Ute Luppertz ✨

Joined March 2024

55 stories

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Seeker of Mysteries - Poet - Animal Lover - Wisdom Keeper 🌿

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Dark Avalanche
What can I say when the lights go out - pitch black. I stumble into the mud, the underworld. Blindness deeper than despair.
By Ute Luppertz ✨ about 5 hours ago in Poets
Stranger Things
Do you ever wake up, only to discover you’re in a strange dream? The furniture sits where it always has, yet the air smells different, as if I have never been here before. The clothes still fit, but I can’t feel them on my skin.
By Ute Luppertz ✨ 8 months ago in Poets
Deception
What can I say When words go missing Like fugitives Making my throat swell up With unspoken truth The accomplices of the lies
By Ute Luppertz ✨ 11 months ago in Poets
Inferno Of Darkness
Black veils Gray corridors Lost in the labyrinth The abyss Where am I? No mirrors, just shadows in the ruins of a life that has become Ghost Town
By Ute Luppertz ✨ 12 months ago in Poets
Pitch Black
It’s that time of year again when the jingles drown out the deafening noise inside. Dark Santa, is that you? Or is it your devil brother in the crib?
By Ute Luppertz ✨ about a year ago in Poets
Taste of Red
Red pulses through me - oozing through my skin, my pores, my heart with Dragon breath Flames consume me - The dance, the beat, the rhythm — don’t make it stop
By Ute Luppertz ✨ about a year ago in Poets
My Immortal Dog — A Love Story. Top Story - January 2025.
Shiva You were the light of my life and the love of my soul. Coming from the shelter many years ago, we both embarked on a journey unlike any other I have ever known.
By Ute Luppertz ✨ about a year ago in Poets
Search for the Holy Grail
I’ve been slaying dragons on my journey to the underworld, where the goblins whisper doubts into my ears — Why am I here? What’s wrong with me? Am I worthy? Why me? It’s not fair.
By Ute Luppertz ✨ about a year ago in Poets
Wind Song
In the quiet chambers of the heart live the voices whispering to the soul — the wisdom keepers — they know the secrets The eternal rhythm— the dance of ecstatic abandon
By Ute Luppertz ✨ about a year ago in Poets
Star Dust
I hear the whispers when darkness descends Hush, hush — can you hear me? Be still with your thoughts and feel the silent song
By Ute Luppertz ✨ about a year ago in Poets
I Never Met Her, But She Gave Me A Gift. Top Story - November 2024.
My grandmother passed away two weeks after I was born. She was only fifty-seven years old. Her name was Barbara. So, what's the story? My mother and her two sisters were born as illegitimate children — the scarlet letter that haunted my mom throughout her life. The sisters grew up in a stout Catholic neighborhood. Everyone went to Sunday mass and whispered behind the girls' backs.
By Ute Luppertz ✨ about a year ago in Families
The Ocean
Lost Sometimes, I forget my beating heart and wander around aimlessly with my mind trapped in its hamster wheel and life becomes dull and heavy
By Ute Luppertz ✨ about a year ago in Poets