𝐿𝒾𝓃𝒹𝓈𝒶𝓎𝑀𝒶𝓇𝒾𝑒 𝐿

I just started writing and I’m Looking for any advice please :)

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𝐿𝒾𝓃𝒹𝓈𝒶𝓎𝑀𝒶𝓇𝒾𝑒 𝐿

I just started writing and I’m Looking for any advice please :)

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Stuffed Animal

𝐿𝒾𝓃𝒹𝓈𝒶𝓎𝑀𝒶𝓇𝒾𝑒 𝐿

1 min read

The plush embrace fills the air,

Its softness comforting,

My cute little bear.

With its eyes immense glare

And meager size,

The plush embrace fills the air.

Its brown skin quite bare,

With the sweetest little smile,

My cute little bear.

The tiny nose, a bit swell,

“I love you” engraved,

The plush embrace fills the air.

The little shirt and pants it wears,

With a vast pink heart on its chest...

Poetry

Crush

𝐿𝒾𝓃𝒹𝓈𝒶𝓎𝑀𝒶𝓇𝒾𝑒 𝐿

1 min read

Desiring a person, oh, what a plight,

Behind a curtain, I wait like a peasant.

Incessant passion keeps me up at night,

For eyes of blue, their depths hold a lesson.

With a voice so broken, they’ve stolen my breath,

Yet the weight of this longing feels like a curse.

I’ll rise above this, embrace the sweet death,

And find my own peace, for better or worse....

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Romance

Sleepiness

𝐿𝒾𝓃𝒹𝓈𝒶𝓎𝑀𝒶𝓇𝒾𝑒 𝐿

1 min read

It began again.

That feeling of relaxation.

And drowsiness.

As I begin to feel all the stress slip away.

Along with my eyes.

Struggling to stay open.

Them wiggling and jolting.

To open and close

Consistently.

As I try to stay awake.

Despite my failings.

My body begins to shut down.

Paying extra attention

To the comfiness.

Of my snug bed.

and comfy pillows.

I begin to think of the day.

All the d...

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The Reaper

𝐿𝒾𝓃𝒹𝓈𝒶𝓎𝑀𝒶𝓇𝒾𝑒 𝐿

1 min read

“Oh my, it’s time, my dear.”

“Please, Reaper, I don’t want to go!

Not yet, oh please, please, sir!”

“It’s time to go.”

Death knows no specific date,

Nor time, nor hour—

Life is fragile,

It wavers and falters at every turn.

Live your life until the Reaper calls,

Explore the world,

Touch the grass and the trees,

Play with the animals,

Taste, smell, hear, see as much as you can.

Make loved ones al...

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Fantasy

Young Marriage

𝐿𝒾𝓃𝒹𝓈𝒶𝓎𝑀𝒶𝓇𝒾𝑒 𝐿

1 min read

Am I rushing too soon?

Or is it the perfect time?

Oh, how I long for a partner,

One who will support me,

No matter what,

Through the happy times,

And the dark.

They say,

“You’re too young for that”

Ironic, coming from those whose relationships have fallen.

I believe love happens when one’s ready,

No matter the age.

I will continue longing for a partner,

Until I have met him.

We shall deal ...

Poetry