Jos_lynn

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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Under The Lovely Purple Umbrella

Jos_lynn

1 min read

He stares, she stares. “Sorry”. She walks away, he walks behind. Ten minutes later, “Did you wanna say something back there?” “WTH!” She speedwalks inside her house. He waits outside for a few seconds, then turns around and leaves. The next day she steps out side . “Shoot I forgot my umbrella.” She grabs it and stares at it for a few seconds. Flashbacks of last night cross her mind. She heads to w...

Romance

What a Floorboard suffers

Jos_lynn

2 min read

“Shhh, someone’s whispering”

That’s what she said when I was actually screaming for help. “Eeeererrereeee” I made that sound because it was so windy I thought I could die. But they thought of me as a creepy monster.

“Omg, why is it making that sound. That’s so scary.”

They ran and hid under the sheets, a flashlight was turned on and the little boy started crying.

“Oh no don’t cry it’s ok Luke...

Fantasy

Horror

Only in the dark

Jos_lynn

1 min read

"we all look the same in the dark." but they didn't. one spread light trough the room when the other was crying. One thought of the past while the other waited patiently for what comes after. "we all look the same in the dark." and they did. They all had a hopeful heart. they worked together and deserved freedom together. "we all look the same in the dark." and it all depended. On the mindset the...

Poetry

My grandmother always told me

Jos_lynn

1 min read

My grandmother always told me...

that there are plenty of fish in the water, but that the water was the dirtiest.

I didn't understand what she meant until now.

now that this world has made consume negativity.

I wanted to be a princess that got saved by a prince, but I don't give a damn anymore.

The world doesn't give a damn about us at all....

Mystery

if you feel depressed, read this.

Jos_lynn

1 min read

when the silence takes over any room, that's the time to start panicking. Whether it's full of people or all by ourselves. That's the time to think of... well where else should I be right now. Out of all places why did I choose to be here. We have to start being an independent being. Unlike all those days we depend on someone else like we didn't know who we were. So we start trying to change somet...

Mystery

Ifykyk

Jos_lynn

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_lynn

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_lynn

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_lynn

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_lynn

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