Marianne Lee
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I’m a Korean-Canadian girly who is in love with writing ☺️
I appreciate everyone who gives my writing a read 💙
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I met you at the grocery store
As I was walking around the grocery store, my eyes met with a guy as we were passing by each other. It was intimate. His eyes first introduced himself to me and then be slid into my mental space through my pupils. Whether I liked it or not was questionable but I didn’t hate it. After I got home, he didn’t leave my eyes. He made me feel too many things at once and later on I started bawling my eyes out. As the tears came out of the inner corners of my eyes, he slipped out too. I cried more but this time they were more tears of clarity than confusion. I needed to cry long before I met him but was too numb to it all and he made me realize that in just 2 seconds
By Marianne Lee5 days ago in Writers
Winter mornings
She felt the side of her face sinking deep into her pillow as she woke up from her slumber. It was one of those rare days where she felt well rested. She rubbed the brightness from the sun off her after she opened her eyes. The winter mornings are especially harder to wake up because that means she has to cold plunge her body into the cold air while stepping out from her warm blanket. She counted to three and quickly peeled the blanket off her. She couldn’t wait to jump into the hot shower and get ready for her day. It was going to be a good day.
By Marianne Lee5 days ago in Writers
Green
The springtime makes me think of the colour green because the green stems poke their way out of the cold soil for a nice stretch before the flowers blossom. Indie music makes me think of the colour green because it reminds me of lying on the grass, being stuck in the murkiness of green between feeling gleeful as yellow and sorrowful as blue. Then there is you. You always reminded me of the colour green because you were like the growth before the beauty like the stems of the springtime and you didn’t make me cry nor happy like the way Indie music is. Green is the colour of almost and I almost loved the colour green; I almost loved you.
By Marianne Lee5 days ago in Writers
My crush
I sat down and started writing about my crush. Words seemed to float by the true essence of his presence because describing a man is not nearly as romantic as describing a woman. There are days I wish I could invent new words just so I can feel him through these writings with better precision.
By Marianne Lee5 days ago in Writers
You under the winter sun
Your hair looked like it didn’t have any tangles in them as your curls bounced from the east to the west. They were voluptuous and thick as if they were in ultra high resolution. Your skin looked cold and had a flush of pink on your cheeks and nose as if you had been sun kissed by the brightness of the icy snow. Your eyes looked as if they were full of glitter. They looked painfully condensed and sparkly perhaps from the freezing cold. Winter looks good on you but you don’t look happy during the winter.
By Marianne Lee5 days ago in Writers
