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I get jealous easily
And I fall quickly.
Sometimes too quickly.
I am weak
I am naive,
I trust others easily
I get hurt just as fast.
I am so weak.
I can become addicted
Not to the taste of drugs.
I have become so addicted
To the taste of your kisses,
To the feel of your skin against mine.
To the feelings of loneliness...
That are no longer there.
She lay on her bed, staring at the ceiling. Her phone was right beside her because she was waiting for one text.
I'm coming over. Now.
Her thoughts surrounded her like a thick fog. "You're too needy." They tell her.
"You need to find more friends."
"They don't care about you."
"You're all alone."
"You push away everybody who ever did care."
"Your mother raised a Bitch, a coward. A slut."
She turned over and buried her face in her pillow. The tears were already flowing and the scream was building up in her chest fast. Her jaw clenched and the anger, pain and loneliness pushed its way out of her with a lot of fo...
I want to scream.
The pain I feel in my chest,
It's just unbearable.
For one night
I slept beside someone.
I wasn't alone.
I woke up multiple times,
Afraid I'd wake up
I miss not being alone.
I fell asleep to the sound of laughter and I had a smile on my face. So much has changed and it was mostly for the better, but there would always be bad in the world. Nothing could change that.
Despite everything she did feel at home. With my oldest niece sleeping above her in the bunk bed and my youngest niece sleeping in the crib in front of her, and of course her nephew was sleeping in his tent in the next room. The most important thing was that her sister and soon-to-be brother-in-law were in their room down the hall, happy and in love with each other.
For the first time in a long time I didn't feel alone and I felt happy again. Yes I have worries but they were left behind in London t...
October 10, 2010.
A litter of 10 Nova Scotia Duck Tolling Retrievers came into this world. In this bunch was one tiny little puppy who couldn't walk straight. He became my favourite puppy! We soon found out that he was deaf and that made me love him even more.
As he grew I would spend all the time I could with him. I would even be found asleep with the little guy curled up beside me. He got so big in the 6 months he was with us and he was so good!
Despite the constant noise when he was alone in his cage that you insisted he stayed in at night he was still my best friend. Despite his deaf ears he listened to my body language better than the others listened to commands....
I got the inspiration to do this from Rudy Francisco.
My Honest Poem
I was born on January 19th.
That makes me a Capricorn.
Society says I am so many different things
I am part of a huge group.
Lumped in with the other people who just happened to be born between December 21st and January 19th.
I weigh 135 pounds
I love to swim
And I'm a sucker for a boy with a nice smile and sandpaper hands.
I'm still learning how to whisper.
People have been drowning out my voice so long
I've gotten so used to being loud to be heard.
I was born into a broken home.
My mother and father were separated before I was even conceived.
I grew up with the knowledge I was unwante...
She sits at her computer, reads her friends stories, poems, writing. Tears stream down her face, it doesn't matter how hard she tries it doesn't matter how much she feels. She'll never be that good, she'll never read her stories or poems and just think 'Wow!'
To her it doesn't seem fair, to them it just comes naturally. No matter how hard she tries she can't write anything that's worth it. If she read it over it won't ever see the light of day. To her it never sounds right. She'll ask for advice but all she gets is a half-hearted, "It sounds good." This always seems to lower her confidence instead of giving her some.
Her chest hurts from the pain she feels inside, why does she have to...
She sat there in her room, book open in front of her. The words danced on the pages, and wolves danced in the snow as if the new cold snow was the best thing to ever happen to them. Wolfey smiles on their furry faces, trees surrounded their play area.
Wrapped up in the pages of her book she could almost see the wolves in front of her, the cold wind on her face. The freedom the wolves felt. In a way, she lived vicariously through her stories. Escaped from real life between the pages of her books, and experienced adventures through the characters between the covers.
Emotions leaped off the page and affected her moods, she cried through the hard times and laughed at the funny ones. With e...
As I lay here looking at you on my laptop screen, I see it in your eyes the pain you refuse to let me help you heal.
As I lay here feeling guilty for the happiness I can't make you feel, I lay here with tears that threaten to flow free.
As I lay here looking at you on my laptop screen, I wanna console your pain.
As I lay here I realise, you won't let me heal your pain.
My eyes couldn't see?
Would I have missed the sadness around me and ignored the tremors in "I'm okay"?
Would I have been able to know beauty?
Would others still see beauty in me?
My ears couldn't hear?
Would I still know the sound of a breaking heart?
Would I still know the echo of a heart-wrenching cry?
Would others still get mad at me for being too loud?
I never existed?
Would those who I've tried to help in my life still have been helped?
Would those who I've talked to for hours just to make sure they lived still have made it through?
Would my parents have lived happier lives?
I disappeared today?
A piece of me was missing,
I somehow walked away from it.
After hours of crying,
Tears of loss,
Somebody returned that missing piece.
It's slowly being mended,
Stitch by stitch.
Maybe one day,
We'll be whole again.
Her head hit the pillow and she felt the exhaustion set into her body. Felt like her bones were melting into the mattress and the blankets were locking her into place. Even if she wanted to get up, exhaustion held her hostage in her own bed.
Even though exhaustion wanted her to sleep her brain said that there were more pressing matters at hand. She had things on her mind that needed to be thought through.
Her mind wandered the dark room with her senses. There wasn't much to see as it was dark but she felt the blankets on her bare skin and the dog at her feet. He was always at her feet, that was comforting. She could always count on him to listen to her sob and just try to comfort her with...
Somehow the silence,
It still drowned out the music.
She looked around,
Not a person around.
Now and forever.
I think we need some time apart.
Whenever I see you,
You're always with sadness
It bothers me.
Maybe after a while you can come back,
Don't bring sadness with you, okay?
We'll always be friends
You two together?
It's not good for me.
I was caught. Naked in his bath tub, naked in his apartment. As I was gathering my maids outfit off the floor and hurriedly putting it on, he walked in. His belt already undone, the intention of emptying his bladder was the only thing on his mind. Till he saw the naked woman in his bathroom.
His mouth dropped open and he was unmoving. His eyes roamed my body from head to toe as I stood there naked, my breasts exposed and nothing but a tiny piece of lace covering the sweet spot between my legs. There I was, practically naked and dripping bath water on his floor. The floor that I had cleaned before taking my forbidden bath.
I walked over to grab a towel off the shelf with as m...