The True Life of an IB StudentIts 3am, and you furiously type out the last few sentences of the 2000 word history essay. Red-eyed, you swear as you continuously misspell words. Every back space is another second you dont get sleep. You finish close up the last sentence and click word-count: 1957 words. Saving the document, you say a little prayer that there arent any typos in your paper, after all, it is due in 5 hours, so you dont have any time to proof read your work. Then, you become angry at yourself for waiting this late to write the essay. Seriously, you think, Ive known about this for months, why did I wait until just now to write it. Shrugging, you fall into bed, too tired to change into pajamas. Slowly sleep begins to take over your mind, until something starts you awake once again: World Literature Paper 1. Its due in a month You close your eyes once again and sigh: Ill start it this weekend.
I miss your touchI miss your touchI miss your touch5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and your gentle caresses,
How you would lightly
Brush your skin to mine,
Your sweet, full lips
And loaded kisses,
And powerful squeezes.
I miss your exploration,
Scouting out my body:
Every crest and valley
With your hand and kiss alike.
I miss your thrusts
and how you swelled within me,
Filled me with love,
But left me so empty.
I miss you so much.
There is a fireThere is a fire within my heart,There is a fire5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A tiny ember choked for air,
Suffocated by ill use and
weary of the routines of life.
It now begins to flourish with
sight and smell of you. Every
moment that I think of you, the
ember catches spark, a burning
passion of love, unreturned.
Love in the Eyes of MenWe are apart often. Our duties keep us so. I have my tasks, and she her own. I do think of her when we are apart, but not often. When my mind is idle, it will stray to her, among many things. These thoughts make me smile for a moment, but then I continue with these chores. When we are together, however, it is different. She is all I can think about, care for, or want. I find myself staring at her, so small and delicate. The thought of her in pain is too much, and I feel the need to protect her at all costs. She is mine... none can have her... none can indulge. O day dream of our lives together. Marriage, a family, our deaths. It all seems too perfect and surreal. Could a person ever be so lucky?Love in the Eyes of Men6 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Maybe that is why it is over now.
AaronYou are the beat to my heartAaron7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The heart to my soul
The love I feel inside
My heart didnt know love before you
But it will now for ever more
My soul didnt know to fly
Until it had yours by its side
You are the "heart shaped box" that holds my heart
The happy tomorrow to my bad today
Love within you
Shows through into me
I love you my darling
for you set me free
a woman's fate - annotatedMy Fate (annotated)a woman's fate - annotated6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
To marry (after all, ninety something percent of the population does)
a man ( lesbian marriage is still frowned upon)
with a perfect ( she cannot help it either)
mother and (who now expects me to live up to her role)
to have kids (as most couples do)
maybe two or three (the average is 2.2)
but perhaps four ( as did my mother, and hers)
to love them (who could resist?)
to cook ( a way to show love to my husband)
to clean ( devotion to my family)
drive the kids to dance ( this country frowns on public transportation)
and football (the boys will refuse to heed my warnings).
Perhaps never to use ( so much here goes wasted)
any college degrees (should have taken Home Ec)
never to resume my ( I felt I wouldn't)
former hobbies ( I could sing, draw, write, and sculpt)
to have no wish (that's not in the job description)
for a career ( no room between 6 and midnight for a 9 to 5).
To push back (against collapse)
and hide my feelings (they'd intrude on the hugs and kisses)
Love Cycle Love only brings pain,Love Cycle7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Pain only brings depression,
Depression can only bring suicide,
Suicide brings relief to you,
But pain to others,
Because they loved you.
Then the Love Cycle repeats itself,
Over and Over,
Again and Again.
So why do we love
It is because we can not help it,
And we all need a little bit of love in our lives,
Or our life is just a black abyss,
A meaningless void.
This is my view on life and love.
And have a miserable day.
Never Meant to FlyImmobilized by one's own fear; angered by this self-loathingNever Meant to Fly7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Wanting so much to break the cocoon where I'm drowning.
Yet still undeveloped, the wings may end up broken--
But when the moment finally comes;
Will it be too late?
Years after years of imprisonment; words I a
Let Me, Hold Your HandLet Me, Hold Your Hand7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Cold winds breeze through
Your long black hair,
Uttering words into your ear
Sweet nothings to hold you
I wanna hold your hand.
As we stroll along the shore
Whispering words from the heart,
Slowly, holding you tight,
Feeling your heart beat
Next to mine,
I wanna hold your hand.
As if theres no tomorrow
Breaking away from this sorrow,
Sadness, which will bring me