Submissions by Liziantus-Marantus (Ivelina Boneva)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
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Published
7th Feb 2025 10:49am
7th Feb 2025 10:49am
Treasure Within
I think that everyone is a treasure.
Everyone is unique.
And when everybody is different,life is never bleak.
I see people as item filled treasure chests.
Quite literally,you could say.
Everyone's souls look a different way.
Some chests are full of rats.
And moldy cheese and fruit.
Some seem like they are filled with mold.
But are filled with the rarest treasures you've seen.
The ones who say they are filled with mold.
Can be the most different people you've seen.
I think that anyone could be a treasure. ...
Everyone is unique.
And when everybody is different,life is never bleak.
I see people as item filled treasure chests.
Quite literally,you could say.
Everyone's souls look a different way.
Some chests are full of rats.
And moldy cheese and fruit.
Some seem like they are filled with mold.
But are filled with the rarest treasures you've seen.
The ones who say they are filled with mold.
Can be the most different people you've seen.
I think that anyone could be a treasure. ...
#hope
#motivational
#philosophical
#prose
#uplifting
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
6th Feb 2025 10:58am
6th Feb 2025 10:58am
Shadows
I know the shadows in my home.
Or maybe in my room.
Sometimes I see them at night.
And I wonder if they are evil.
I watch them in wonder.
With thoughts confused,medieval.
Sometimes they watch me from the corners at night.
But I am not scared.
And I do not feel fright.
Because I know shadows exist for a reason.
They are formed sometimes by the sun.
No shadow exists for no reason.
Maybe it was the sun that casted the shadows at day.
And our inner darkness at night.
Maybe they are there to keep the evil...
Or maybe in my room.
Sometimes I see them at night.
And I wonder if they are evil.
I watch them in wonder.
With thoughts confused,medieval.
Sometimes they watch me from the corners at night.
But I am not scared.
And I do not feel fright.
Because I know shadows exist for a reason.
They are formed sometimes by the sun.
No shadow exists for no reason.
Maybe it was the sun that casted the shadows at day.
And our inner darkness at night.
Maybe they are there to keep the evil...
#hope
#motivational
#uplifting
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
5th Feb 2025 10:56am
5th Feb 2025 10:56am
Dear Reader
This must be what they talk about.
When they enter the fictional world,in and out.
So let us travel to a fairytale.
Written fully by ink.
It may not be real,but it makes you think.
Read this story as it evolves.
And we get rainbow clothes.
Our story eventually subsides.
After a thousand magical nights.
This story will end - so let's go to Neverland.
Write our story in this magical land.
I know there's adventures that await.
Let me be Wendy to your Peter Pan.
And use a glass,ink filled pen.
Promise...
When they enter the fictional world,in and out.
So let us travel to a fairytale.
Written fully by ink.
It may not be real,but it makes you think.
Read this story as it evolves.
And we get rainbow clothes.
Our story eventually subsides.
After a thousand magical nights.
This story will end - so let's go to Neverland.
Write our story in this magical land.
I know there's adventures that await.
Let me be Wendy to your Peter Pan.
And use a glass,ink filled pen.
Promise...
#books
#dreams
#hope
#love
#uplifting
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
28th Jan 2025 11:14am
28th Jan 2025 11:14am
The Poet
They say the poet's weapon is not a sword.
But their words and pen.
Sometimes,not a pen.
But a feather of a hen.
A poet's power can depend.
And cannot be measured.
They can win fights with just their words.
And open gates to new worlds.
Worlds they create and write.
They can be the kindest you've seen.
And create your fate.
A poet is like a god in their own world.
That they write on their own.
Their power can be unlimited if used right.
In their room,in their home.
They are the best ones...
But their words and pen.
Sometimes,not a pen.
But a feather of a hen.
A poet's power can depend.
And cannot be measured.
They can win fights with just their words.
And open gates to new worlds.
Worlds they create and write.
They can be the kindest you've seen.
And create your fate.
A poet is like a god in their own world.
That they write on their own.
Their power can be unlimited if used right.
In their room,in their home.
They are the best ones...
#happiness
#hope
#motivational #uplifting
#motivational #uplifting
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
26th Jan 2025 10:51am
26th Jan 2025 10:51am
Song
We all have that one song.
That we remembered for very long.
The one whose lyrics is very strong.
And connects to us deeply.
The one that comforts us.
And stays in our minds neatly.
Maybe it's a song you heard as a kid.
Or a song you heard on the radio.
Maybe it's a song you like to sing.
Or a song you heard at a rodeo.
When the lyrics speaks to you in a way none does.
When the melody beats in your ears.
The way nothing else does.
Like the first time you heard it at a certain age.
And you grew up,you...
That we remembered for very long.
The one whose lyrics is very strong.
And connects to us deeply.
The one that comforts us.
And stays in our minds neatly.
Maybe it's a song you heard as a kid.
Or a song you heard on the radio.
Maybe it's a song you like to sing.
Or a song you heard at a rodeo.
When the lyrics speaks to you in a way none does.
When the melody beats in your ears.
The way nothing else does.
Like the first time you heard it at a certain age.
And you grew up,you...
#hope
#lyrics
#motivational
#music
#uplifting
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
25th Jan 2025 10:52am
25th Jan 2025 10:52am
The Ship Sails
High in the mountains,the sun veils.
Cloud dances and ship sails.
They say the magical tales.
Of flying ships,ocean whales.
They say it's full of treasure.
Big,with no specific measure.
They tell he legend of an air ship.
Full of magic and whit.
You can see it in the clouds during day.
If you just look up,far away.
They say it runs by magic.
And nothing tragic happens to it.
Nor to its treasure.
I know it's just a legend.
But this myth about the treasure.
Everyone looked high and low. ...
Cloud dances and ship sails.
They say the magical tales.
Of flying ships,ocean whales.
They say it's full of treasure.
Big,with no specific measure.
They tell he legend of an air ship.
Full of magic and whit.
You can see it in the clouds during day.
If you just look up,far away.
They say it runs by magic.
And nothing tragic happens to it.
Nor to its treasure.
I know it's just a legend.
But this myth about the treasure.
Everyone looked high and low. ...
#hope
#magic
#motivational #uplifting
#motivational #uplifting
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
22nd Jan 2025 10:52am
22nd Jan 2025 10:52am
The Land Of Childhood Dreams
There is a town far away.
That we can access,night and day.
There lives our childhood hopes and dreams.
That are real,and not on ocean screens.
There is full of memories and laughter.
Where adventure awaits.
Where you never lose the ticket to.
And you get nostalgia filled plates.
They say it goes once you grow up far away.
But you can access it any day.
You can feel the nostalgia.
You can feel the bliss.
Like the emotions you felt gave you a forehead kiss.
There are all your memories and friends. ...
That we can access,night and day.
There lives our childhood hopes and dreams.
That are real,and not on ocean screens.
There is full of memories and laughter.
Where adventure awaits.
Where you never lose the ticket to.
And you get nostalgia filled plates.
They say it goes once you grow up far away.
But you can access it any day.
You can feel the nostalgia.
You can feel the bliss.
Like the emotions you felt gave you a forehead kiss.
There are all your memories and friends. ...
#hope
#memories
#motivational
#nostalgia
#uplifting
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
19th Jan 2025 10:54am
19th Jan 2025 10:54am
Cursed Collar
There was a girl long ago.
Who had a cursed collar.
The collar slowly grew tighter.
And time quickly flew.
She hoped someday,it may fall off.
That it'll grow looser and fall.
She hopes she would grow tall.
Without the feeling the collar's toll.
As time slowly passed.
And she grew up big fast.
The collar stayed the same.
The collar got tighter with time.
And she began to forget her name.
She hoped for someone ,something.
To take it off,away.
In another world,she daydreamed.
And began...
Who had a cursed collar.
The collar slowly grew tighter.
And time quickly flew.
She hoped someday,it may fall off.
That it'll grow looser and fall.
She hopes she would grow tall.
Without the feeling the collar's toll.
As time slowly passed.
And she grew up big fast.
The collar stayed the same.
The collar got tighter with time.
And she began to forget her name.
She hoped for someone ,something.
To take it off,away.
In another world,she daydreamed.
And began...
#dark
#depression
#hope
#inspirational
#uplifting
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
16th Jan 2025 10:55am
16th Jan 2025 10:55am
Sunday Morning
It was a typical Sunday morning.
With the sunset going down,sunshine forming.
A Sunday morning is never boring with you.
So have some tea with me,too.
Let me pour you some mint,honey tea.
And let the negative emotions flee.
As the moon goes down,sun comes up.
And the sun shines,staying put.
Maybe some music in the background.
Like lofi, electric beats.
A cup of tea,a good book.
Under the warm,cozy sheets.
It was a Sunday morning for me.
And everyone let me be.
I woke up from peaceful slumber.
...
With the sunset going down,sunshine forming.
A Sunday morning is never boring with you.
So have some tea with me,too.
Let me pour you some mint,honey tea.
And let the negative emotions flee.
As the moon goes down,sun comes up.
And the sun shines,staying put.
Maybe some music in the background.
Like lofi, electric beats.
A cup of tea,a good book.
Under the warm,cozy sheets.
It was a Sunday morning for me.
And everyone let me be.
I woke up from peaceful slumber.
...
#happiness
#hope
#inspirational
#motivational
#uplifting
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SELF POEM
Published
13th Jan 2025 10:49am
13th Jan 2025 10:49am
Ocean Blue Dreams
There is a figure I sometimes see in my dreams.
With blue eyes,ocean screens.
Sometimes, I meet him in my dreamscape.
Something like an escape.
From reality,cheapskate.
And when I am with him,it feels like fate.
If only I could transport to that realm as I please.
He would be real.
He would be by my side,and ask me how I feel.
His identity is unknown.
But to me,he's an old friend.
I don't see him often.
But we manage to make amends.
Like the time we went on a vacation far away.
Or the time we got...
With blue eyes,ocean screens.
Sometimes, I meet him in my dreamscape.
Something like an escape.
From reality,cheapskate.
And when I am with him,it feels like fate.
If only I could transport to that realm as I please.
He would be real.
He would be by my side,and ask me how I feel.
His identity is unknown.
But to me,he's an old friend.
I don't see him often.
But we manage to make amends.
Like the time we went on a vacation far away.
Or the time we got...
#despair
#FallingInLove
#hope
#love
#sadness
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
12th Jan 2025 10:47am
12th Jan 2025 10:47am
Fairy Tale
One day,I woke up astray.
The world looked unusual,like I took a different pathway.
This world was unfamiliar.
Is this where the staircase led?
It seemed the grass is red.
The sky was grey.
And people's faces had a grey hue.
And you'd wonder,too.
About what this world conveys.
About what it makes it.
Or about what makes it stay in this realm.
Where insects are huge.
And grass is a shade of red or grey.
With people,missing faces.
Everyone in different places.
One is a girl who sold and...
The world looked unusual,like I took a different pathway.
This world was unfamiliar.
Is this where the staircase led?
It seemed the grass is red.
The sky was grey.
And people's faces had a grey hue.
And you'd wonder,too.
About what this world conveys.
About what it makes it.
Or about what makes it stay in this realm.
Where insects are huge.
And grass is a shade of red or grey.
With people,missing faces.
Everyone in different places.
One is a girl who sold and...
#curse
#evolution
#happiness
#hope
#magic
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SELF POEM
Published
9th Jan 2025 10:49am
9th Jan 2025 10:49am
I Don't Know
I don't know if it's just the way I feel.
The way I have been,or slowly heal.
I don't know if it's something I have seen.
But sometimes,I wish for something I've never been.
Yearning to feel those memories once more.
I don't know if I just fell on the floor.
Or if I had t actually walk out the door.
Maybe it's something I drank or ate.
Maybe it's destiny or fate.
I don't know if I ate something wrong.
But I feel broken like a love song.
I don't see if it's something I drank.
I want to be frank,not blank. ...
The way I have been,or slowly heal.
I don't know if it's something I have seen.
But sometimes,I wish for something I've never been.
Yearning to feel those memories once more.
I don't know if I just fell on the floor.
Or if I had t actually walk out the door.
Maybe it's something I drank or ate.
Maybe it's destiny or fate.
I don't know if I ate something wrong.
But I feel broken like a love song.
I don't see if it's something I drank.
I want to be frank,not blank. ...
#despair
#hope
#motivational #sadness
#motivational #sadness
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