Lys

poetry, prose, and ramblings | she/her | ♋️

[write-on-world]

From the Writing About Writing Facebook page.

[lys-writes-and-stuff]

The most dangerous type of unawareness is that which we unaware of.

Just a thought...

[feministism]

[drankinwatahmelin]

4. If the car pulls up to you run in the opposite direction.

5. Walk with your keys in your hands and keep a key between each finger

6. If they put you in the trunk kick out the headlights

7. If you get lost find a woman with a child. Never ask a man for help (this one was drilled)

[bando--grand-scamyon]

That scream fire piece of advice is literally life saving

8. Watch your shadows and reflections, especially if someone is walking behind you. A split second notice is better than none and will help you.

[gaylittlepieceofsh1t]

Yes this last one really saves lives y'all I do it all the time

[uncleromeo]

girls have to learn to view the world like international intelligence agents just to be safe walking down the street. smh.

[twilightt-fantasy]

guys pls pls pls reblog and girls pls pls pls be safe out there. terrifying and so sad that we have to worry about this on a daily basis

[guiltyidealist]

(I’m an enby, but, frankly, this is helpful for anyone.)

[cryptidinks]

- always tell someone where youre at and an approx time when youll be back

[witcheshaven]

Add text replacement words in your phone if possible. Something short and memorable that you can send quickly to people in moments of emergencies.

E.g.

[whatchagonnadoabooouuutttit]

I f ing hate that we need to reblog this, people suck, but this will save lives.

DO NOT SCROLL PAST

[anonymousmothman]

Being female fucking sucks but yes this shit is important for everyone

[deadlymodern]

Also, do not walk close to walls. It will be easier for someone so walk past you and push you against it or corner you.

If your gut is telling you to cross the street or change your path, do it. Don’t risk it. Your body knows.

If you can, buy a large umbrella and walk holding it. Studies say that predators are less likely to attempt an attack on someone that could fight back. Keys around your knuckles is fine but you’ll need to get very close to do damage. Umbrellas are more precise.

Avoid wearing headphones if you are alone on an empty street. Look aware.

Again: Stay. Away. From. Walls.

Entering an uber alone? Call your father (or anyone you trust) and say “hey dad! Yep, I’m almost there, I’m sending you the route.” outloud. Then proceed to send them the route so they can follow the uber drive. This will most likely intimidate the predator.

If you see someone in an uncomfortable or possibly dangerous situation, walk up to them and say “Betty, oh my god, I haven’t seen you in so long!”. If she gets slightly confused, you can whisper and let her know you’re trying to help and that she should follow along. Walk together to another station or away from where you are. The man will most likely not follow. I have done this one 2 times and can be very helpful.

If you are unsure she needs help, you can pass her a note saying something like “hey, I noticed this man beside you is making you uncomfortable. If you’d like help, fake a sneeze right now and I will come up to you and pretend we are friends.” This is a long note, but its an example. Be discrete. If she follows along, proceed with the previous tip. This is helpful when you’re in a crowded train and you notice harassment.

Help your sisters. Trust them. Trust yourself. Be safe.

[goodgirl81]

If you ever feel unsafe or need help, anyone is welcome to run upto me and ask me for help! I’ll go all mama bear and keep you safe!!!

[v1b3ch3ckl0s3r]

https://docs.google.com/document/d/166g6Vo8Fb9H3FIZF2H6faEBHtFQSf7nVn_QxcJ9NMi0/edit?usp=sharing

I made this google doc covering 14 different self defense tips and tricks. it was made on January 15th, 2020 so it was before I decided I’d come back to tumblr jhjshdbjfh.

[aprilslady]

My mum’s go-to was if you’re wearing heels and you have to walk home, take your heels off and hold them in your hand so you can hit someone with them

[lys-writes-and-stuff]

I think it's really interesting how we, as a society, are so invested in other people's pain. Our constant consumption of content is focused primarily on other's trials and tribulations. In our books and movies and songs and television shows, the most popular content is that which is based in pain.

So the only question left to ask is why do we love pain so much?

Could it be because is easier to relate to because we've all felt pain in some way, shape, or form? It seems to be a right of passage in our society, especially amongst youth where we spend our days comparing the battle scars on our hearts. For those of us who have braved worse conditions than our peers must surely be superior. Yet, we wish to erase our pain. It's paradoxical and paramount to how we view the world around us.

Or is it because negativity and pain are what inspire our twisted minds. What bares the soul more raw than being broken, repeatedly and ruthlessly torn apart until there nothing left but a shell of who we once were and the subsequent sea of emotions that take over like a tsunami. I can't breathe underwater and I never learned how to swim.

So maybe we tell ourselves that we wish to live happy and boring lives because we're too afraid of how sadness and anger fuel our creativity. Notice that seldom is there great work inspired by happiness and contentment. I've always told my friends not to be worried, it's easier to write from a place of sadness or anger or hopelessness than from contentment and now I think I understand why.

What is happiness without sadness? What is passion without loss? And if we don't know pain, how can we know healing? The sweet rush of relief that fills us. We don't live for either side, but merely to experience the whole spectrum. We wish the let life take its own course as the universe breaks us and pieces us back together again. It's agony, slowly and sweetly sucking out our souls and then giving us life again all to experience the exhilaration and the emotions, but the question still remains: why?

That answer is simple: to understand what it means to be human.

[lys-writes-and-stuff]

It never fails to amuse me how people constantly say that romance is dead. And while they might believe they understand, it only seems there are none to blame but the hopeless romantics. I don’t mean to judge. I, too, was once hopeless. Finding solace and exhilaration in fantastical dreams of being swept off my feet was a daily routine. That was before. Now, with a heavy heart and tired eyes, I know. I’ve learned. There was a boy, not too long ago, that taught me romance – real romance—isn't something hopeless, or unenergetic like stale poetry, or futile like canned compliments. Instead, it is something that lives in your heart, growing until it consumes you. Romance can make the world exponentially brighter some days. It can be a reason to continue on every day, for love is healing. 

But as with anything, there can also be a dark side. Depending on how you like your cup of tea: with milk and sugar, or black and a splash of whiskey. Yes, romance can be dark, dangerous. Romance can be deadly. Now, most of you may be afraid, but there’s a dark soul peppered in here and there who will agree part of romance’s — love’s — beauty is its deadliness, its risk. There is something beautiful about the darkness. It’s something ineffable, unattainable. Something only the curious ones will go looking for and never regret the day they did. 

[lys-writes-and-stuff]

People often ask me why I write. Now, I wrote a poem about this, but I think it’s better if I explain it like this. 

I write for the same reason I read: to transport myself somewhere else. Writing lets me take a break from the world as it is while I dream up a new one. It gives me power when I feel powerless; I have the ability to shape a world in the ways I see fit. Most of all, though, I write to express myself. (Yes, I know it sounds corny, but it’s so true) For the writer, regardless of your specialty — be it poetry, short stories, novels, or plays — words are more than our craft, they are our heart and soul. Everything we write comes from somewhere within us. It can be something small like a thought that pops up one afternoon and stays with us as we write, or a deep dark truth that is the very core of who we are. Writing is my solace, my craft, my challenge, my soul, and my flesh and bones.

[yourwritinghelp]

Money will keep you alive but passion will give you a reason to live

[lonestar-ghost]

And when there is no money left, passion is all you feed off of

[lys-writes-and-stuff]

because, at the end of the day, passion is food for the soul

so do what you love, the money will sort itself out, but if your not doing what you love there’s no point in life

[lys-writes-and-stuff]

please forgive me,

but being around you

is driving me to

insanity

- Lys

[lys-writes-and-stuff]

I look up to the stars above me

and it stretched for miles

the beautifully woven tapestry

crafted in the sky

i wished i could reach up and touch it

and i could never tell you why

there was something about the sight before me

the stars way up high

truth be told,

i don’t know myself

but there seemed to be something old

as though they held secrets

never to be told

- Lys

[lys-writes-and-stuff]

A Lesson in Friendships

you know what?

i was fine

sitting alone

i didn’t mind

that you left me

but what i didn’t find

to be amusing was when you interrogated me

like i was some kind

of criminal

just for making my own decisions

and sure,

friends tend to stick together

but i, forgive me, but i

would never

do something i’m uncomfortable with

simply for the sake of being friends forever

and i

don’t know why

you can’t seem to understand that i

just didn’t want to

i don’t mean to antagonize you

i’m merely just confused

about how it eludes you

that i don’t why i feel the way i do

because surely, if i knew

you would trust me to tell you

and i wish that I could say

that this was the first time

i’ve felt this way

but it’s not

in fact, almost 5 months ago today

i felt the exact same way

and i wrote another poem

inspired by that day

a different one

that i will likely never show you

passed it off as character development

because i didn’t want to express my lament

because i was scared

this poem was too different

too honest was what it was

and the fool i am

for ignoring it because

sure enough

almost 5 months later

i pay for this little failure

with my happiness

- Lys

[lys-writes-and-stuff]

There are times

when the world is so dark,

but remember that life is like a story

one that follows a plot arc

and so in your time of worry

you can always know

there’s a light at the end of the tunnel

even if it doesn’t show

- Lys

[lys-writes-and-stuff]

you don’t know who i am

i love you from afar

i stand here on the sidewalk

as you drive by me in your new car

and as i stand here in the rain

i wish i could be with you

for as the raindrops run down my face

i realize tears are falling too

- Lys

[lys-writes-and-stuff]

Drift into Darkness

I exhale.

Let go.

Let myself drift into darkness.

I sleep.

Sleep softly and let myself imagine.

For beyond what we see, lays a world.

I can see.

Images floating all around,

The world in it's entangled state.

I focus in on one, as if it has been chosen for me.

Something catches my eye.

Two bright red cones in the snow,

contrasting harshly with the soft white ground.

And slowly, it disappears

I look up.

My eyes now open, gazing

at the city in the distance,

where I long to be.

Recognition fills me as I see the familiar shops and restaurants,

And once again, it fades away.

The sight before me becomes naught but little blurs of multicoloured light.

Slowly, it fades to black.

I realize

I am awake now.

Awake and alone.

As I sit up, the dizziness hits me from blood rushing to my head.

Once again, I feel lonely.

I long for the quiet strength given to me by the scene I had just left.

The shops and the city lights.

The colours.

The cold.

The peace.

It's all I want:

Peace.

I close my eyes again and I exhale.

Let go.

Let myself drift into darkness.

I sleep.

And as I sleep I yearn for the place I once was.

- Lys

[mmmm-books]

I love this so much. This needs to be more widely recognised!!

@maggie-stiefvater

[chochxng-gone-deactivated202101]

y’all act like just because tumblr doesn’t really have celebrities or because blue check marks don’t exist, that there isn’t an elitist system in play. y’all act like tumblr is an untouchable area of quirky kids when, in reality, a good portion of tumblr’s users won’t follow someone without a a nice url or a nice icon, and some who won’t even follow someone without a canon url. even if you love their content, you won’t reblog anyone’s stuff except your close circle of friends - while reblogging posts about needing to support content creators. y’all only want to support the content creators with canon urls who have half a million followers.

you’re just as vain as instagrammers and i wish y’all would just admit it.

[lys-writes-and-stuff]

A Night by the Water

A poem inspired by The Great Gatsby

I stand there

Looking out at the water

And I see it

The green light

The clouds part

As if

to make way for its brightness

It calls to me

Hand outstretched

Longing

Wishing

Waiting

I feel as if I could almost reach it

So close,

yet so far away

It crawls against the surface 

of the rippling water

the colours bleeding

edging towards me inch by inch

It calls out to me

like a siren to a sailor

lost at sea

Drawn

I yearn to reach it

But I cannot

It’s too far

Desperate

Determined

I must reach it

The only way

I jump

The waves greet me

The darkness holds me

And I think only of the green light.

- Lys

[imjustascaredlilgirl]