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zabada
zabada
mentally gone, so i write from the pieces of my heart. / / i love criticisms so give me your thoughts and ideas ! / / #215.Philly.City.Girl
It was way past 9 and Chrissy knew she shouldn't be on the phone, but she didnt care. She'd been doing what she wanted to do lately. Giggling with Bryant on the other end she heard footsteps and the bathroom door slam shut. "oh **** she whispered, quickly hanging up the phone and turning it off. Sliding it under her pillow she heard the toilet flush and threw the covers over her face. Her door creaked and in peered her uncle Dan. He walked over to the bed and peeled the covers back just a tad leaving Chrissy's face uncovered, glanced and proceeded out to leave the door open. She could hear him walk to the back to his son's room to repeat the same actions only changing at the end by closing his door. Chrissy's heart began to beat fast thinking she would get caught, with ever step he took was another toss and turn she made in her bed. Trying to get just comfortable enough to face him. Looking closely at the door, chrissy began to question why he left her door open and why was he prolonging it, why didnt he just ****** her phone and put her on punishment? He stopped in her doorway and pulled his pants down, "what the **** " chrissy thought to herself squeezing her eyes tightly while praying these were tricks and side effects from the **** she and Bryant smoked. It was over fast and yet dragged along with every groan that escaped his lips. When he finished and finally closed her door she reached under her pillow and called Bryant historical, "i dont know what just happened B, all i know is he pulled his **** out "
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Jan 19, 2017
Jan 19, 2017 at 2:46 PM UTC
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It was way past 9 and Chrissy knew she shouldn't be on the phone, but she didnt care. She'd been doing what she wanted to do lately. Giggling with Bryant on the other end she heard footsteps and the bathroom door slam shut. "oh **** she whispered, quickly hanging up the phone and turning it off. Sliding it under her pillow she heard the toilet flush and threw the covers over her face. Her door creaked and in peered her uncle Dan. He walked over to the bed and peeled the covers back just a tad leaving Chrissy's face uncovered, glanced and proceeded out to leave the door open. She could hear him walk to the back to his son's room to repeat the same actions only changing at the end by closing his door. Chrissy's heart began to beat fast thinking she would get caught, with ever step he took was another toss and turn she made in her bed. Trying to get just comfortable enough to face him. Looking closely at the door, chrissy began to question why he left her door open and why was he prolonging it, why didnt he just ****** her phone and put her on punishment? He stopped in her doorway and pulled his pants down, "what the **** " chrissy thought to herself squeezing her eyes tightly while praying these were tricks and side effects from the **** she and Bryant smoked. It was over fast and yet dragged along with every groan that escaped his lips. When he finished and finally closed her door she reached under her pillow and called Bryant historical, "i dont know what just happened B, all i know is he pulled his **** out "
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Standing firm about 6tf tall with a wide body, dark brown bark and almost bare of leaves... There it was.. The tree back home I could see it so clearly, yet so distant Almost gripping the dirt in my hands Youre just like the tree back home Just as i remember it, healthy almost happy Swaying in the wind, speaking a language only the broken can hear. Dirt beneath my scraped knees I'd listen under my sanctuary as it spoke knowledge through the wrestling of the leaves. You've grown weary like the tree back home After distance, uncomfortable changes, and birth of the new... The world has chopped you down, to rebuild in your children. Quick years they have grown, as you have grown older, as the tree has grown and bloomed again. Falling before you i take in the wisdom of 1000 years, breathing the nature of the night.. I am a child again. Just like the tree back home you make me feel like a kid... I find trust in your strength like the trees regrowth. You stretch me thin until i break reattach and grown again You're the lonely tree that stands firm in my backyard ...
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Dec 30, 2016
Dec 30, 2016 at 12:14 AM UTC
The tree back home
Standing firm about 6tf tall with a wide body, dark brown bark and almost bare of leaves... There it was.. The tree back home I could see it so clearly, yet so distant Almost gripping the dirt in my hands Youre just like the tree back home Just as i remember it, healthy almost happy Swaying in the wind, speaking a language only the broken can hear. Dirt beneath my scraped knees I'd listen under my sanctuary as it knowledge through the wrestling of the leaves. You've grown weary like the tree back home After distance, uncomfortable changes, and birth of the new... The world has chopped you down, to rebuild in your children. Quick years they have grown, as you have grown older, as the tree has grown and bloomed again. Falling before you i take in the wisdom od 1000 years, breathing the nature of the night.. I am a child again. Just like the tree back home you make me feel like a kid... I find trust in your strength like the trees regrowth. You stretch me thin until i break reattach and grown again You're the lonely tree that stands firm in my backyard ...
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Dec 30, 2016
Dec 30, 2016 at 12:12 AM UTC
The tree back home
My happiest memories, seem to be Light peeking through the splits of the curtains Simplicity in its beauty Of the sun kissed morning. Sleep dazed , in the distance I hear creaking From the tiny window of the wind Unexplainable comfort in our shared body heat.
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Dec 23, 2016
Dec 23, 2016 at 5:25 PM UTC
Happiest memories
the words you speak - hurt; glow on the bedroom wall of my mind livingroom flow no livingroom and always a listener too splashing in my head you fill to the brim overflowing love insomnia sin creating allusions what should've been
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May 4, 2016
May 4, 2016 at 3:46 PM UTC
Untitled
its been a while since you've been gone, and your scent still lingers. been writing so long, its cramps in my fingers. I want to hold you, or someone. I just want to feel what I felt with you. grieve ridden because I'm dead to you.
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Apr 26, 2016
Apr 26, 2016 at 4:50 PM UTC
Untitled
so, so far away from home. with no love, but im with you. so what does this fake love mean? or hiding behind lies do for you? because its tearing insides, and crashing righteous minds in my eyes in my eyes crust lingers - I dare to say I cry a tear for something that was never really there but you are here right? IT WASNT FAKE LOVE FOR ME I did love, how I never had loved it may have been ****** up love shared love, broken love. but how I can I give you all my love when my heart is in pieces.... left with lost lovers, and left family members. I left to be with you. I left to be with you. everything to once know in life is learned again in this new space but i'd do it for you.. no you say it is for me to better me to save me, how do you save when you cant love? tell me because I walk through the mist and fog of fear blinded by my own weakness. why did your hand not lead the way? **** you **** you in my mind i'd only say it yea I hate you, but that's just words spilling from the mouth I love you I love you From A Distance
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Feb 3, 2015
Feb 3, 2015 at 6:45 AM UTC
??????
her heart is crying all the time... dark as the insides of love.
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Feb 3, 2015
Feb 3, 2015 at 6:25 AM UTC
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i can only feel with you i am only free with you come through , i just wanna be with you share my feelings lets be , share my feelings be with me , running from shadows afraid that they'll follow just be there tell me you'll concur everything stepping in the way of us i can only feel with you i am only free with you.
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Dec 26, 2014
Dec 26, 2014 at 4:51 PM UTC
freestyle
quite today, so loud inside my mind thinking back on all the times lies were scattered looking at myself through the mirror shattered meant to live for so much more lost in my mind behind this locked door how can i continue in restrain? with all these memories attacking my brain how is it that i came here to close this door and locked myself behind it? this 360 circle cycle now re-winded
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Apr 28, 2014
Apr 28, 2014 at 8:40 PM UTC
This **** Door