Long Night

Molly Marie

1 min read

One long night,

With wind howling,

And frost tapping window panes,

We stayed laying on the bed,

Staring into each others eyes,

With a fire crackling in the fireplace,

I smiled a little,

When your fingers grazed my face,

Or stroked my hair,

One long night,

In the cover of darkness,

And oppressive trees,

With wind nipping at the doors,

I close my eyes,

Letting your fingers trail across my che...

Poetry

Romance

Overhead In The Library

Molly Marie

1 min read

Peacefulness and blissful ness,

That is what a library is.

Calmness.

You never feel alone in a library.

Out of place.

A misfit.

You are simply just there.

Books,

Pages,

Ink,

Words,

All there to comfort you,

It makes you wonder,

When you hold a book,

Who held the book within your grasp,

Did they laugh and cry?

Or did they simply just put it back on the shelf?

Books may have the written stories...

Poetry

Auras

Molly Marie

1 min read

She was everything, Archer wanted. Kind. Compassionate. Every sense was open to her but, his heart as well.

She turned to him with a smile. Her eyes crinkled as she beckons him over. He can’t help but smile to her. The small creature in front of him- he loved.

It was just nerving seeing her aura and all the colours she had when in a particular mood. He never knew he had this ability! But her...

YA fiction

Romance

Flags

Molly Marie

1 min read

Pride,

Flags bellowing in the air,

People together as one,

The sound of the marching,

Music to my soul and heart,

Another flag roses,

I cannot stop the grin from exploding across my lips,

I am finally home,

Finally with people who do not judge me,

So I lift my flag up,

And grin proudly to the world....

Poetry

Doers

Molly Marie

1 min read

Night is when people come alive,

Streets of cities full of theatre goers,

Night clubs,

Pounding music,

Crippling heels and bushes chatters,

But night holds secrets,

That is why people are worried but also love it,

Night is when the day is at bay,

When duties are gone,

Night is when ambition shines,

When carelessness roars to life,

Night is when all troubles are gone,

Alcohol drowns the mind i...

Poetry

Crime, mystery & thriller

Ten Years

Molly Marie

1 min read

What do I see when I look to the future?

Is it bright?

Or is dark and clouded in inky black waves?

There was a time,

When I couldn’t see me living past eighteen,

That I had no future or dreams,

What he did,

Ripped a whole in the fabric of me,

But now,

I see myself in ten years dancing and having fun,

Maybe married,

No kids,

A nice house and a lot of cats,

A husband or wife who likes me for me,...

Poetry

Mugs

Molly Marie

1 min read

I sit in the cold cafe,

Fingers wrapped a mug of spiced coffee,

I see a sea of strangers,

Stretched before me,

All talking and bent close to each other,

What secrets do they have?

Is one a thief?

Is one a murderer?

Who sits next to me at the round table?

Does he have a dirty and ask sordid secret?

I put my head down,

Trying to not analyse,

I can hear the ringing starting in my ears,

The thump ...

Romance

Poetry