It's What Isn't Said that Says the Most
My Profile Page It crossed my mind that probably most of you aren’t on Medium so I figured I would share some screenshots of what my profile looks like and some of what’s going on in here. Sharing is caring, right? 🙂 medium.com/@Trinity_Ellis I’m about to start my fifth series specifically for the Grand Opening…
A poem about a lover who wants to sneak into her beloved’s dreams to see what’s in there and play games with him.
The poem “Musings of My Minor Me: Lanie Dawn” delves into the mourning of Uncle Jack by Aunt Belle. The author reflects on their high school years and struggles with certain subjects, while excelling in English and art. The post also teases a new series on art. The series is shared for free.
A long-lasting attraction remains between the writer and their partner, as described in “Curiosity Killed the Cat”. The article paints a picture of intimacy and unpredictability in their relationship, with the writer wearing their partner’s shirts and maintaining an air of mystery about what lies beneath.
The writer reflects on feeling insecure about her appearance but is surprised by her partner’s unwavering admiration. Despite her self-perceived flaws, she realizes that he sees her differently and appreciates her just as she is. This realization brings her a sense of comfort and gratitude for their relationship.
I Dreamt of My Transformation
Fulfilling the younger dream of the younger me: Lanie Dawn
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Unique Artistry This poem was boosted on Medium yesterday!!. That’s an honor in the Medium world!! It puts my work up front to get a broader audience. Thought I would share!! Subscribe to Medium to see all my stories! Drop me a note so I know who you are!! medium.com/@Trinity_Ellis If you’re on Twitter, follow…
Something Amazing Happened Oher than perhaps once, I hadn’t written a “true” poem in ages. I consider it “true” when it’s written organically. The words flow freely and are not forced to fit. A reader knows a “true” poem when they read one. Jack is stoic. Both his happy and sad face look incredibly similar.…
I opened my arms wide.You hesitantly stepped insideJust to rest your head on my heart for a while.It was magic how you made it appear,The love that laid dormant in here,And I felt that indeed yours was also mine.And if only for a moment you were in my sight,My darkness drowned out by your light,I’d…
I’ve debated on whether to message you or just to write it and not send it. I really wish you hadn’t just bolted. You didn’t even leave me a note. I was so worried when you didn’t come home. I didn’t even realize you had stopped sharing your location until after 10 that night. The…
For all five of my followers out there in the vast universe, I just wanted to let you know that I’m not gone. I haven’t forgotten about you. I realize that reading whatever new thing I’ve written along with your morning cup of coffee is the only thing that really gets your day going. I…
it’s in the nighttime your touch means the most. your smile in the darkness that I can’t always see but I know is there… waking in the twilight to hear your breathing and reaching over to touch your warm skin, run my fingers through your hair… placing a tiny kiss on your forehead, a kiss…