legacy to leave, but if I can leave just one impression upon the face of this earth, I will leave my story.
I was but one of hundreds of thousands of faces forever branded with the scarlet letter of the 21st century, irredeemable in the eyes of many, relegated to a lifetime of...
What would you say?
Would you think of me someday?
Would you think once I depart?
Would you remember from the start?
If I died,
Would you cry?
Would crystal tears form in you eye?
What would be the words you speak,
For comfort that I doubt you'll seek?
I know by now just who...
As tears stream down his cheeks,
Ready to bury his father,
After two long painful weeks.
His father was a soldier,
Brave and strong and true,
Who fought for his country,
For people like me and you.
Slowly he moves towards the grave,
Where his fathers company stood,
and tickles my neck as we gently swing.
Your arm is warm around me, your thumb drawing slow circles on my shoulder sends lazy waves of warmth through my soul.
I wonder if you know what that small caress does to me.
Do you know how much it means?
Your quiet voice blends...
An unnatural light hung over the familiar town of Lowur’s Valley. My skin prickled with the strange feeling of a thousand eyes resting upon me. There was not a whisper to be heard, even the blacksmith’s shop was silent, a rare occurrence...
I just want to be close and hold tight
All you do, is all I need and if it's good for you its good for me, so hold tight
Don't turn away in fear, in this time and in this space, keep us here and hold tight
A tender moment lost in bunches of passionate kisses and light touches...
Love on one side, hate on the other, how is that, which to choose..Like a magnet i'm pulled to your negative, always playing the positive fool.Can't do it but I want to win, you make me crazy, putting bullet's through friend's.What's funny to you makes me want to die, so feed me...
it's dying..Like a love that seems to endYet, perhaps only fading into dormancy.Just as that tree shall burst forth into lifeon some warm spring day.Perhaps that love also never quite dies,But is lying in quietude, stillness..Waiting to be reignited in some brilliant ray of...
christian boy. Always taught to treat women like the princesses they are. He knew he was lucky. Dad was a powerful, imposing man, but he was confident in himself, so much so that he allowed his vulnerability to be seen.
He danced with his little girl at Father Daughter dances...
I think what hurts the most ..
Is when you give your all ..
To someone ..
Through thick ..
Through thin ..
Through big ..
Thought small ..
Thought hard ..
Through easy ..
Through the day ..
Through the night ..
You're there for them ..
You stick with them ..
No matter what...
I'm feeling cold,
I get the shakes.
My breathing slows,
My eyes roll back,
The colours around me,
They fade to black.
Inside my head,
I feel at peace,
The pain and turmoil,
Seem to cease.
I feel a shock,
An electric pulse,
It hits my chest,
I feel my heart convulse.
I have loved you; it seems, since the beginning of time – so deeply it feels impossible to have begun with my relatively insignificant life. My longing burns when we are apart and consumes when we are together. The more I have of you, the more I want of you, until all that is...
remnants of things remain... spoken, felt... yet much left unsaid, she tries in vain to understand, to make sense of it all... something... but her thoughts continue... muddied... and her words have little voice of their own...
I came out of the milk-house wearing a old coat with strips of bright red material pinned (with big, yellow ducky diaper pins) to the hand-me-down, mismatched buttoned coat. The red is to protect me from deer hunters should I get out near the big woods...
but they forget, but what if a dream remains as a memory that you can't forget?Imagine you wake up, but you are still asleep.Projections of reality, familiar images, yet they feel so different.But what happens when you know that you are dreaming? Can you decide which way you...
If you do not write of things from deep within your own heart, your mind and your soul,
What’s the use of churning out so many words?
Unless you got lost on purpose
Would you have ever gotten this far?
There's no way
We can't hold it back ~
Why, then, do...
of season. There is strength in the newness, the youth. There’s power in the struggle to grow and become. It’s a vibration in the clean, sweet scent of the air around us. Then there is you with your own personal scent. Warm and masculine. I breathe you in and you pull me...
I'm on my own,
The sky is dark,
I'm all alone.
But I can feel,
The phantom hands,
My body shakes,
My heart it pounds.
The day is clear,
It swarms my head,
It makes me numb,
I'm made of lead.
I cannot move,
I cannot scream,
I cannot escape,
This horrid dream.
speedily maneuvering through the furniture. I zip through the door, shutting as I leave. My pace fastens, until i outbreak into a full out run. Knowing I have know time to waste, if it was true what he said....then Oliver would have ended up at Borgan hills apartment building...
me.I didn’t care about your existence.I just want a little conversation/chat.But now…I get closer, to the point that I can’t control anymore.You captured my soul with your veracity.Knowing your secrets, holding me close to you.For it was not into my ear that...
that have become a huge part of my life ♥♥
Sometimes I feel like I'm alone,
I feel depressed and blue,
But in my heart I know I'll be fine,
Because I found a friend like you.
True friendship has it's ups and downs,
It's good times and it's bad,
But we'll be strong, get...
The weary sun this day does not rise
as the earth is rent in twain
by a booming blare spawned from a sickly horn.
Ragged hands wrapped in beads of Rosary
scrape their way up the fleshy earth.
A man near the opened earth, of no religion does he ascribe
who days ago did laugh...
It takes you on a short walk, reunites youWith the child within...Yet makes you feel so old!It points to where it all beganAnd, to the small footprints that show, and prove,How little, since then, you've actually movedBecause, here you are...back!And you know you'll come...
I'm a dummy, I'm a clone,
I'm a prisoner in my misery,
A stranger in new territory.
I feel sadness, I feel pain,
The tears upon my cheeks do stain,
You words they hurt me like a knife,
They effect the way I look at life.
I'm here, I'm not,
I took a shot,
I tried my best but...
Will live a life of crime that not even the law can end. Will spend the rest of our life's in the road,running from this dark world. Our journey will bring a burden to the people who don't want to let reality go but joy to the people who do.Ill show you a life without reality...
her cheek blurred as salt filled tears fall soaking one spot on her silky blouse that made her a lady. Her neck and chest flushed by the heat of emotion as desperation bellows from her core.
Slouched like a child in a large brown arm chair, she gazes off lost in a familiar...
the photos, the memories, placed them in a box and tied it with a beautiful red bow. She tucked the box away, lost in the attic of her mind. Maybe one day when she was old, her skin aged with the wrinkles of life and experience, she'd find the box, carefully open it...
before winter break for this story contest (I won, though). The theme was to make your own little fairy tale or something similar to that. I just found a copy the other day in my attic, as well as a violin I hadn't seen in ages. So yeah, haha. Excuse the bad grammar and all that...
and a well worn path we choose again and again to tread, when it all comes to a sudden end, we trip and then we scratch our heads...wonder where the sidewalk went, before too long we're back on our feet, stumbling down that same old street.
You are a part of me. My heart beats to your name.
Perhaps it always will. It will always beat in longing of you. It will echo in your absence, in the void you left behind.
Your name still shoots fire within me. Your memory threatens to consume me.
Will you remember me when...
if this will be the year I find my soul mate to love and enjoy.A woman like no other, that makes my heart yearn for hers,like a boy craves his favorite toy. Come to me now,step out of my dreams,come into my life.Become my wonderful everything!