Love IsLove is feeling.Love Is3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Shared between anyone.
Love is pride.
Stand up for your orrientation.
Love is shared.
Everyone deserves to feel love.
Love is given.
Something taken with flushing cheeks.
Love is taken.
Accepted and sometimes stolen.
Love is lust.
A type of love used souly to gain pleasure.
Love is forgiveness.
Another chance to prove.
Love is acceptance.
Taken and respected for who you are.
Love is pure.
Pure and clean to be taken as such.
Love is unclean.
Confusion and uncertainty.
Love is unexplained.
Simply something we feel in our hearts.
Love is love.
In any way or any form.
Nothing more, nothing less.
So stop labeling it differently.
Parents In A Nutshell"Can we-"Parents In A Nutshell3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Morphine.I sighed as I stood outside the door to the hospital room.Morphine.3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I woke up, every inch of me in excruciating pain, Uncle Wayne's hot, rancid breath in my ear.
"You like this, little girl?" he slurred drunkenly as he thrust into me again, making me cry out in pain.
He chuckled and kept going, no intention of stopping.
I screamed and cried and sobbed and pleaded with him as well as the God I once believed in.
No one came to my rescue.
My dad's cousin raped me for three hours when I was four years old.
I felt hot tears pricking my eyes.
I would never let anyone see me cry ever again after that day. My tears brought him pleasure.
I opened the door and walked in, looking down at the thin, frail frame the man who had caused me so much pain.
"You came," he gasped out weakly.
My "uncle" was currently dying of liver failure. Years of drinking, drugs, and other nefarious activities had left him on his death bed.
I grinned at the machine that was running his morphine. I "innocently" walked over
........At work I tend to hear things from costumers.........3 years ago in Personal More Like This
I'm not eavesdropping I just overhead things especially if they are being loud or talking while I'm either waiting on them to order or serving or taking their plates. Or if I'm near them at all.
I try not to but sometimes I do, especially if it catches my interest.
Like what happened today.
A family had come in and sat in my section.
A mother, father and son.
So did what I'm suppose to do, what every waiter does: Groan, grab some menus and put on a fake smile.
Got there drinks, took their order and blah, blah,blah.
They were near one of the counters which is where I hangout when it's a slow day.
Which it kinda was so me and another worker just sat around and we were talking and joking.
Then something they said caught my ears.
They asked their son about school and he muttered. "It's okay."
He sounded kinda out if it, and his voice was kinda blank.
Tried shrugging it off.
None of my bussiness.
Then they asked how his girlfrien
loversAwkwardly aroused amusementlovers4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
eliciting elephantine effusions
from between my lips;
lusty loquacious lover
tantalizingly timid, tacit
desires seeking my attention.
A Dying RainbowA Dying Rainbow3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A Dying Rainbow
I'm always told that I'm such a wonderful person
And that I'm thoughtful, caring, kindhearted, and so important
But they don't see what's behind closed doors, the constant clashes with torment
Damage goes unseen as I blanket everything with cold smiles that seem slightly burdened
My tears quake while they hide behind my blackened shades
My hands tremble because I'm holding onto so much of this hate
My body is painted nonchalant so I have to appear in an emotionless state
My blood system is clogged with suicidal thoughts that make me want to break
I've been like this far too long
I wish I died before this had begun
Surrounded by fear is where I don't belong
I just want this lucid nightmare to be over and done
Society these days
Teaching children the old prejudice ways
And that's why certain individuals grow up so afraid
In the end, a premature death is the price loved ones pay
I'm one of those
Dwelling in fear at the end of my rope
Trying to conceal agony tha