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First times had always been important to her.
The first time she learned how to ride a bike without the trainer wheels, the first time she got a great grade on her test.
Because these first times were special only when they happened for the first time.
Riding on the bicycle without the training wheels was no longer unusual, getting good grades wasn't new.
They just became regular habits. She never regretted having all of those first times; the only one she ever regretted was the first time you spoke to her; looking into her eyes.
Because now, even after all those years,
she still can't look away.

-A.A.
Jumbled thoughts
 Mar 2015 Kate Breanne
Jon York
Collect, collaborate
and share thoughts
from your experiences
knowing that at any
given moment you
have the power to say
that this is not how
the story is going
to end.

Life will expand
or shrink in
proportion to
your courage and
it is not the
mountain that
we conquer but
ourselves.

Realize life while
you live it and
every minute savor
what you have
whether it is
being rich or poor
or being alone
and just be glad
to be alive and
to be here now.

It is not what
you look at
that matters,
it is what you
see and patience
is a companion
of wisdom.

We first make
habits then our
habits make us
so seek first to
understand then
to be understood.      
                                Jon York      2015
The genesis of life
is an enigma for us
Without a beginning
and an end
Disguised in many forms
An eternal cycle
Energy of different degrees
A strong core
Holds the cycle of life
All beings pulled within
the ring of life
Force that emerge
from an unknown source
Enigma of life
We all want to decipher
None but the origins
are aware of the source
 Mar 2015 Kate Breanne
Caela Bay
Don't leave me,
I swear I won't be able to stand it
there are days when it feel like ***** is filling my lungs
and I am stupid enough to try and take another sip.

You're not just the sun,
You're the whole ******* universe.
I look at you and see galaxies, milky ways and star dust.
Yet I feel like the tiniest little falling star that's ready to burst.

Your laugh that you say is "so annoying"
is like orchestra music to me;
when the violin and cello  intertwine
it's the most divine sound I could ever hear;
every hair on my body stands up
and in that moment I  just kind of, fall in love.

Like that smile, oh that smile.
The way you crinkle your nose,
When you make me laugh like a child
and that tiny little he-he that you giggle back to me.

when you walk away to spend eight hours a day
slaving away to make food for people you don't even know
with people you don't even like.

I just want to throw my arms around you and pull you back,
say, " no. lets go take a nap"
I'll pet your hair and scratch your back.

I love to listen to the stories you tell me
the more I know, the more I become intrigued
I'm infatuated with you, who is so fascinating.

I know I am difficult.
you don't have to pretend like I'm not
instead of telling you that i'm struggling
I sit silently and let myself drown
and I know that I'm pulling you down to,
that's one thing I never want to do

cause without you, where I'd be
is a place where I don't think I could even call myself me.

It ***** that I'm needy,
and i'm sorry I'm so clingy
I'm not use to missing someone next to me when I sleep.
wanting to wake up to see your face
knowing that I can go on with my day.
my lungs won't be filled up
and for awhile I'll be able to smile
not wanting to drown out the pain with sleep or drugs.

Cause I dream about your eyes and I see galaxies
I think about your laugh and I hear music

"Beauuutiful"   ( you always say)
yes you are.      ( I always think)
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