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The Little Leaf by Little-Tin-Wings, literature

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The Little Leaf

A single leaf floats the wind, Alone, unmatched, without even kin. It’s burdened and heavy with the weight of loneliness, Insecure and ashamed by its level of homliness. Other leaves float by, but they’re just out of reach, Close enough to touch, but never to keep. Always alone as it drifts to the ground, Always wondering why it’s even around. Then suddenly, the wind picks up, As the little leaf nearly bites the dust. It lifts it skyward, higher and higher, And the little leaf feels burning desire. For once, not to be loved, but to love living life, As it dances and flies throughout the night. Companionship is

Mona Lisa Smile by Little-Tin-Wings, literature

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Mona Lisa Smile

There she is, the girl with the Mona Lisa smile, That makes you stop and stare for a while. She’s got a secret, you can see it in her eyes, You can’t help but wonder if she’d share it in time. But what if that smile was painted on her face, Gorgeous and bright, but utterly fake? What if her secret was pain and despair? Hidden with a mask and a flip of her hair? Would you still gaze with longing in your eyes, Knowing her beauty hid only lies? Would you still wonder and hope she’d share, If her secret was sorrow and despair? While you gaze and admire from afar, Her flesh is mangled and covered in scars. Whi

Don't fall in love with your eyes closed by Little-Tin-Wings, literature

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Don't fall in love with your eyes closed

She’s in love with a man who loves only darkness, She comes at a run whenever he calls her. She shines sweet and bright so he snuffs out her light, With words so cruel they cut like a knife. She’s afraid of a man who doesn’t fear prison, He smiles at her like he’s filled her with poison. She fights and she screams but he refuses to believe, That he’s done any wrong with the marks that he leaves. He’s obsessed with a woman who’s obsessed with dreaming, So he leaves her alone, crying and bleeding. He breaks her dreams with cool precision, Then flees with a laugh, straight to prison.

Lady Night by Little-Tin-Wings, literature

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Lady Night

In the broad light of day, She appears as a lady, Proper, polite, Her laughter a melody. With men of great wisdom, She discusses good morals, In bright golden castles, She dances with royals. But when the sun goes down, And the stars gleam bright, She shows what she is, A creature of night. She dances with shadows, She talks to the dead. She sings and she dines, Where others have fled. She’s regal and wild, Like a glorious storm, But you’d never believe it, If you saw her at morn. For when the moon goes down, And the shadows fade, She puts on a mask, As a princess of day. She wears a smile, Serene but tigh

Beauty's Price by Little-Tin-Wings, literature

Self-doubt by Little-Tin-Wings, literature

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Self-doubt

She wanted nothing more Than to be loved by the crowd So she listened when the laughed And told her to bow She wanted nothing more Than to make herself proud But the voice of self-doubt Was far too loud She wanted nothing more Than to cry out in pain But she smiled and laughed When the mocked her name She knew deep down Who she wanted to be But was so afraid that person Was someone no one would see She threw wisdom away For the wisdom of fools So convinced was she She must live as told Her mind, she believed Was worthless and wrong So she learned the tune Of someone else’s song It wasn’t her own But it fol

Diffident by Little-Tin-Wings, literature

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Diffident

We want to be on the stage, part of the play of flowing clothes and colorful laughter. But no one gave us permission to be in the spotlight, so we tuck ourselves in the corner, and wait for an invitation to breathe. We want to soar the open skies, but our wings have become coat hangers for other people’s mistakes. And it’s not our place to brush them off like motes of collected dust. There’s a place by the fire, but we haven’t earned the right to warm our frozen bones. So we curl our toes in the ashes, and think that leftovers are all we deserve. There’s a kiss waiting at the end of the drive,

30: Sunset by Little-Tin-Wings, literature

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30: Sunset

High in the evening sky it flies, The sun, Shining down as it slips behind a mountain. It kisses me goodnight, A soft caress between my brows. The world is awash with its glow, Like embers, casting light across a room. Like fire, I think, and take a step back. Its beauty places a finger to my lips, And stills my breathing. The world stops, though time does not, As the sun keeps sinking. Placing its gentle rays on my head, Like a parent, musing my hair, Before sending me to bed. "Goodnight," it seems to whisper, Though I haven't moved an inch. I'm still standing, rooted in place, By the time the moon breathes its hello. The sun is gone fro

29: Fear by Little-Tin-Wings, literature

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29: Fear

Of all the things I've ever feared, Living frightens me the most. What if I fall, what if I fail? What if I never live at all? What if I burn, what if I hurt? What if I can't stand on my own? What if I try, but never succeed, Never get to where, I've wanted to be? What if I stop, and never go on? What if I'm trapped, and can't get free? What if I make, every moment count, Then lose it all to the past? What if I live my life to the fullest? What if I'm actually... happy? What if... What if that's what I fear the most?

28: Dream by Little-Tin-Wings, literature

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Mona Lisa Smile by Little-Tin-Wings, literature

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Mona Lisa Smile

Self-doubt by Little-Tin-Wings, literature

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Self-doubt

Diffident by Little-Tin-Wings, literature

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Diffident

06: Unattainable by Little-Tin-Wings, literature

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06: Unattainable

Sometimes I see this girl, I can hear her laughing at me. And I know deep down, She's who I want to be. Sometimes I see this girl, I can see her staring at me. And I know deep down, She's who I could be. She scares me sometimes, if I'm being honest, She's just so calm, confident, and fearless. She takes leaps where I tiptoe, She grins and dives in, where I fear to go. She could hold the weight of the world, If it were placed on her shoulders. She could smile through hardships, Like they're just obstacles to jump over. She doesn't fear the unknown, But embraces it instead. She's got bravery of thousands, And on her shoulders, a level head.

For What it's Worth by Little-Tin-Wings, literature

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For What it's Worth

For all the times I showed you ill will, I'm sorry. The changing of the winds has made me frail. For all the times I spoke out against you, it was my own bleeding heart that made me stab another. If there was ever a time I lifted you up, I hope it wasn't just for show. If there was ever a time that I made you smile, I hope I just wanted to see your heart glow. When I reached the peak of my breaking point, I lashed out at others to lessen the blow. If someone else was hurting, I wouldn't be alone in this world of pain. If someone else was breaking, I wouldn't be the only one in need of fixing. For all the times I scoffed when you helped me,

Fading Notes by Little-Tin-Wings, literature

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Fading Notes

You always had a power and a way with words, and your finger's caressed keys that could open doors, into the souls of the coldest hearts, playing songs start to finish, and finish to start. You began our melody in the middle of the piece, forgetting the beginning, and the boundaries to keep. I was a piano, you said, that you'd been dying to touch, a powerful creation, that you leaned on like a crutch. Your slim fingers pressed into my ivory skin, the black keys the bruises where your fingers had been. You knew how to play the most astounding tunes, and our love was the most complicated melody you knew. So you played me well and amazed the

Sensei by Little-Tin-Wings, literature

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Sensei

You were ashes by the time I became fire, shadows, when I was sunlight. You were the corpse and I was the Phoenix, you were caged and I, a wild, searching thing, lost without your eagle's gaze. Your wings were broken when mine were finally strong enough to carry me through the air, your feathers clipped too close to offer warmth, and it finally made sense why you were so cold, so unkind. You were fearless and I was afraid, you were old and wise and I, too young and arrogant to understand. You pushed me from a cliff before I was ready, and that day I hated you for the broken ribs it gave me. But today I am grateful, for now, when I fall, the

Cry by Little-Tin-Wings, literature

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Cry

You're in pain, are you not? With your bleeding heart and red rimmed eyes. You have scars beneath your skin, buried deep away from sight. Because it hurts less to smile, when you're dying inside, than it does to show your broken soul. Because when someone knows you cry each night, you reopen the wounds you've been trying to close. So you bleed, you break, without leaving a clue, you burn, you scream, where no one can hear. There's an active volcano inside your heart, but no one will notice when your smile's so bright. But are you invincible or are you human? Are you a soldier or are you immortal? You're fighting a war inside yourself, with

With Words by Little-Tin-Wings, literature

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With Words

Blood or ink? It’s hard to tell, smiles and broken bones. Fears and tears and love and joy, make the world spin ‘round. “Why do you write, why do you dream?” That’s asking why I breathe. Why do we fight, why do we bleed? Because our hearts are broken. Write down my name in poison, it will inspire ten thousand words. I’ll create a world of rhymes and verses, just so my voice is heard. I’ll snap a photograph of lies, I’ll whisper to the wind. All I need is a pen with ink, I’ll write it on my skin. A war starts with a whisper, a life ends with a scream. I’ll pull a song straight fro

(Un)Breakable by Little-Tin-Wings, literature

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(Un)Breakable

Windows and mirrors and breakable things, treasures and trinkets and little glass wings. You say that I'm delicate, unstable and trite, that I can't survive the force of your might. You say I am fragile, like a thin sheet of glass, that soon I will shatter and you can't glue me back. The brush of a finger or too rough a hand, I'll be thrown to the floor like fine bits of sand. Diamonds and gemstones and pretty glass beads, a vase on your mantel, a portrait of dreams. These are things you can crumble and break, but my heart is stronger than your fire forged hate. Now stop and think, think on it twice, you say I'm like glass, but you are lik

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Artist // Hobbyist // Literature

Mar 20
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I write to fly, I write to dream,
I write to live and I write to breathe.
If you like my writing and you like my work,
feel free to comment, fave, and watch!

Hello lovely person visiting my profile! As you can see, I'm just another average (and possibly crazy) person with too many ideas to handle. I'm not a professional writer by any means, but I do hope to improve. Some of my work is probably cringe worthy, but I do hope that if you visit my gallery, you'll find something that'll suit your fancy.

If any of my work brings you to tears, makes you sing to the moon at ungodly hours of the night, or just makes you smile, I'd love to hear about it -- because feedback brings me to tears, makes me sing to the moon at ungodly hours of the night (possibly an exaggeration), and almost always makes me smile.

Constructive criticism is like broccoli -- not always tasty (unless covered in cheese) but good for the health. So if you have any to share, I'm all ears. Just plain criticism... not my first choice of feedback, but I suppose necessary to prevent an enlarged ego...

If you took the time to read this or any of my work, thanks a million! I hope you have a lovely day/night/afternoon/week/month/year... etc. etc.

Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. within the stories published on this account are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot of these stories are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any previously copyrighted material. No copyright infringement is intended.

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PenPal-Olive

Nov 4, 2023

'Sup? I have returned to DA! >:3

PenPal-Olive

Jan 14, 2020

Hello. How are you? It's been so long :)

Little-Tin-Wings

Feb 21, 2020

It has! Sorry for the late reply... I do not log into da that often. But I'm doing pretty good. How about yourself?

PenPal-Olive

Feb 23, 2020

Heh. Same here. I only get on for the occasional update for some of the comics I follow here. Is there any other website where you and I can talk more frequently?

Otherwise... I'm doing relatively okay. Stressed but... okay.

Little-Tin-Wings

Mar 1, 2020

I'm not really active on any site, tbh with you. I can try to log on more frequently to chat, if you want. And there's always social media

And I feel you. I'm pretty stressed myself. Still into writing?

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Loki-Icon

Apr 22, 2019

Thanks 4 the Llama Most Kind Have one back

Little-Tin-Wings

Apr 24, 2019

You're welcome and thank you!