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Strange TidesYour love very much reminded me
of the ocean;
Crashing into my heart
like it is the seashore during a hurricane,
like the waves of low tide.
You told me your mind was distracted
by other things,
But it wasn't things
you were distracted by.
I hope she’s worth it.
What is Love?With love, hurt is unavoidable,
But should we stop loving just for fear of getting hurt?
I feel as if I'm falling too hard, too fast,
Yet as if I couldn't be falling fast enough.
Love? Oh, what even is love?
Is it checking every few minutes for your reply?
Is it the butterflies you set loose in my stomach?
Is it the comfortable warmth of being cared for?
If this is love, then do you love me?
Mermaid's Monologue For LoveI'm floating over where I should be standing
Fins are what I have, no feet for demanding
I dream about being touched upon my shoulders
As you let me know you are there
Why do I dream of love at such a young age?
Blush marks appear on my face
As I daydream about what you would provide for me
Embracing myself with arms crossing my waist
If only I could have a taste
Of the possible good things you may offer
For our relationship~
My hair tosses about in the oceans waves
The wind the earth would receive is different
Underneath the dirt and trees
My brown eyes filled with enthusiastic hope
My heart beats as if you've already arrived
Yet that is not so unto my eyes
As I hug myself, I picture you near me
My eyes close for sleepiness and wanting you
Wanting my love near my side
Before the Earth collects the ocean's tide
Blush marks redden more than usual
I open my eyes as I gaze at the moon
Before I drift off to sleep
To ease my high school conscience
Are you there to kiss my troubles each
your namethree months from now, i'll look back on this and think
"i can't believe i ever wrote your name on my desk."
but until then, i'll keep scratching it in,
over and over,
until it makes a dent,
in my heart.
018. LovePaper planes
onto my desk
from across the room.
to a smiling face
that blooms like flowers.
You can call it chemistry,
but I'd like to call it love.
My Try At RomanceRoses are red
Violets are blue
What a wonderful smile
God drew for you
My blood is red
But on the inside blue
As your heart beat
My love only grew
Your blush is red
My eyes are blue
With a flash that
Gentle hue, my worries flew
Our lips are red
The sky is blue
Together with you
I feel not one pulse...
Today's HoroscopeA tender smile forms upon his lips
as I laugh, trying to get the hair
out of my face.
He perks in enjoyment as I ask for help,
needing him to fix my seemingly
never ending predicaments.
All I notice when the sun blinds him
is the green specks that appear
with the brown nothingness in his eyes.
When we sing as a group,
I can hear his baritone sink in
even if he's miles away.
We've both been lonely a while,
I with empty promises and
he with absolutely nothing. Hopefully,
God will smile upon this friendship,
that Today's Horoscope said would
Brown Eyes Aren't BoringThe cigarette fog is clearing out
And all I see are unhappy people
So many unhappy people.
This weight is pulling me down.
Rest my head.
Baby all I see are those brown eyes.
Twinkling in this sunlight.
I never seen such beautiful eyes.
Break the Mold09-12-14
Break the mold,
I want to be told,
"I'll be the one that you'll hold,"
For I no longer want to be cold...
I feel at home and cozy and warm and loved and--
I could go on and on and on and on and on--
I can feel my heart beating and warming my chest but--
No butterflies in my stomach just the fluttering of my heart when I--
I can feel my breath being taken away every time I--
When I'm with you
C.MYour smile makes me melt in ways
that I've only imagined of; haunting
my nights with the midnight ticking
of what your musical lips whispering
a lullaby to me.
A mystery that that keeps me on
the edge of wanting more each time
that I see you; to figure out everything
about you, to see that you are human
just like I am.
Your name pops into my thoughts while
the streets are full of darkness
that sends the winds to blow the coldest
storm man kind has ever known of. The
ice wraps around my body like the flames
on the sun.
Ponders of thoughts of your sunny lips
begin to make my winter lips thaw out;
from the glaze that fell upon my body.
I hold on to the thought that you and
me could be together like the moon
and the stars.
Don'tDon't expect me to believe I'm beautiful,
If I know you won't always find me that way.
Don't tell me how funny I am,
Because eventually you'll stop laughing at my jokes.
Don't call me nice or kind,
And use it as an excuse to walk all over me.
Don't write to me that you love me,
Love is a promise I know you won't keep.
I know what will happen,
It's what always happens.
I suppose I'm just dull.
The TrundlerThe waste land behind the fire station is always silent. No birds sing there, and even the wild rabbits and feral cats avoid it. Weedy wildflowers nod their seasonal heads in the breeze. Lying fallow in the midst of housing developments, shopping malls, the new movie theater — the vacant lot stands out like a knife wound on a woman’s placid face, shocking, brazen, ugly.
It is always empty. Except for one thing: a ragged heap of old trash, all nasty black tar paper and vicious snarls of rusted wire, car parts and broken glass and other junkyard jetsam. The embodiment of injury waiting to happen, an invitation to a tetanus shot... the city never hauled it away. No one ever wants anywhere near it; it radiates an eerie sense of calculating watchfulness.
And at night, it wanders.
When darkness falls, and the last cars heading into the hives of tract housing stop illuminating the asphalt with moving-picture shadows, it… unfolds. Bitter, broken tangles, grotesquely mov
Inspector Wolf The old lady was dead. I could smell it before I even got into the house. The whole place reeked of adrenaline, sweat, fear, copper and steel. He’d dropped her right in her living room. Chopped and chopped until she stopped moving. But I could tell I was getting close. This had been done in a hurry, and the killer didn’t have the time to clean up after himself like he usually did.
Across the room, the phone rang. The shrill sound set my teeth to grinding, but I ignored it. Instead I followed the killer’s bloody footprints into the back bedroom. He’d climbed out the window. If I hurried, I could catch up to him and end this disgusting spree he was on.
Then the answering machine kicked in. “Hi, Gramma! It’s Red. Sorry I’m running late. I kind of lost track of time. But don’t worry. I packed the picnic and I’m heading out the door right now. Love you.”
She’d been expec
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