Barnmousecries - Lu

Sputnik Sweetheart, Haruki Murakami

reading a book is not enough i need to embroider the words on my lungs

IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT

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. 

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❤️

WORDS FROM THE HALLWAY

She had spun herself a web- not one of lies nor of truth- 

Just a sticky situation to let others come into 

It’s quite strange, to be a bird like her

For words and songs aren’t always heard

She declares her faith to one admirer 

But the nest and the next she has no desire. 

Birds can’t speak but she’s a flyer.

Watch her dive, watch her drive, 

Watch her spin her web of crimes. 

Watch those tears fall down others' faces, 

Will she stop and slow her pace? 

Twig legs no longer there, 

She’s disgusted and caught in her hair. 

Dare she move once more? Fuck those birds and slam the door.

Little bunny, what will you bring? You know it’s nothing new but it’s just as important. Little bunny don’t be crude, my pain is not your food.

Let’s hop into the new year.

In this dream, you are in a pit.

It surrounds you in pitch black.

Its mouth swallows you whole.

Effortlessly, you sat comfortably in your hole, like it had a hold on you

You sometimes climb, but then you fall like you had no care at all, then you try and try again but only get stuck with your feet buried in the sand.

You are in this constant battle with yourself

while a blindfold covers your eyes tightly

I wish you could see what you mean to me

There’s a snake in the pit that grasps on to you

day by day you decline my desires

my desire for you to reach out, my desire for you to hold on

the stench of dirt that covers you from head to toe and your brown eyes that fight to stay open

they blink and blink with the strength of a human

Please don’t let go.

don’t let go of the red balloon

Diana

Rising with the moon,

She represents me and you.

She’s fierce and brave,

She’ll put you in your place.

She shines brightly,

Her glow never left.

A hand outstretched and her lips upon your cheek.

A bow and arrow raised to the sky.

A breeze chills past you, breathe.

Diana, protect us from the darkness with your light.

Diana bring us children.

Goddess of the hunt, bring forth your love!

Happy STS! ♥️ You can go back in time and give yourself one piece of writing advice. What is it?

If I could go back in time and give myself one piece of writing advice, it would have to be “Don’t compare yourself to other writers and go at your own pace.” I often feel like I shouldn’t even refer to myself as a writer but hearing this advice has really helped my confidence and understand that everyone is different and I should be happy to refer to myself as a writer.