Mia Lynn

Joined July 2017

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Can I Pick Your Mind For A Sec Ask You For Your Hand Take From You A Bit Of Time Show You Why
By Mia Lynn2 years ago in Poets
Nice to meet ya
Tap Tap Tap Hi... Nice to meet ya. Do you buy into, I see it I like it I want it If not No harm I'll walk away
By Mia Lynn2 years ago in Poets
The Fall of Dean Bordeaux
~Orange light turns on. Her thoughts appear like raindrops falling through the air. Vision clouded, feeling surrounded by, children laughing and people dancing around within her soul telling her to answer… why’s she crying ~ She couldn't speak just as Dean was, she was weak because…
By Mia Lynn4 years ago in Poets
Hey Bartender, Can I Have Another?
“Jackie!” “You are the worst alarm clock ever. Isn’t it too early to be so loud and perky?” “It’s 3 in the afternoon. You live on a stoop. How do you sleep through?”
By Mia Lynn4 years ago in Poets
The fall of Dean Bordeaux
“Hey Bartender, can I get another and charge it to that slutty lover.” “Wouldn’t have pegged you for banging girls, so I’m digging your cover.”
By Mia Lynn4 years ago in Poets
Hey Bartender...
"Hey Bartender, I need another... Charge it to that jilted lover." "That laze?" With an eyebrow raise. "No! . . . . You and I connected eyes from across the bar quite a while ago. It was an instantaneous banter-filled spontaneous love that filled a void I could not further avoid. It was either accept your affection or find myself in a dead situation. Mental stability is a rocky frail arduous trail not always worth the hike alone. So please respect the position you’re in and leave me out of undone sin. However, I do know who did sleep with that lazy kid."
By Mia Lynn4 years ago in Poets
The fall of Jackie Bordeaux
“I’m bubbly, I’m bouncy, I’m happy in the mornin’. Sun’s shinin’, birds singin’, and I’m going for my coffee. Oh, my sister! I bet she’s grouchy… … … Whatcha readin’?”
By Mia Lynn4 years ago in Poets
The Rise of Jackie Bordeaux
Jackie was kissed by a soldier clad in a guise of achievement. A faultless & completeness a wholeness of virtues staring out through sorrowful blues.
By Mia Lynn4 years ago in Poets
The Carnival
Attention, Attention, Attention Please! All will be answered, she won't be a tease. There are things she needs to say,
By Mia Lynn5 years ago in Poets
Janet
It was evening when we left for the amphitheater with the sun still shining and my excitement at its max. My first concert. Janet. "Miss Jackson if you're nasty". It was summertime but I had goosebumps the whole ride. We had seats under the pavilion about 10 rows back and since this was a birthday present from my cousin and aunt they let me have the aisle seat. Her "Velvet Rope Tour" and I was there, up close, and so ready to become temporarily deaf. When her voice started to sing it was like she was singing to only me.
By Mia Lynn5 years ago in Beat
The Little Black Book
This was going to be a difficult day. I threw myself back on my pillow and threw the covers over my head. Every day that passed I tried to muster up the drive to get up and accomplish what I have longed to accomplish. Finishing the stories that have been wandering through my mind that are half-written in my little notebook. Along with the poems I so often created while waiting for my tea to boil before heading out to work. Or even putting down on paper the side designs I've thought would be good for this company, or thoughts about my small town benefitting from this or that and how I could develop it and where I would put it. Instead, I crawled out of bed and to the shower and slowly, painstakingly dressed myself for work. All the while drinking my Kahlua and Irish Cream coffee. #greatestpasttime … whining to myself.
By Mia Lynn5 years ago in Humans
The Small Black Notebook
"Miss! Wait, Miss! You dropped your small black notebook! Wait!" There were throngs of people all around me as I screamed and crouched down to pick up this mysterious small black notebook that appeared to have fallen out of a woman's bag. I got up and tried running after her but since I didn't completely get a good look at her, I lost her in the crowded streets of New York City. Naturally, I wanted to get it back to her so I opened it up to see if there was a name inside of it. Well, there wasn't exactly a name that said "this notebook belongs to" but there was quite a bit in it.
By Mia Lynn5 years ago in Humans

Mia Lynn

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I Like I Love I Lust

Nice to meet ya

The Fall of Dean Bordeaux

Hey Bartender, Can I Have Another?

The fall of Dean Bordeaux

Hey Bartender...

The fall of Jackie Bordeaux

The Rise of Jackie Bordeaux

The Carnival

Janet

The Little Black Book

The Small Black Notebook

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