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I wonder what the future holds?
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ladybell
• 41 reads

One for All

Curtailing the end of time,

We ponder upon the ripples in our lakes,

Unaware, perhaps deliberately,

That they are inevitably connected

By the gushing rivers that erode these grounds,

and through their steadfast flowing, eventually meet at one sea.

- ladybell

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ladybell
• 52 reads

To set the heart ablaze.

What is a life,

without passion?

without creation,

without the ripples of the pond,

where there was once nothing but stillness,

now brought to life by desire.

Can there be such life

without a gift?

without a window

into the unknown

that lures us into our imagination,

tempting away the dull hum of monotony -

What is life without passion?

Without the ability to create,

To draw upon and trace the outlines of a world

With our ink, as it envelops the nose,

Engulfing it in colour and the birth of something new.

Is there such a life with no sunlight for a human being?

Indeed, there is no such thing,

Hence that must mean that this glow,

This passion,

This desire to create, and this ability to create,

all exist inside of us already, no?

- ladybell

(Hello! Merry Christmas, I finally have the time to write now!! I hope you are all safe and well.)

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ladybell
• 41 reads

Fleeting Evenings.

As I winded down

the springs of yesterday,

I did not expect to already see the cogs of tomorrow

settle alongside the gears of my thoughts,

as they prepared to welcome

the soft murmurings of dawn and responsibility

outside the door.

- ladybell

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ladybell
• 36 reads

delectable liar.

do your piping hot words

take the shape of the wafer-thin promises,

that escape your mouth over the table

to another’s ears?

does the honey dripping from your voice

ooze into the cracks of another’s soul, just as sweetly?

and most of all do your hungry eyes,

that stare straight into my own, unwavering,

shift to the side the minute I look away?

- ladybell

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ladybell
• 43 reads

Vermillion Waltz.

The blades of their dance,

Clashed against the other,

As embers sparked from their eyes,

And they circled the ring,

Brilliant robes swishing in different directions

As the beat of the drums drowned out their footsteps,

Clicking their heels in tandem with the sound,

A fiery feud of ideals,

Of faiths,

Of destiny,

Bathing the room in the blinding flames

Of fighting spirit,

They danced with pride,

Until the outside sky that watched, enraptured by their world

Mirrored the hot crimson blood

That gushed through their veins,

As they spun to the rhythm;

Spun, and

Spun,

And spun.

- ladybell (sorry for my increased inactivity..with September comes the return to daily responsibility..thank you for your support :))

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• 41 reads

Day by Day.

I wonder if the sound of your footsteps

Will ever fade from my memory,

Whether your laugh dripping with sunshine

Will grow fainter in my ears over time,

Whether your peppermint grin, sparkling with life

Will start to crumble from the edges of my deteriorating vision,

Oh but I can still see clearly,

Those colours that surround you,

Threading the rainbow into your words,

As your hushed whispers echo through these empty hallways,

Beckoning the me that grows old,

Towards our past that lies buried,

Rooted in the embrace of the soil,

Still etched in the heart,

of the one who was left behind.

- ladybell

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Cover image for post Seasonal Warmth, by ladybell
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ladybell
• 46 reads

Seasonal Warmth

Ah, the smell of summer

Wafting along the breeze

Spotting dappled light amongst the leaves,

Softly, a vibrant green

Pierces the lenses of smooth glass

Resting on the sculpted visages of golden brown,

A spatter of freckles painting our skin,

As the sprinklers hiss in the background,

Jovially drizzling the green with sparkling droplets

While the taste of a thunderstorm hangs in the air,

Setting it alight with humidity,

And the squeaking of bikes can be heard outside,

As young and old alike navigate the asphalt, which paves a path,

leading them towards the precious memories waiting to be made,

Under the heat of this summer sun.

- ladybell

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Cover image for post Mutatio., by ladybell
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ladybell
• 44 reads

Mutatio.

The tumultuous tides of change,

Bring with them glory,

A metamorphosis

Of unprecedented levels,

Carrying the salty scents of the unknown ocean in front of us,

Enchanted by the mystery of our kind,

As for us, legs stretched in front

While we lounge on our porch chairs,

Cloth masks strewn on the table,

We see the world transform

Into what?

One will just have to wait and see.

- ladybell

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Cover image for post Warm Summer Afternoons, by ladybell
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ladybell
• 48 reads

Warm Summer Afternoons

They lay on the fields of pale yellow, staring up at the cloudless sky. Refusing to look at one another, or acknowledge the other’s existence at all, really. All that mattered in this moment was the breeze that ruffled their clothes and the rustling of the grass as it swayed to the music of the winds. The welcome chirping of birds as they extended the shadows that twined around their strewn -out sandals. The faint sound of a tractor in the distance, muted by the chatter of their minds. Right now, all they could think about as they stretched their hands up towards the blinding sun was the wisdom of the fields, supported by the laughter lines around their eyes as they rejoiced in the freedom of living.

- ladybell

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ladybell
• 34 reads

Choose to Act, Not Complain.

Cursing the bitter gourd

For shocking your tongue

Is not what will make it better,

It is by popping sweets into your mouth

Or pouring a stream of water down your throat

That you can expect to remedy

The distaste that will otherwise linger.

- @ladybell

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