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Happy Embryologist Day

The Science Behind Life’s Quietest Beginnings Today is World Embryologist Day, and I found myself looking back at the experiences that first brought me closer to this remarkable field. Last year, I completed my Embryology & Andrology training, gained hands-on experience with laboratory te

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I randomly started writing about a stray cat sitting on a fence, waiting to be fed… and somehow it became a poem about quiet companionship. 🐈‍⬛ I used to feed stray cats and raccoons, so maybe that memory was hiding somewhere inside me. The ending surprised me most: “My stray cat— I’ll fe

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A Shadow Cast by Light

Sometimes a shadow is not proof that darkness won. Sometimes it is proof that the light still reaches you. 🖤 This piece felt darker at first, but the ending became unexpectedly hopeful. What does a shadow represent to you—fear, memory, grief, or growth? #Blynnwrites #OriginalWriting

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Brightly Beautiful

Somewhere today, I wrote this contemporary prose, and I wanted to share it with you. A simple play on words that somehow led me to you. ~Blynnwrites #poety #blynnwrites #writingsfromtheheart #love #lovequotes

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Went for a spontaneous ride

#emergingcreator Found more free libraries I think I might be obsessed now!! Found such great books met amazing people. Delighted in this new journey of book hunting with people. I found a puzzle one it was so adorable I got one puzzle I didn’t know people would trade puzzles!!! S

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Music all around us

🎵#Poetry 🌙 #WritingCommunity 💜 #MusicLovers 📖 #Blynnwrites Tonight I sat quietly on my back porch with nothing but music and the summer air. Somewhere between one song and the next, I remembered this poem from In the Dark, We All Cry. It’s strange how music remembers us long before we re

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Exploring

Dear Wildflowers, 🌿📚 I’ll be honest—I went on a little adventure here in Texas. Have you ever heard of Free Little Libraries? Lately I’ve been seeing them all over TikTok and other social platforms, and I finally decided to explore them for myself. They are every bit as magical as they

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Scooby Doo Pinball

On a regular coffee run, I stumbled upon a unique place filled with pinball machines from years past. Honestly… I sucked. 😂 But I was having a great time, laughing at every missed shot and enjoying the adventure. Sometimes the best memories aren’t about being good at something—they’re about l

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Shadow Blades

#emergingcreator #blynnwrites A few tools were drying on the sink. Watching the shadows they cast, I started thinking about blades of grass. I hope you enjoy a little darkness. This one has been sitting quietly in my writing archives for a few months. Shadow Blades The bathroom li

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Echoes Beneath the Surface

Along the neon sky My life drifts beneath the water. Music speaks through vibrations, illuminating the silence until even light becomes frustration. Melodies gather among the droplets, echoing through my ears while I remain suspended beneath the water. A momentary lapse. The weight o

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Time Is Older Than Language ✨

#emergingcreator Emerging Creator 🍃 I entered my first writing challenge with a simple prompt: Woodlands. As someone with a background in biology, I couldn’t stop thinking about how forests communicate beneath our feet through hidden fungal networks, sharing nutrients, warnings, and life

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Just a girl & her coffee.

Hello My Wildflowers, I am writer behind blynnwrites this is a coffee date with my father for Father’s Day. I meant to post this but got an allergic reaction that day! Totally forgot everything else, the life of a simple human so it seems. A little about me, I don’t wear makeup due to allerg

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Poem: The Disappearing Act of You

Sometimes the hardest part isn’t losing someone. It’s learning to trust the beautiful things they say. This poem was born from quiet self-doubt, black coffee, and the fear that love might disappear before it ever truly begins. “The Disappearing Act of You.” 🖤🌙 ~Blynnwrites 🥀🌹🥰 #emergi

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The Space Between Wonder

#emergingcreator There are nights when questions become louder than answers. This piece was written from that quiet place—the space between curiosity, uncertainty, faith, and becoming. If you’ve ever stayed awake wondering who you’re meant to become, perhaps these words are for you.

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✨ The Lost Inadequacy

Some journeys are measured in years. Some in cycles. Some in hope. For every woman questioning, waiting, grieving, healing, or dreaming of what could be—know that you are not alone. And sometimes the richest things we create are not born from our bodies, but from our hearts. 🩷 A poem by

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Happy Father’s Day ❤️🇺🇸

Today I’m sharing a collection of poems I wrote for my father, a United States Marine Corps veteran. Most of the images featured in this collection are artistic mockups created to accompany the poems and the emotions behind them. However, one image holds a special place in my heart—the Marine po

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My Dad

Happy Father’s Day This poem is for my dad. The teachings of a Marine never truly leave. They become stories, habits, lessons, and quiet pieces of wisdom carried from one generation to the next. My father taught me strength, resilience, and how to keep moving forward when life becomes diff

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Goodnight, Zombie

A poem from me to you. Use your imagination to follow through. The rest is up to you. 🌙 ~Goodnight, Zombie~ A pretty lady walking at midnight. Fog swarms her fashion. She says, “Okay, I love you, goodnight,” to a misty sleepless zombie drifting from the sky. Frogs a

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Eve and the Apple of Blame

Have you ever created something and wondered if the world was ready to hear it? I have. Sometimes I write a poem and let it sit for weeks or months because I question whether people will understand where I’m coming from. The truth is, they won’t always understand. And I’m slowly learnin

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Before I Called It Love

There’s something inside of me. That much is certain. Something without a name, without shape, without mercy. A thing that festers quietly, burning beneath my ribs like a secret trying to survive. I wish it would end. This ache. This thing I try so hard to hate. Yet somehow, I c

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Writer of quiet truths & emotional depth. https://blynnwrites.substack.com