Some people are lights
Glowing,
celestial,
beaming,
Lights
They are lights guiding the way in the thick of all consuming darkness.
They have a soul that wraps you in a warm blanket of calm amongst this world chaos.
Bringing you back to centre, peeling away the external, the distractions and gently forcing you to look within.
Some people are lights
Selfless
compassionate
inspiring
Lights
Encouraging us that no one is too broken to heal,
Everyone deserves to heal.
-JF-
You
used her heart as a playground
and
then walked away,
leaving
nothing but a complete wreck.
It
wasn’t a sight anyone wanted to see,
to
watch as her spirit broke
under
your merciless and callous care.
And
you simply shrugged your shoulders
and
pretended that all was fine,
and
it by doing so, you broke our hearts.
- Ely C. Winters. | @nosebleedclub | Feb. #25
How easy it is,
to sit in silence
with you.
How comfortable your
presence is
at my side on my
living room,
nothing between us
save the
empty glasses of our
shared drinks.
How easy it is,
to sit in silence
with you.
It amazes me, the
speed
with which you have
made yourself
a permanent feature
in my life,
one that is loving
and tender.
How easy it is,
to sit in silence
with you.
It is you, the one with whom I wish to spend
every lazy Sunday
morning that I can,
to relish in your
warm body against mine
and to shut the
world outside our bedroom door,
to pretend it
doesn’t exist and it’s simply you and me.
- Ely C. Winters. | Lazy Sunday | @nosebleedclub | Feb. #24
In here, the sounds are so big
They make waves and sea graves
In the time when you’re gone
The plan wasn’t a concern
Watching the corner dry
With wet tears of elation -
Pain wasn’t it
The right now wasn’t it
Let the sax play -
It bears repeating, the feel of needing
Someone or something
So simple, and yet
Precise as a raindrop on
that singular freckle on a Tuesday in May
As they say, don’t throw
glass at a rock house
because shattered glass can
Fuck yo’ eye up.
your voice echoed as thunder in the room
I bit my tongue tasting the
metallic twinge of the blood
trying to stop the tears from falling
and it hurts so bad
like a splinter stuck in my finger
It’s been a few months since we created this writeblr but it came to us that we never really introduced ourselves to the community - a mistake, we’ve realised, because there’s so many writers and content creators we still haven’t read the works of!
Starting off, we’re Lady Lazarus and Calypso, teenagers from India who never learnt how to read how to shut up. And this love for spewing nonsense made us realize how we love words that give happiness and comfort to ourselves, and possibly the rest of the world too.
Lady L loves pastel, the sound of chirping birds, journaling, sketching, calligraphy, floral tea and smoothie bowls, poetry by Sylvia Plath, french and indian music and taylor swift’s love story. She prefers roadtrips over hiking and loves the smell of new books.
Calypso loves vanilla scented candles, the sound of kalimbas, the works of Oscar Wilde, milk with a spoonful of honey, music of all genres, the sunrise of a summer morning and seventeen’s fallin’ flower. She’s the type of person who prefers mountains over beaches and the smell of the earth after a thunderstorm.
On this blog, you are likely to find a lot of poetry based on the musings of our lives and a few short stories (and a lot. of. memes.) But worry not! for we have two WIPs under worldbuilding. Both unnamed, both a secret. The first is based of a prompt from a friend, and the second is a Broadway Theatre based series. We wish to be as inclusive as possible and in order to not offend anyone, we’re making sure it’s well-researched and thought out.
Here’s a link to the masterpost of all the work we’ve ever written so far if you’d like to check them out!
The few months over here have been wonderful and opened a new horizon of opinions and lives of people. It also made us realize that we’ve not seen it all either, what we’ve done is merely nothing. We’d love to meet and support a lot of people, and it’d be great if you could boost this up!
(also note that we’re terribly awkward and can barely hold conversations sometimes)
~ Lady L and Calypso
Heart aches are rain storms, unavoidable to your daily struggle
But it has to happen, to make the grass green; to signal affection
the fallen victim
intros of serendipity
cast iron dreams
sinking in the cement
places out of time
caught in its own blood
no more breaks
only full fracture
- serendipity
“I am trying my best everyday, and yet sometimes it still doesn’t happen.”
Do you see, me as me, or the monster you made me to be?
You knew it would hurt me, but you still did it without hesitation.
Keep your head above,
those rough waters you are in.
It won’t always rain.
-JF-
Beni yakk.. 🌈
why do older names sound so much better than modern ones. like. Lola? Elinor? Elaine? Beatrice? What??
Nobody has ever left Death
Dripping on their doorstep
With a pink cake box
Concealing some sort of weapon
Thus far, every person
Has answered the reliable knock,
Curious as to who it could be
At this hour, which makes me wonder
What kind of irresistible beat
His boney knuckles must tap
To achieve a perfect response rate
Perhaps it’s “Kokomo” by The Beach Boys,
A crowd favorite,
And quite difficult to recreate
With just knuckles and wood,
But nothing the Lord of Darkness can’t handle
“Shave and a Haircut” would trick most
Into thinking their courteous mailman
Had a package for them
That they didn’t want getting rained on
Or perhaps He customizes the knock
Based on His target’s preference,
Which is also courteous,
Considering it’s the last bit of music
They will ever hear.
Keep me in a room full of
broken hearts ,maybe
then I will shine bright,
In the graveyard of lost souls,
maybe then you will know
where am I ?
And if I go loud and bold
would you notice?
l know you think,
I am just a pretty word, a lucid dream,
but keep me safe and
I will be your muse ,your poetry,
So here ,I am running through
the dark woods of nightmares
in a white dress
maybe this time you will see me?
And the strange feeling in the gut
it’s not all in my head,
So, You better read the letter,
recognise the daisy on top,
because I am half way to
the ocean, where the souls
who love alone dies.