I have been strong for a month now
Thinking that if I pretend I’m excited
I eventually might be
When I get asked if I am
I smile and nod and say yes
No more
Just enough to satisfy
I had a moment of weakness when I left
But I composed myself in a few minutes
Now I’m sitting on my new bed
Far far away from what I know
And who I love
With tears pouring silently down my face
Aug 10, 2013
Aug 10, 2013 at 7:24 PM UTC
My life is consumed with numbers
Numbers telling me I am not good enough.
My Gpa says I was an idiot that didn’t try enough in college.
The scales say I am way to fat to be accepted by society.
My age tells people I’m still a child or I’m an adult too young to know anything.
The amount of followers I have on Tumblr says I am not popular and I can’t give people what they want.
I was never good with numbers, but I do believe I will forget my GPA someday, I will eventually lose weight, I will grow older and more experienced, and Tumblr will become a thing of the past.
As far as numbers go for me, that’s all they are….numbers.
Jul 22, 2013
Jul 22, 2013 at 9:57 AM UTC
It’s amazing how much I like your hands
When I have never noticed anyone else’s
I have never touched your hands
And they have never touched me
Oh but how I would love for them to
For them to caress me while you gently kiss me
I melt at the thought of your hands
And what they could do to me
They could wipe my tears away
And tickle me to laughter
They could lift my face to hope for the future
And they could lead me where you go
Your hands could comfort and protect
They could bring joy and pleasure
And trust and peace
May 29, 2013
May 29, 2013 at 11:47 AM UTC
My wind chime rouses me as the wind gently blows
It sings again and I smile at the sound
This wind chime is my favorite thing in my house
I can’t say it’s mine because it’s not anymore
But it did belong to me once
I didn’t take very good care of it when it was mine
Other people admired it and I let them have it
But they always gave it back to me
And it always came back chipped or scratched or defaced in some way
Then one time it came back totally broken
I put my wind chime away and forgot about it for a long time
Till the day he found it and put it back together and made it even more beautiful than before
And I smile again because he did the same thing for my heart
May 29, 2013
May 29, 2013 at 10:17 AM UTC
His touch was burning
Searing through me like a roaring fire
Slowly softly touching
His fingers teased my lips that longed for his
I shivered even though my inside were on fire
He moved from my lips to my cheek to my neck
All the way leaving a burning trail of desire
I gasp for an uneven breath
I am overwhelmed by the warmth and the need for air
I’m brought back to reality
Where I’m trapped in my blanket that’s covering even my face
May 27, 2013
May 27, 2013 at 12:23 PM UTC
Each smile is a question
Each laugh is a wish
Each conversation a hope
My questions are answered
My wishes fulfilled
My hope persists
But I’m confused, wishing, and wanting
May 27, 2013
May 27, 2013 at 12:21 PM UTC
It was like the wind whispered to me,
Telling me to break free,
Telling me to get out.
The wind was telling me to live.
Then the rain told me my story,
But it wasn't mine...
The rain just knew the ending,
Because no one listened to the winds whispers.
Then the clouds covered my sun,
And the lightning laughed at me,
But I weathered the storm.
Only to realize,
I should have listened to his whispers and seen his tears.
Because he knew what was coming.
May 27, 2013
May 27, 2013 at 12:15 PM UTC
The snow began to fall
on a chilly mid-December morning.
The world was sparkling
with such radiance that day,
but there was something that put the
snow to shame and made the
glittering earth seem as though it
were simply covered with dirt.
That thing was the smile of a girl,
excited and nervous beyond measure,
because today was her wedding day.
The worn out prayer she had repeated
time and time again through the years
was going to be answered today.
She woke to soft music
gently wafting up the steps.
She went to investigate the source
of the sweet sounds,
as she got closer the music swelled.
Then as if someone was with her
she began to dance.
She danced with her invisible partner
in her socks and too large button-down shirt.
Soon the morning melted into afternoon
and she was on her way to the church.
The guests were there, family and friends,
the bridal party assembled, and
most importantly, the groom was waiting.
The man she had prayed, hoped, longed, and dreamed
to marry was only a few steps away.
The ceremony was more moving than imaginable
and as the I do’s approached
it was as though everyone was holding their breath
as if to make sure they did not miss any details.
The groom lifted her veil and
revealed her shining face.
He looked at her for a moment and
bent down to kiss his new wife.
He was only millimeters from her face and
her alarm suddenly rang
with a violent eruption of sound
ripping the girl back to the reality
of her dorm room.
There was no more glittering fantasy world,
simply a muddy courtyard.
The tremendous smile was
now replaced with tears
that gently trickled down her cheeks
and onto her bed as she realized
she had to go to class.
May 27, 2013
May 27, 2013 at 12:06 PM UTC