Life
Peaceful after the break up
Getting over you was difficult but the journey was so serene. I felt every emotion out there and at times it was agonizing yet so peaceful. Like a person heavily reading a book knowing it is heart wrenching. Every word melts so smoothly, paving the way for you to slide down effortlessly while your emotions are all over the place. It was a peaceful surrender to you and to myself.
By Marianne Leeabout a month ago in Writers
Let’s sing
I was playing the piano and singing when you called my name from behind. Often times, an outside voice like this would bring me to an abrupt stop to my music writing and make me feel like i’ve hit a brick wall. However, you are my music - the conversation we had was not an interruption but us singing in harmony.
By Marianne Leeabout a month ago in Writers
Lollipop
I like sucking on a lollipop while I write because I can taste the change in the depth of the flavour depending on what I write. However, one thing stays the same: it’s always sweet. That way, it constantly reminds me to see the world on a sweeter note.
By Marianne Leeabout a month ago in Writers
Uneasy
The flickering lights seemed to bounce my legs up and down. I was feeling uneasy in this room full of old magazines and a wall that seemed to have seen generations of people. There was no smell that was distinct but the queazy feeling went up to my nose and for some reason queasiness smells like the icy cold air in the morning. Everyone around me was on their phones but my mind was too busy to be looking at mine. I wore a formal outfit and I thought this kind of outfit would make me feel more confident but instead, it made me feel less than. I tried to enlarge myself in my head but it felt like trying to stretch out a rock - it was impossible. I tried deep breathing but I felt like for every anxiety I breathed out, the more anxiety I breathed in. Then someone walked in and called my name. It was now time for my job interview.
By Marianne Leeabout a month ago in Writers
Foxy
Dark hair blowing in the wind, making love with the midnight sky. High heels so high, she moves her hips in cursive and walks in capital letters. Tight black dress to show off her voluptuous line that doesn’t know how to behave. Red lipstick looks hot enough to burn the flames. Dating apps have not worked so she decided to go out in the hottest way.
By Marianne Leeabout a month ago in Writers
I met you at the grocery store
As I was walking around the grocery store, my eyes met with a guy as we were passing by each other. It was intimate. His eyes first introduced himself to me and then be slid into my mental space through my pupils. Whether I liked it or not was questionable but I didn’t hate it. After I got home, he didn’t leave my eyes. He made me feel too many things at once and later on I started bawling my eyes out. As the tears came out of the inner corners of my eyes, he slipped out too. I cried more but this time they were more tears of clarity than confusion. I needed to cry long before I met him but was too numb to it all and he made me realize that in just 2 seconds
By Marianne Leeabout a month ago in Writers
Winter mornings
She felt the side of her face sinking deep into her pillow as she woke up from her slumber. It was one of those rare days where she felt well rested. She rubbed the brightness from the sun off her after she opened her eyes. The winter mornings are especially harder to wake up because that means she has to cold plunge her body into the cold air while stepping out from her warm blanket. She counted to three and quickly peeled the blanket off her. She couldn’t wait to jump into the hot shower and get ready for her day. It was going to be a good day.
By Marianne Leeabout a month ago in Writers
Green
The springtime makes me think of the colour green because the green stems poke their way out of the cold soil for a nice stretch before the flowers blossom. Indie music makes me think of the colour green because it reminds me of lying on the grass, being stuck in the murkiness of green between feeling gleeful as yellow and sorrowful as blue. Then there is you. You always reminded me of the colour green because you were like the growth before the beauty like the stems of the springtime and you didn’t make me cry nor happy like the way Indie music is. Green is the colour of almost and I almost loved the colour green; I almost loved you.
By Marianne Leeabout a month ago in Writers
My crush
I sat down and started writing about my crush. Words seemed to float by the true essence of his presence because describing a man is not nearly as romantic as describing a woman. There are days I wish I could invent new words just so I can feel him through these writings with better precision.
By Marianne Leeabout a month ago in Writers
Lustful eyes for my lustful heart
Your eyes circled around my lips like a butterfly flying around - trying to find the perfect spot to land on. I couldn’t hide the corners of my lips from moving playfully. A smile that only comes out when you know it feels good.
By Marianne Leeabout a month ago in Writers
