Remember That First Butterfly?

Happy STS! Your story gets told from someone else's perspective. Whose is it?

If Cavity was to be told from someone else’s perspective, it would have to be her love interest. The woman who is caught in Delaney’s revenge scheme. Her narrative would be just as important as Delaney’s narrative, perhaps more honest.

HEARTBEAT 

She’s cold and chilling to the bone 

Hollow inside and out 

Airy and spacious 

She keeps my heart slow 

Awake I am 

But drowsy eyelids blink and blink 

I am in a poisonous trap, 

A smooth rhythm that is coming to an end. 

Harmonious, a voice so sweet to the ears. 

An unforgettable smile, diamond eyes. 

She keeps my heart warm that the sun is jealous 

Of her. 

Come on now, 

Don’t you know any better than to be messing with fate? 

Tick, tick, tick. 

Time ignores your presence, it has no hold on you. 

You don’t believe in destiny. 

Now it’s time to make the change. 

[not my photo, creds to photographer&editor]

“You were supposed to love me, how do you screw up this badly. How did I screw up this badly.” - Delaney Hunt.

UNKNOWN 

Ever so carelessly, you ignore my entire 

Being and destroy thoughtless opinions 

Of me. Even so, I continue to pest and 

Cause thunder to boom inside of your head. 

Those wilted flowers will caress your legs

And with one uneasy smile, I admire you

Those thorns wither and twist around 

Your arms. I will not scold, I behold your 

Truth. 

And when it’s over, I’ll give you a cold hug. 

For I am the lurking shadow,

I am the unheard footsteps and the candles 

That flicker as you rest. 

My crown will never falter, 

For I am death. 

I know it’s not much in the face of everything but I have been finding hope & resilience in palestinian poetry these past few weeks and I created a google drive file of poetry collections by palestinian poets that I will keep updating as I keep on reading. I also recommend checking out @fiercynn’s palestinian poets series for more poets + poetry available online

one day you’ll wake up at 9:30am on a Sunday w the love of ur life and you’ll make some coffee and pancakes and it’ll all be alright

A repost of some of my writing…

Keep reading

WX. 

I don’t owe you 

Anything. 

Nothing at all. 

I don’t have anything else 

To offer. 

But you know that – don’t you? 

Just look at your damn sweater 

I have knit you everything I could 

It now has holes and you trip on the 

Threads. 

Perhaps you would like to tangle 

Yourself in those threads 

They didn't let you down 

You did. 

You dig, dig, and dig. 

Writeblr Intro ⚠️Sporadic Updates⚠️

Hello everyone! This is my new intro for my writeblr~

To everyone new to my blog, I am lyuten, I am a 23 yo (extremely tired and done) university student, that has been writing for about 10 years now. I am hoping to be able to self publish my books in 2024, and most of all have a good time here with all of you 🤍

I won't be uploading anything on wattpad for now, so all of my wips will be exclusively here. My update schedule is extremely sporadic, since real life is being a b*tch.

I have a LOT of wips in mind and I get bored way too easily, but I will try to be as diligent as possible🤍

For anyone interested in reading ACOD which I will continue sometime in the near future, head to my old blog intro here, where I have the links to every chapter.

My new wip that I haven't started writing yet, Lily of Hiraeth, you can find here, and the post containing links to every chapter here (coming soon).

BOTH ACOD & LoH are 18+ and contain a lot of tws, so please read the warnings thoroughly.

I will not be working on anything else until ACOD & LoH are done, but a glimpse of any future wips will be here:

U.N.I.T.T. 137

You are all welcome to tag me in any game and ask me anything, when I have the time I will get to all of them❤️

KNITTED2

Boy you are caught in the threads of your own 

Thoughts. 

You can’t break through, no. 

You trip and stumble over these knitted paths, 

They lead you somewhere dark- somewhere distant. 

You’ve fallen down the rabbit hole with only the 

String as rope to get you out. 

You try to reach, but do you really? 

Excuses excuses are all that’s ever heard. 

Your ball of yarn is lost and you can’t even get out 

Of bed.