Lumpkinz11's Writing Collection

[Lumpkinz11 Ƹ̴Ӂ̴Ʒ]

In whispered dreams where sunlight spills,
I long to dance on daffodil hills,
To weave my laughter in the breeze,
And catch the world with hands at ease.

A time when worries floated light,
Where endless days were stitched with delight,
Beneath the glow of a cotton candy sky,
Where innocence danced, and dreams could fly.

To chase the shadows, to climb the trees,
To speak to clouds as they drift with ease,
A heart unguarded, a spirit untamed,
Every moment a treasure, something raw and unnamed.

Oh, to once more sip the dew at dawn,
With wonder, eyes big as a fawn's
To tread the path where magic glows,
And find the joy that childhood knows.

But here I am—a captive soul,
A longing child, still searching whole,
I'll keep those echoes, your tortoiseshell comb,
In the fabric of time, where we are home.

[Lumpkinz11 Ƹ̴Ӂ̴Ʒ]

In the garden of souls, where our stories intertwine,
You’re the roots that ground me, in storm and in shine.
Through quarrels and laughter, with love’s gentle might,
You shape my tomorrows, banish shadows from sight.

Your voice, a gentle memory, through chaos it flows,
Echoes of wisdom that only love knows.
Though tempests may rage and our spirits may bend,
All strife is transition, a path to mend.

I owe you my life, in the remotest corners of your love,
Through burdens you carried, and dreams from above.
In the quilt sewn, with threads of our strife,
You are my mother, my mentor, my friend for life.

[Lumpkinz11 Ƹ̴Ӂ̴Ʒ]

The ocean breathes, a vast,
inhaling, exhaling sigh,
a rhythm older than words,
older than longing.

I cup the shell,
a tiny universe
held in my palm,
its spiral a whisper of time.

The sea’s roar, a constant hum,
a backdrop to secrets,
to the unspoken things
that swell within my chest.

I press the shell to my ear,
a fragile bridge
between the boundless ocean
and the small space of my heart.

Is it the sea I hear,
or the echo of your absence?
A hushed susurrus,
a million tiny waves.

Through the shell's fragile curve,
I search for a sign,
a flicker of your presence,
a response to my silent plea.

And above the ocean’s force,
a voice barely audible,
a tremor in the shell,
a whisper against the roar.

“I love you,” I say,
the words lost in the vastness,
yet carried on the wind,
on the breath of the sea.

I hope you hear it,
across the miles,
across the silent spaces,
across the echoing emptiness.

I hope it finds you,
this small, fragile sound,
this confession born
on this sea shore.

I hope it reaches you,
this love carried on the wind,
a message in a bottle,
thrown into the ocean's foam.