SO many times.
So many times I have waited, and waited......and waited for you.
Waited for you to come home,
For you to pick me up,
For you to kiss me,
For you to hold me,
For you to be next to me,
For you to love me,
I don't want to be waiting forever.
Nov 22, 2016
Nov 22, 2016 at 9:52 PM UTC
I just wish he didn't come to school with scars.
Or bruises that are a much deeper purple than my dress,
If I could, I would put his parents behind bars.
But ultimately that would make him stress.
Because he loves them, after all.
They're his parents and they care for him right?
Even if the hits are hard enough to make him bawl,
The hits will stop if he doesn't put up a fight.
He's a trooper that's for sure,
Sharing his smile to all in his path.
When I'm having a bad day that smile is my cure.
I'm just sorry he has to suffer his parents wrath.
Nov 22, 2016
Nov 22, 2016 at 9:44 PM UTC
You're the reason why a smile appears
on my face
when I should really be sleeping.
The reason why my laugh
echoes across
this building we call home.
You're the reason why I am
caught dreaming
when I am suppose to be working.
The reason why I feel
perfectly safe
falling in love with you.
Feb 8, 2016
Feb 8, 2016 at 9:10 PM UTC
How do you know?
Where the lovers go?
Do they run, towards the setting sun?
Or secretly meet where the water kisses their feet?
Or perhaps bathe in the light, feeling more than alright.
Where ever the lovers may be, I hope they get a chance to come get me.
Oct 14, 2015
Oct 14, 2015 at 3:09 PM UTC
There is no doubt that his hands have traveled before,
They're experienced explores.
Over her gentle skin he cruised slowly back and forth,
To the nook of her neck,
Down,
To the warm welcoming crevasse between her thighs.
His hands gradually walked over to her backside where his hands simply rested,
Taking in the view.
Her body was the map,
And his hands were those of a skilled cartographers who desperately needed to know every inch,
Every mile between her poorly painted pink toes,
To her sun streaked gold hair.
And so the experienced explorers wandered,
Roamed,
Strolled over the many dips and curves and bends and twists that she held.
When his hands came to her wrist,
He stopped momentarily to admire the slenderness.
When his hands ventured to her shoulders,
He felt the muscles that lay under the polished skin.
When his hands finally made their way to her legs,
He was aware of how sturdy and stocky they were built.
With every brush,
Graze,
And glide of his hands,
She couldn't help but think,
There is no doubt that his hands have traveled before,
They're experienced explores.
May 11, 2015
May 11, 2015 at 8:44 PM UTC
When I look outside,
at the freshly mowed grass,
I think it's a pity....................
no one walks on it barefooted.
Sep 29, 2013
Sep 29, 2013 at 5:20 PM UTC
Do me a favor.
Tell me you're a keeper,
I won't let go.
But if you're not,
That's okay. Just be aware,
My grip will tighten.
Because regardless
If you're a keeper or,
not. I still love you.
Sep 9, 2013
Sep 9, 2013 at 9:26 PM UTC
I'm just so sick, and tired, and down right exhausted.
Every time I manage to stand up tall and be proud of myself again,
And know you're proud that I'm your daughter.
I trip, and I'm falling, falling down again,
Or you shove me, push me down.
And I'm too tired to even get up.
I think I'll just lay here for a while.
Apr 29, 2013
Apr 29, 2013 at 8:06 PM UTC
There's a girl I know who likes to stand on the side of the road.
Doesn't flinch when a semi-truck drives by, doesn't do a dance when she's spooked by a horn.
She just stands and watches the cars blur by her eyes,
She marvels that in one moment, that blue Ford truck, with shovels and rakes and a black lab in the back were in her life for a moment.
But within the next, they were gone.
She never knew if she was going to see that Ford again.
But before she can even let the loss of never seeing the blue Ford sink in,
A rusty, purple mini-van comes barreling down the road to introduce its self.
Apr 25, 2013
Apr 25, 2013 at 12:45 PM UTC
I never understood why people call others a "goodie goodie" when they are helping someone out.
I thought people preached, and wished for there to be more "good people" out there in this world.
News flash.
There are "good people" in this world.
They just get teased, mocked and even picked on by jealous people for their actions.
They are seen as *** kissers" , only doing "something good" to one up someone else.
Seen as self-centered people who only do what they think is best for them.
So the good deeds, the selfless acts, fade away.
Yet they are still called upon, only a few answer.
Feb 8, 2013
Feb 8, 2013 at 10:56 PM UTC