ArmsSafe from fear, safe from harm
That's how I feel when in your arms
Hands so gentle placed in mine
I will always cherish this time
The sight of your eyes, the feel of your hair
The smell of your breath as it disperses through the air
The gruff on your chin, the curve of your lips
Your gentle hands placed on my hips
Nothing too serious but time together
Embracing the moments we look at each other
Eskimo kisses with a giggle or two
Look into your eyes just as you do
Arms wrapped around while I bury my face in your chest
Making it easy to close my eyes and rest
Asleep in your arms makes feel so calm
Waking up with you there to watch the dawn
You'll Never Understand...You'll never understand...You'll Never Understand...3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But I'm glad you don't.
Because that would mean
You'd have to go through my pain.
And I'd never wish that
Titan Magic Ch. 11: The General's GreatcoatTitan Magic Ch. 15 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Tonight, no matter what the voice said, Madeleine Lavoie would not listen to it, she would not sympathize with it and, most importantly, she would not obey it. She gripped her sheets in tight fists and promised herself tonight would be different. These affirmations had become the bedtime prayer she repeated every night, while her mother extinguished the gas lamps and her brother tied her hands and feet to her bedposts.
The restraints were for her own good. Maddy understood that well enough. How could she expect to survive in the world, if she ever managed to escape? She was the secret disgrace of her family. Her mother refused to bring her out into society, not for cruelty's sake, but to spare Maddy the humiliation of failing to attract a suitor, wealthy as the Lavoie family was. "Madeleine the Mute" was what people called her when they were being kind; they called her "Madeleine the Mad" when they were not. They were right.
To ward off her loneliness,
Am I Good Enough...?Legs crossed on a cold basement floor,Am I Good Enough...?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Blood stains painting my flesh,
The wounds deeper than ever before,
A white gown now a short black dress.
Long tangled hair clinging to my tears
Wind howling through the trees,
Moonlight painting a sky so clear,
And darling, I'm going to be set free.
My fingers scratch at the blood on my skin,
A delightful pain at the thought of a touch,
And hey, everyone who said I wasn't worth it,
Now am I good enough?
WhateverYou didn't listen when I told you no.Whatever4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Now you're in trouble, I hope you know.
Don't get mad at me for your stupid mistake
Only one time, that's all it'll take
You're an idiot for not listening to me
You dug your own grave, I'll just let you be
Just don't drag us all down into the dirt
You didn't listen to me you inconsiderate jerk
A simple "ok" would have sufficed
But now it's your sanity you have sacrificed
Goodbye my dear, I wish you well
But you probably don't care, so just go to hell.
Sick of societyI may live inside my own, twisted universeSick of society3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I may change, sometimes for the worst.
What's normal to me is not normal for you.
Sometimes I just do what I need to do.
Behind a brick wall, I hoped someone would break it
I threw out my heart hoping someone would take it.
But I got tired of hiding and tired of hating
And instead of throwing myself at every guy, I'm waiting.
I'm sick of the person I tried to be
So basically, here I am, I will be me
I'm sick of the hatred, would you not agree?
.. Basically I'm sick of society.