Veera Lynn

✨ Hello lovely, my pen name is Veera and I adore writing and being apart of a community, like this one. 🤍✨

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Veera Lynn

✨ Hello lovely, my pen name is Veera and I adore writing and being apart of a community, like this one. 🤍✨

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The Thorns Of Roses

Veera Lynn

1 min read

Why do roses have thorns?

Perhaps protection from greedy hands

Perhaps from creatures and insects of the land

Perhaps beauty is pain afterall

What I do know is, they didn’t add thorns

in fairytale roses

Call me a realist or perhaps a romantic

But it’s a bittersweet feeling to hold a rose for its beauty and be pricked for it...

Poetry

Scrap The Plan

Veera Lynn

3 min read

I had never realised that there could be so much charm in the day without ever planing it. That there were places to go, things we’d never seen or done, never experienced and yet weren’t on any vacation apps or google recommendations we had scoured.

Of course non of this was because I decided on a whim to be carefree today. The day was already set in my head and the day plan and routes were on m...

Adventure

Humour

Dinner

Veera Lynn

1 min read

“It’s quite dry today isn’t?” Eric says to his wife across the dinner table.

She finishes chewing her piece of steak before she says, “Well someone was in a hurry to eat”.

“Because I was starving”, his voice teetering on the edge of withheld anger.

“Then. Eat.”, Saoirse bites back. So fed up with their quralleing about the smallest things, fed up with his temper that she couldn’t find the stre...

Drama

The Bleak Beginning

Veera Lynn

2 min read

_Genre: Dystopian _

There were cues upon cues of people lined up. Men, women and children separated. They all moved forward towards the front but what was past the frosted glass barrier they didn't know. Except, that they didn't have a choice.

There were no homely smells or noises to where they were headed, all there was amongst the masses as they walked in lines was a tension of uncertainty. F...

Peace Talks Over Tea

Veera Lynn

1 min read

The man unbuttons his grey suit to sit down at the outdoor cafe table. He helps himself to tea while he awaits his nemesis to join him.

Another man in matching fashion, dark blue tie and jacket, appears at his table. He glares at the man who contently dips a biscuit into his tea. He continued to sip his tea, slurping as he looks up to him.

“You want me to pull out the seat for you princess?”

T...

Drama

Humour

The Silver In My Mind

Veera Lynn

1 min read

Sad one for the one millionth time

There’s no tears

No heartbreak

Just a gravity in my chest and soul

Weighing me down

Like the stone fell to the ground

Like I’m doomed and so is this world

Except I’m the only one feeling

Seeing, the world in the colour

My eyes know from my mind

Maybe they’re may be some

Who wonder like I

In some corner of the world

Do you feel it and hear it too?

Until ...

Poetry

Patient 0

Veera Lynn

1 min read

**Patient 0: Post-mortem Biopsy Request **

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_Specifics:_****

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Brain is recently extracted from 17 year old female.

Deceased had died slowly over the course of a week.

Her behaviour was observed and noted to have progressively worsened.

She was recorded to be observant of others but not engaging and non-verbal.

Eyes could track until they became unresponsive with a vacant stare.

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Science fiction

Someone has to give this Letter

Veera Lynn

1 min read

It’s funny, those who carry the weight of war aren’t the ones who rejoice after, there the dead ones. I’ve always struggled with that fact, how can one risk everything for a better future, and yet they risk not being able to see it. Maybe your not doing it for the future, your just escaping your present.

I always thought living on despite whatever the world turns into was the best strategy, no m...

Action

🪻✨Periwinkle✨🪻

Veera Lynn

1 min read

Periwinkle

It’s her favourite colour

That decorates her room

In all it’s brilliant hues

To the colour of her vinyl wallpaper

A design of lavish flowers with a stain finish

To the velvet rug beneath her feet

That softly comforts her with every step

It’s a serene colour, a royal colour

It glints off glass from her overflowing perfumes

The only colours that dare to to interject

In her purpl...

Poetry

A Swan Mother’s Lullaby

Veera Lynn

1 min read

🎶 Shhh shhhhh

There goes the swan

Gliding gracefully in her pond

Shhh shhhhh

Listen dear

Don’t miss the rustling

Of her wings

Cradling her babes

Shhh shhhhh

Hear hear dear

The cygnets chirping

Under their mother’s wing

Peeping peeping

Like you are my dear

Sleeping sleeping

In my arms my dear 🎶...

Poetry