Regular Poems 4Benson/Evelyn with Seth
I'm not sure when the epilogue ended or the prologue started
So I'm confused as to when my old life died and my new one began
Happy to have found something I can treasure so dear
To have two living entities I can show for my progression
Have health in both mind and body, we've counted
The weeks that pass, the struggles we've overcome
Two by two, we line up the ducks
Of pure enjoyment we seek when the sun fades over the banners
You hold him sleeping in your arms
In a blanket we've sewn back in the days when you carried
My love lies in every stitch that cradles his head, and I find
Life is interesting with you strip it to the bare essentials
I don't want to touch you, just want to witness this
Love in its pure and simplistic expressions
You smile at him as you sing his favorite lullaby
More often then not, I find myself fading too, more
Than the little snow bucket we've called him who still pants slightly at tonight's dusk
You look to me and stand from our
The Steadfast ThreadI had another dream, Dad. It's the same one I've been having for a while now. I woke up an hour ago I think, but it's so late, and I'm so tired, I can't keep track of time. I do know that I'm not in the house anymore. I'm with a man I don't know in his pickup truck, sitting in the passenger seat with slouched shoulders and my hands tucked between my legs. My lips are smeared with Mom's lipstick, my cheeks pink with her Maybelline blush. I'm sorry that a smudge of it got on your favorite hunting jacket.The Steadfast Thread2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I stare out the window as this man drives me farther away from home, and all I can see are the streetlights as they flash by like neon comets. I'm tired now, a little scared, and I hold back a sigh as I rest my head against the seat. The road continues to quiver beneath me.
That girl was in my dream again. I think she gets more beautiful each time I see her. Although what's beautiful about her, I'm not quite sure. Her looks I guess, but there has to be more to it than that. I've tried me
Regular Poems 2Rigby x EileenRegular Poems 22 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's another one of those days
Not at home but out on the town
Right back here to the coffee shop
To Mordecai, Margaret, and you
Like the way I talk, you say
You wouldn't know swag if it bit you on the tail
But I can't help but smile the way you giggle
I shake my head, look away
Can't be feeling warm all of a sudden
Help is far away
But the way your cheeks blush when I tell a joke
Do it again, Eileen
It kind of makes me happy
Anyway, I'd like to stay
Mordecai x Rigby (Friendship)
It isn't that we don't like other people
Secretly we just like to do our own thing
Scares and pranks are better with two
Me and him, just us, you know?
That is just how we do it
You and the others may disagree
Might call us tools of our own ignorance
Die and live, day in, day out
Who besides him cared to bring me back?
Else we get into a scrap or something, but...
Is it really this black and white?
There isn't some deeper meaning here
To warrant a full-on crime
Hang out with your
Regular PoemsRigby X EileenRegular Poems2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's been a while since I've talked with you
So busy with work I take it
Much to do about nothing as they say
Fun times seem so long ago
Hanging out beneath the stars
Out in the woods at night
With you while the others were gone
You smiled at me and took my hand
Why don't you come around anymore?
Can't stop in just once for coffee
You always look so tired when I see you
See, I do think of you
Me all alone in here in the store
The same store you used to come to
Way I see it, I might be wrong, but
I see you coming up the drive
See you walking in the door and now
You stand here in front of me
Benson X Veronica
Let's forget the others for just a while
Go to where only we know
Down to the corner store, maybe the fence
By the barn where we watch the stars
The animals don't make sounds
Creek and field that settle under the moon
Where are you in the dark?
You are always here next to me
Can you hear me when I breathe?
Take your time to listen
My heart sings along,
Regular Poems 6Nikita Granks (OC)Regular Poems 62 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It isn't an opinion I'm a little free-range, but a full-blown fact and understatement
Can anyone really take a look at me and think me tame?
Be it that I have somewhat of a job at the local city park
Really, that's your only reasoning?
Hard to imagine when I clock in, day after day, to be told what to do
To be scolded for a job poorly done, oh well, I was busy with other things
Be they video games or simply water cooler talk with a raccoon and blue jay
A little relaxation never hurt anyone, and neither does a lot
Rebel without a cause is my label, a curse I guess I live with
With the rest of you around me, it's clear I feel in prison once in a while
A few times I could have run, but I stay grounded for a few reasons
Job perks are one, but friendships are another
Sometimes I wonder what it really is I stand for
Rigby x Mordecai
The sun's up again, and thus another day
Things to do, people to see, we've formed a pretty clean rut haven't we?
Regular Poems 3Benson x EileenRegular Poems 32 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I've been around you before
Seen you behind the counter
You always seem distracted though
Before you just looked sad
I feel you're a lot like me
Think you and I might go out sometime
But I'm not sure how to ask this
I'd have to be sure you'd say yes first
Like when I ordered a chai from you that one day
To go and you asked me to stay
Get to know you better is what I'd hoped
To bad I was on call, but please
Know that I'm here, okay?
You can always talk to me
Beckie Cupcake (OC)
Do one stroke, two stroke, three stroke, four
I think I'll have to do a fifth
Like the way the leaves fall on the pond like this
Landscapes are my escape
Because while I feel like running
I like to sit and keep tranquility near
Want people to notice me for me
To see me more than just a talent
Run and sitting steadfast I do this
Away from the bustle of my past
From things I'm not sure if I want a secret
Here though is where I want to be
Benson x Vivi
I am pretty sure I hate
Evelyn LivedIt was too cold in the house, but Evelyn had to remind herself that it was only temporary so it wouldn't get her down. Spring should have been here by now, but the weather always seemed to linger in the past before finally allowing itself to move on. It was the only thing she really hated about her four favorite times of the year. Especially now. This past winter was one she wanted to forget.Evelyn Lived1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
Her small baby bump was wrapped carefully in a pair of wool pajamas Benson bought her for Christmas a few months ago. They were dark blue with snowmen and snow flakes that buttoned down with ivory felt buttons, and she couldn't remember how many nights these clothes had kept her warm in the freezing hospital room at Quintel Medical Center. "She survived," was the title newspapers decided to go with after hearing word she'd survived her fall on December 3rd and it was something she had to live with when word broke out of her pregnancy. Only now did the press bother leaving her alone, but her therap
Sick Day"That's cold, Evelyn…" Benson mumbled in his drowsiness. The snow globe beside him, whose eyes remained closed in a light sleep, only smiled as she continued to press the chilled tips of her toes onto his back. Benson turned to look at her and smiled when he saw how she huddled up to him for warmth.Sick Day1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
It was a very cold morning, one caused by a blizzard coming in the night before, and only when Benson pulled away to start his day did she wake up and look at him.
"Where are you going?" she asked, rubbing her eye. "Come back and be my heater."
"I have work, hon…" he said softy as he held his shivering arms. "Lots of snow I need to get shoveled."
"No," she groaned with a smile as she dug her head into the pillow. "Stay here…"
"Work," was all he argued with as he leaned over the bed, still warm from where he slept and kissed her on the forehead. "I'll take Preston to pre-school and be back by dinner."
"Momma!" they heard from down the hall. "Momma!"
"What?" Evelyn shouted.
"It's freezing! D
Baby BluesEvelyn closed her eyes in the bathtub, her hands resting on her belly that extended in a lump above the surface of the water. She'd be due any day now, and it was beginning to make her anxious. The apartment was very quiet. Benson was out picking up their dinner for the night and he hadn't gotten back just yet. The silence was a bit jarring to the girl, and the only sound she heard was the small drops of water that dripped from the pipe, rippling around her poor, exhausted, weak-ankled body. Such stress the poor twenty year old had to go through and even after she'd dropped out of college the past semester. Doctor's orders.Baby Blues1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
She opened her eyes and stared up at the window of his bathroom. It was the same window where she stood when he held her in his arms and told her he loved her, and as Evelyn grew more and more lonely there in the tub, she wished he'd come back soon. The baby was scaring her. It would roll and kick inside her, and it frightened the poor thing. She didn't want to be a
Butterscotch with VanillaI sat alone in the garage of my house that night, huddled in the corner behind the car while the sun set outside. I could hear the doorbell from where I was, and the "trick or treat"s that followed suit from various children at the doorstep. I leaned against the wall, hugging at my knees and wondering if somewhere, right this moment, my real parents were huddled in the corners of their garages. Then again, they were adults, and kids didn't try to steal their gumballs. I was still small, so they always came after meespecially on Halloween.Butterscotch with Vanilla2 years ago in Drama More Like This
"Why can't the boy just dress up as a ghost or something?" said my foster father. He brought up the idea to my foster mother every year since the incident when I was four, but she always refused. She said it was to protect me, that my head was too fragile at my young age, and that the children who tried stealing my gumballs on the holiday would know it was me no matter what disguise I wore. As I sat picking at cobwebs on the floor, I couldn't he
Veronica's SongWe walked up to your house at half past eightVeronica's Song2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
But your parents were still home so we stopped outside the gate
I took our hand in mine, and you lit up with a sugar smile
When I said let's keep walking to the lake
You said you didn't care at all about what they'd think
Said you'd go with me on any day, of any month in any week
And I teared up underneath the stars, we hadn't gotten very far
When you leaned in and said you'd always be my girl
Veronica, Veronica, you'll always be my girl
In rain or shine, wind or twine, in hail or burning fire
Cause as long as you have me and I have you, that makes two, and that will do
Veronica, you'll always be my girl
We stayed up late and shot the breeze out there beside the barn
With the beat of your bongo drums and the strums of my guitar
And cicadas chimed in with the owls, when I leaned in and said out loud
Veronica, you'll always be my girl.
Veronica, you'll always be my girl.
Veronica, you'll always be my girl.
Letter for a Grave: Benson and DaveDaveLetter for a Grave: Benson and Dave2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I don't know how to write this letter
Keep in mind I was never good with these kinds of things, so I'm sorry, but
Waiting around for a chance to see you again is hurting me more than I thought
For something so trivial, it's causing my body to heat up like I couldn't even imagine before
The world seems different somehow is what I'm trying to say to you
Morning and Evening begin to blur, and I can't tell anymore if the birds are singing or crying, can you?
When will these thoughts stop? When will the apartment stop getting smaller?
I grow bags under my eyes while frantic static reflects in the whites
Wake up without any sleep, just in a hypnotic state of average, constant average
Up goes my aspirations, but damn it all to hell, they've never even left the ground
And it's funny isn't it? Dave
Realize for me at least that I wouldn't mind your post-mortem suffering
I can listen to the chime of your voice when you whisper above my bed, no
Never letting you go past the beyond where I can
Getting Sleep TonightIt's another late night, KenGetting Sleep Tonight2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
The sirens are keeping me awake
And in the dimness of this old apartment
I worry that they're going after you.
What's her name, Ken?
Where'd you find her?
Is she safe in bed with you?
When the sirens pass our window?
For every goose bump that I feel tonight
It's a prayer you'll be coming home
So sweet to keep her warm but
I need some loving too
Your dinner's gotten cold again
It's been waiting at the table
Traded for leopard skins and lipsticks
I traded for a sleeping pill
And it hasn't worked at all tonight
The water tastes like sand
The sirens sound like rushing tides, well
I don't think I'm getting sleep tonight
And where are you now?
Where can I find you now?
Follow trails of cherry gloss
That keep leading me all round and round
Just come back home, Ken
I need you in my bed
Our bed, the one we made
To keep me warm like you keep them
(soft guitar solo)
I heard something else tonight, Ken
Distractions from my bedroom window
I stepped outside
Autumn LightsAutumn Lights2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Why in the whispers of a hushed autumn
Do I feel the need to whisper back?
I allow my voice to be carried by echoes, and I wonder
Have you taken the time to listen as the breeze carries them through?
To where we can be alone without a fear of a seventh wave
Wait until the lamps burn out beneath the peeping stars
Until the clock allows us to hold our hands together
The sun in disgust of us, but the moon not so much
Lights can guide our path, but our emotions are our map
Are we lost yet? I'm not sure
Out there in the world where no one knows of our cloak-and-dagger
To turn freely in your arms in a sea of knotted oaks
Express my love for you in the copper and amber
The leaves that will crunch beneath our bodies
Feelings in all our senses wafting into the air with our breaths
I for one hear no sounds but the beating of your heart
Hold my hand to your chest and yours to mine
For when the sun comes our string will be cut
You back to them, and I alone back to myself.
Baby Blues Pt 2Evelyn was exhausted, and to say so would've been the biggest understatement of the year. Her whole body felt numb from her belly to her ankles, and only wiggling her toes reminded her she still had them. They were wrapped in warm, woolen socks for the cold front coming in, double wrapped by the hospital blanket covering her poor, shivering body.Baby Blues Pt 21 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
And for some reason, Xanadu was playing on the radio by her bed.
"Evelyn…?" She shifted in bed when she heard Benson speak from the doorway. "Are you awake?" he asked.
"Mmm…" was her only response as he hesitated before making his way inside to sit beside her bed, taking her hand in his.
"Can you hear me?" he asked.
"Mhm…" She breathed.
"Okay…." He stroked her dome lovingly with his hand. "You did a good job today. I'm proud of you."
"Mmm…." She closed her eyes and focused on her breathing. Benson smiled.
"Those painkillers are pretty intense huh?"
He leaned down to kiss her forehead. "The nurses want to know if you want to hold h