Jos_lyn❤️

Thoughts, facts, love, and wishes. Wondering and smiling while my mind creates and runs ⌛️.I’m just another soul like all, who from the heart thinks, and with her soul writes ideas that imaginations always wish were facts. ❤️🫶🏻👀🧠

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Jos_lyn❤️

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Ifykyk

Jos_lyn❤️

1 min read

If it’s hidden, who will see it?

Who will reach my goal?

I love the way I’m never on my own

By being on my own.

He’s be my side

All of the time

Even when I feel alone.

The air makes me wanna cry

When it pushes me away

Right when I’m reaching THE line.

Oh but the way I wanna say

All my emotions

That I don’t even know

Is what keeps me on my own

It’s like accumulating more reasons

More reasons...

Poetry

Mystery

The Unspoken

Jos_lyn❤️

1 min read

I can sense it

The unspoken

It shouts out curiousity to both my ears

It’s a tense between everyone’s way of living.

It’s there and I can sense it.

It’s like if I start talking about it

I’ll shout out lives hidden truths.

Fear and happiness

“Dear mom…

I love the way you raised me”

Oh wow I can sense it

“Thank you God”

The time is a warning every second

Closer and closer

To our destination

Th...

Poetry

Mystery

Solitude.

Jos_lyn❤️

1 min read

At the top of the mountain is where my mind is placed In a deep underground hole.

The oceans deepness holds the weakest part of my heart.

In the widest mouths of two furious wolfs sleeps my hopeless soul.

All torn apart, all fearing doubt.

Then who am I?

Who is this living person who speaks?

Who am I who thinks?

Who am I that feels?

That listens, that lives.

Am I that one percent of hope?

Or...

Poetry

Fantasy

HIM

Jos_lyn❤️

1 min read

Him.

his eyes

his lips

his hair

his voice

his walk

his smile

his laugh

his hands

his fashion

his love

his respect

his wisdom

his funniness

his childish side

his height

his joy

his personality

his soul

he is my sunset....

Poetry

Romance

First Bloom

Jos_lyn❤️

1 min read

As well as my first love,

The first bloom is my last one.

Tense between the process,

There’s no point for me to access it again,

Cause now I don’t have it.

They say it’s called first for a reason.

It’s meant to end.

And a new one will begin.

So I’ll call it the last.

I plan on never moving on.

There will be no second,

No third,

No fourth,

No other.

My first bloom opened my eyes,

So I’ll follo...

Poetry

Mystery

Little But Grown

Jos_lyn❤️

1 min read

I slipped.

Still I continued cause I had no choice.

I felt my boots disappearing from the bottom.

The ice was a living nightmare.

But I continued.

I’m all grown but I’m so young.

A little girl in a dangerous world.

I felt small and tears all crawled.

I wanted to find that door.

I will find that door.

And no it’s not ego

Or pride

Or jealousy.

It’s nothing of the human flesh.

I’m guessing it’s som...

Poetry

Mystery

She’s just a girl

Jos_lyn❤️

1 min read

It took approximetaly…20 minutes to get completely dressed. Soft music playing in the background, and a pile of both new and old clothing on the chairs, bed, and floor. she picked a pair of socks, and anallized it. every detail, every spot. “either this one. or maybe that one over there.” in 15 minutes the bell rang and this girl had barely put on a shirt. she checked the weather and smiled. “rai...

Humour

12 months of the year.

Jos_lyn❤️

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in JANUARY, I know my goals I will achieve. the air smells fresh. new year, same me.

in FEBRUARY all I know is heart love, yay. But me? nah, at my room I will stay.

with MARCH there's not much things to say. just school, work, sleep. and a new day.

When APRIL comes, damn life is fast. the rain and pain, cause school? it's dumb.

Then here comes MAY, the pressure of the finals day, your mom, the fri...

Poetry

I knew and I still Do

Jos_lyn❤️

1 min read

She didn't know

she had no clue

that I was there at every breath she took

My life wasn't mine

because it was her

I just observed

I just felt love

I tried moving on

but

all I could think of was her

I knew her type

it wasn't me

I knew her schedule

her way of being

I knew what she'll be saying next

and I couldn't share one single detail

because I would be a creep

I love her smile

I love her hair

I...

Romance

Poetry

The Faceless Man.

Jos_lyn❤️

1 min read

Without eyes to judge,

Without lips to gossip,

With no nose to smell defects.

His hands as soft as a gentle dream.

Third persons try to get in,

But the faceless man is already destined to be.

Yet only in the heart of my dreams.

Discovering the truth of a man,

I wonder if I’ll ever get one to hold my hand.

Will God interfere in my soul?

My tastes are all in his will

**_-Joselyn Cervantes_**...

Poetry

Mystery