Unspoken promises
Made in lovers beds.
Formed in the mingling breaths,
The shared sweat,
The lust.
Promises of forever, renewed
With each kiss
With every touch,
With each and every deft and hurried movement.
The passion gives way to more.
Frantic movement
Both needing more of each other.
Lust to love.
A one night stand,
To forever.
Neccessity,
Mistaken for passion.
But for no more than a split second.
Spent in each others arms,
The unspoken promises of the lovers,
Are Broken.
Until another night.
I can finally hear our old song, and for the first time in ages, not feel a thing. Unknown
I used to avoid everything that might remind me of you.
Songs, movies, books; everything.
And now
Finally, Im free.
I can look at our pictures,
Listen to our old song,
Talk openly about you,
And feel fine.
And not feel as if theres a
Hole the size of Pluto
Opening again
And
Again
Inside my chest
Whenever I see you.
I guess time heals all wounds
Because Ive forgiven you,
But Ill NEVER forget.
I wont forget
I refuse to forget.
Ive taken baby steps to get here.
N
Guilt
Its my fault
Not only did I reopen the old wound,
I poured salt, vinegar, and every last ounce of hate into it.
And he didnt flinch.
He was still there for me.
Still trying to help put the broken pieces of my life
Back together.
And all I did was try to squirt lemon juice into his eyes
So I could see him cry.
So I could see him hurt as much as he hurt me.
The thing is, he missed a few pieces of me.
There are those few parts missing
Just about where my heart should be.
It hurts
I cant control the guilt
The shame
Its my fault.
You have a perfectly good reason to be angry.
You say you were my age once.
Fine.
Okay, I get that.
But you werent my age
In the 21st century
In an age where
When there are
TEN
Girls at your school,
Pregnant
Its considered a
Good year.
Or in an age where
Teenage girls are expected
To be as
STICK THIN
As the airbrushed models
That grace the covers of our
Fashion Magazines.
Not because they want to,
But because
SOCIETY
Wants them to be.
THIN
IS
IN!
The covers yell
(Without ever
Saying a word)
You didnt grow up in age
Where if a girl says,
NO!
To her boyfriend,
Shes libel to end up
DEAD
In
You promised me you loved me.
You promised me you wouldnt lie.
You promised me that wed be together for always.
You promised me that you cared for me.
You promised me you would never hurt me.
All of those promises, you broke.
But you cant love me.
Youre gay.
You lied.
Were no longer together.
(So much for forever)
You may say you care for me,
But I wont believe it.
You hurt me worse than anyone ever has
In my entire life.
Ever.
You lied to me.
You stole my heart,
And you broke it into a million pieces.
I hope youre happy.
'Hard Knock Life' FotoFriday by CountryGurl991, literature
Literature
'Hard Knock Life' FotoFriday
No one cares. No one ever has. Thats why Im here in this half a star motel tonight, tryin to get that last drag off of a cigarette that I lifted off of some guy on the street. I havent been able to shave for a week. My white newsboy hat and my brown leather jacket, both worn out and both my only possessions besides the clothes on my back. How I came to be here, my story, if you will, aint for the faint of heart.
My parents never cared for me. They never wanted me. I was the bird shit on their shiny new car of a life. But, thats what all one-night stand babies are, aint they?
So I was in an orphanage
A slip of the tongue,
Unintentional, yet so endearing
"When we get married, I mean
If we get married."
My heart flutters in that
Split second
That it takes for you
To change your words.
You can't see it,
But I'm smiling
You sound so…
Certain.
Almost as if you glimpsed
The future.
Like, you know what will be,
I chuckle.
Not for the reason you think,
That your slip up was amusing to me,
But because,
In that moment,
I realized that I loved you.
And that
If you got down on one knee
And asked me,
This very moment,
To be your bride,
I would whole-heartedly,
Say yes.
But we're only 15
So marriage,
Not an option right
Let's walk on the beach,
And kiss in the rain.
Let's watch the sunset,
And…
And do something that we want to do.
Nothing holding us back.
No inhibitions.
Let's run away,
And not come back.
Leave them to wonder,
What happened to their
Perfect little girl,
Who never did
Anything wrong
In her 16 years.
And their
Obedient little boy who
Always did the right thing.
Who never
Complained about
Anything.
Leave them to wonder,
What happened to the
Kids they raised?
The perfect kids
That never did
Anything
Crazy
or
Impulsive
or
Reckless.
Let's leave
Them,
This tiny town,
Everything,
In the dust.
Chapter One: The Cliffs by CountryGurl991, literature
Literature
Chapter One: The Cliffs
Chapter One
The Cliffs
Forks, Washington. Not a very big town. I don't think that it really is a town, but you know, I'm prone to mistakes. That and almost getting myself killed on a daily basis. The latter more often than the former. I would be dead by now if it weren't for my guardian vampire, Edward. Yes, guardian vampire. As a matter of fact, he had just saved me, yet again. I had tried to turn around and run and just about fallen off a cliff.
He was taking me home in my beat up red truck, so that he could make sure that I didn't drive off the road into some ditch.
My birthday had been today, and as usual, I refused to acknowledge i
She packed her bag and silently stole out her window.
She used to feel happy. Loved. But no longer.
She tried to be perfect.
The perfect daughter,
The perfect sister,
The perfect friend.
She had tried her hardest to let it go.
But nothing felt real. She didn't feel alive.
Everything seemed fake.
Smiles,
Hugs,
Feelings.
She looks back over her shoulder at her sister, one last time.
She jumps into the unknown. The pitch black. The darkness.
She lands, and there's instant pain.
In her legs
In her feet
In her heart.
She had tried to re
Why is it that,
When you smile,
I still get butterflies?
Why is it that,
When we hug,
I never want to let go?
Why is it that,
When I don't see you,
I feel saddened?
Why is it that,
I often find myself,
thinking of you,
When I'm looking at books,
Or listening to music,
Or even just walking?
Why is it that,
Now, I try to put your wants
Ahead of mine?
Why is it?
Could it be... Love?
What is perfect?
Is it blonde hair,
Ocean blue eyes,
And the fairest of skin?
Or is it brown hair,
Emerald green eyes,
And freckles across the nose?
Or is it black hair,
Chocolate brown eyes,
And a darker skin?
To me, none of these are perfect.
To me, perfect is,
A kind heart,
A warm and inviting smile,
And the sweetest of souls.
To me, perfection is not found in
The color of hair,
The color of eyes,
Or even the color of skin.
It's found inside.
Within their hearts and souls.
Depressed, I turn to paper and pen.
Letting all the pain out
I write.
I write
of death,
of hurt,
of betrayal,
of pain
from my heart
to my hand
through the pen
to the paper
my liquid thoughts
appear and dry
I put my heart on paper
for all to see,
to read,
interperate,
scrutinize, and do with as they please.
My liquid thoughts are me.
Verse 1:
Walkin' down the street
Draggin' my feet
Hopin' that I
Don't fall on the ice
One missed step
And I fall back
On to the walk.
"Aw, ain't that great."(Spoken sarcastically)
Refrain:
Winters breath
Blows on my face
And takes me back,
To that place
Chorus:
To that place that I love
To that place where I lived
Oh, So long ago,
To that place where I learned about love
To that place where I watched the snow
Fall from above
To that place where I got my first kiss
Political Maneuvering by HaveTales-WillTell, literature
Literature
Political Maneuvering
Newton's laws of motion, as applied to Capitol Hill:
The 1st Law:
A legislative body at rest remains at rest, and a legislative body in motion remains at rest.
The 2nd Law:
The forcefulness of a protest is based on the size of its membership, multiplied by their level of aggravation. In other words, F = ma.
The 3rd Law:
For every activist, there is an equal and opposite reactionary.
Gail was born on the first of August 1942, the elder of two. She grew up in New York City, marrying by age 22 and producing three children of her own.
She'd tried her first cigarette when she was eleven. That shouldn't surprise you; in those days there wasn't a Surgeon General's warning or for that matter, any other public service messages.
While she enjoyed motherhood well enough, Gail also had a restless spirit; she was happiest when she was working, helping others, or driving her car. Accordingly, just before her 53rd birthday (and with her children grown and flown) she lost forty pounds and fulfilled a lifelong dream: qualifying
11:59 PM
I feel suddenly alone. Plunged into the darkness of life, struggling to get to the surface, struggling to find which way is up. It's like I'm swimming in black and white photograph of water, I open my eyes and see nothing but night. I flail my arms about. Nothing. No response, no one. I swim downward, which is upward, I think.
I'm sucked onto land. Blinded, but breathing. I hear voices. Slurred words. Snaps of branches. Giants steps.
No. Just him. I feel a grasp on my wrists. No, it can't be revealed yet.
Gasps, cries. Whispers. "She doesn't..." "She does."
Tears burst from my eyes.
I see blurs. My tears heal
Behold the terrible majesty of Law
The glorious masterpiece of Regulations
The beautifully ironclad sculpture
That is....
Our schools administration....
Come! Let us frolic in our niceties...
"As long as you are still under the walk limit."
Jump elatedly when the bell rings...
"As long as you are only an inch above the ground."
Boy...happiness doesn't seem so...happy anymore.
Bring out your wild side!
"Just so long as you don't speak above a whisper,
Your clothes aren't too expressive,
Your hair is nary a one our of place,
And you adhere to every rule in the book...
TO THE LETTER!!!"
Ummm...when did school become such a priso
She lures you in with her feline charm,
Blowing puffballs in your direction.
She giggles in that innocent way,
Coercing you into a false security.
When the sparkling pink daisy of doom
Blossoms at her approach...she is plotting you demise.
Beware the dreaded cuddliness!
Beware that malevolent smile!
Run away when she brings her poisoned teas!
Death forever hidden in the mists of swirling black tar.
She is everywhere....waiting.....watching....
In the dark you run frenzied, panicking...
Only to fall under her crooked smile...
Her fuzzy cuteness....
Beware the blighted mistress....
Beware....
Hello Kitty.
Your doors were locked.
I stood
Trembling,
Scratching,
Like an addict
Going into withdrawal.
Books.
I could see them.
Thousands of them.
The only thing separating us
Was glass.
I was in a prose-less prison.
Except I was on the outside
Of the cell,
Looking in.
Free to go, if I chose to.
But, oh!, I couldn't!
Like an addict
I tried to get to my drug.
Like an addict
I tried every route,
Every door.
I even tried the
Book drop!
My eyes darted from
Door to door,
Frantically
"No! This isn't happening!"
Finally defeated, I went away fixless.
I had been turned away from my sanctuary.
My literary haven,
Denied t
So I'm sorry. I haven't put up anything in awhile because, well, I haven't written anything.
Until yesterday!
I will post it for your reading pleasure =)
Comments are appriciated. =P Umm.
Yea.
I got $22 in tips today!! Whoot!!
Last night was horrible.
I pretty much ran away -- but not really
I went to my cousins house and crashed there.
I got my cell phone taken away.
My parents just...
Why??
Anyways...
I'll put more up soon.
I have to go.
So it's been a LONG time since I updated. =/ Sorry.
Well, I guess I've been an uninspired blob of nothingness for the majority of the summer already.
Thank god for FotoFriday!! They got me out of my blob! It was my first submission. =)
I have to go to work.
Mucho Love.