Bobbie McCord

Bobbie McCord Dec 2013

Memories

The reminisce of your body
A ghost of a memory
Filled with heat and passion and love
The thousand uncountable joys
when we met again
after so long.
Finally together at last

Feeling it was so right
You and I
No one I would ever rather be with
We fit together
like two pieces of a puzzle
Feelings and memories
Binding us closer together

You are my first everything
Then, now, and to come
That's the only way I want it to be.

Just remembering...
Your hands on me
my hands on you
The want and passion we shared
The words you said
When you said that after everything,
You still loved me.
That you never stopped thinking about me
That you still cared.
Words I wanted to voice myself.
My feelings exactly.

Our naughtiness
our romance
our jokes
How comfortable I feel with you.

The way your lips feel,
the ways you make me laugh,
the way you hold me,
the way you pleasure me...
None of it has ever felt better.

I want you, all of you.
And that's not about to change.

Bobbie McCord Dec 2013

Bloom of Love

The love we have collected in this time
Is like the flowers we see in the spring.
As refreshing as the smell of a lime
Do these memories most happily bring,
Some are as unique as a rare black rose.
Others like the everyday sky we see.
Yet, our love is special; everyone knows
That together we will forever be.
I sit with you in the calming breeze,
stuck in my endless fantasies, feeling
relaxed, quiet, yet completely at ease.
And I kiss your cheek, firmly believing
the love we have is one only we share,
unmatchable by any other pair.

Another piece written for my English class my Freshman year. We had to write sonnets.

Bobbie McCord Dec 2013

Angel's Flight

to see you the way you see me,
reflected in the eyes of an angel,
tell me it's not just a dream
that it is possible
for me to one day soar above the skies,
wings outstretched, my hand in yours,
gliding into the endless horizon.
We could have all the world in our hands
to make whatever we choose.
We could do anything,
if only you let me fly with you.

Bobbie McCord Dec 2013

Luxa's wrath

She runs.
Where? I don't know.
What I do know, is she enters a forest.
This is no ordinary forest, with no ordinary secrets.
It belongs to the snakes.
For all eternity she will run, seeking refuge from their control,
yet she will find none.

Doomed to unhappiness and uncompleted paths, is the life she leads.

The snakes will take away everything,
slowly, until nothing of hers is left.
She has been left defenseless and alone.
Cut off from society, stripped of her confidence.

The snakes will pay.
Their blood is the revengeful cost of what they have taken from her.

So, prepare yourself, beasts.
for she refuses to succumb. And now,
she is out for your blood.

That's what you get when you mess with a free soul.
Karma's a *****, ain't it.

Based off a book I read.

Bobbie McCord Dec 2013

The child within us

I walk into a toystore
a welcoming refuge from the cold winter breeze.
Quickly, I am mystified by this place.
Taken in by the expanse of candy and action figurines,
I realize I have entered a new world.

A young girl scampers by,
and I feel the need to follow her,
allowing her to lead my through this childish paradise.
My hands trailing along the Princess dresses and Beanie Baby fabric.

I can sense the years peeling off me,
the further in I go.
Forgetting all about education, jobs, and politics
oblivious to the outside world and all its problems.
I am now a little girl, too.
Reaching for a Barbie and tea party set,
I settle down to play. +

Bobbie McCord Dec 2013

My Hopes and Dreams

Sometimes, I wish I could fly.
Soar above the endless spacious sky,
Run my fingers along the fluff of the clouds
And look down at the world from above
viewed as nothing more than a speck,
Why did you not create me to be able to fly?

Sometimes, I wish I could climb.
Grapple with the backs of rocky mountain sides,
Touch the tippy tops of sharp, jagged peaks
And shout my accomplishments into the wind
heard as nothing more than a slight breeze,
Why did you not create me to be able to climb so high?

Sometimes, I wish I could swim.
Dive down into the deep, flowing depths,
Plunge myself into a whole new world filled with danger and mystery and beauty
And pour my discoveries into this magnificent and vast sea
becoming nothing more than my swept away dreams,
Why did you not create me to be able to swim so far?

Sometimes, I wish I could run.
Dash into endless forests and over countless hills,
Race alongside cheetahs amid the golden savanna
And let my strong legs carry me to wherever I may go
with nothing more than sot sunlight on my face and stars above my head to light my path,
Why did you not create me to be able to run so fast?

Sometimes, I wish for too many things in life.
That I could be someone or something I'm not.
But I am who I am, you made me this way, God.
A limited and restricted being,
bound to exhaustion and pain and ensnared in materialistic desires.
I hope that one day, I will be able to experience it all,
Free of the way of human life.
Seeing the world the way that wild animals do,
Truly living, like today is their last day. +

This was in assignment for my English class my sophomore year.

Bobbie McCord Dec 2013

All that remains

One day I saw
an elegant shining orb, glowing in brilliance
dancing with the light.
But, to my surprise, the orb was not content.
It craved an end to that darkness it struggled against.
It bet on fate for a better life,
shy of the edge it took the final step,
drifting off into the world below
I watched as it fell...
A beautiful crystal welcoming it's end.
I saw Time stand still and gasp, as if slowing itself would change anything.
That small orbs choice had been made.
I felt the shatter,
A thousand sharp, painful pieces,
almost as if to my own heart.
An explosion of brightness invaded  my eyes without warning
but  it was over as quickly as it had begun.
The light slowly faded, and my vision returned to me.
My eyes came to rest  on the orb, which was now
plain, clear, empty.  Ordinary.
Now, with it gone,
I am forced to walk,
A sea of glass.