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You stood behind me, as we watched,
Hands cupping my face
As if they were holding something
So precious.

Your soft touch enveloped me and you leaned in,
Head nestled in my hair,
Kisses decorated my face,
My smiling face.

Your laughter filled my heart,
And all of a sudden I realised that my happiness
was from not the video we were watching but
The person I was watching it with.
Nothing overly ground breaking but a moment I don't ever want to forget.
Aaron Bee Jun 2016
The water is flavorless  when it hits my coffee stained tongue
I crave hydration. My white lined lips  argue that it's impossible
EG Bud Jun 2016
Her story is a simple one
Two married parents, and an only child
Not poor, not rich
She had a name, but according to her peers it’s not important
They thought her names were Fatso, Ugly, Cow, Disgrace
She let it happen because she knew something
Something they did not even know about themselves
They were not as tough as they acted, they were scared
“Scared of what?” she did not know, it could be anything
What was she scared of? Nothing
Of them? The ones who tease her? Never
She could never be afraid of people she pitied
You may judge her for allowing this to happen to herself when she is supposedly so fearless
But if you judge her, what makes you different from the antagonists of her life?
I suppose her story isn’t simple
But it isn’t considered complex either
Because it happens everyday to people like her
They share Her Story
Lydia May 2016
I feel like I've found my niche
with this walking thing
I started because I found it makes my baby happy
he sleeps so good in the rocky stroller
falling into slumber with each bounce and groove in the sidewalk
I started to realize it was therapeutic
for the both of us
I find myself actually looking forward to
waking up so I can start my
morning and go for my walk
the air is clearer and so is my mind
I like to know I'm growing stronger everyday
I like to push myself to go further
walk faster
think harder
my walks are where my thoughts
come together
where I process my life and give myself time to be fully
me
sometimes my mind is blank
and I am just feet on the ground
leaving an untraceable path
burning calories and fat
into muscle and progress
I think I found my thing
a thing I like to do
even if it does seem small and simple
it makes me feel good
and when something makes you feel like this
why would you stop
Don Bouchard Apr 2016
I have known enough of life
To speak a word on the value of love,
And the quickness of a final breath,
And the separation caused by death.

I have bent to tie a shoelace,
Been overwhelmed with realization,
That when I stand again to look,
The loved one who came to mind
Has long been buried,
Will not hear me speak,
Nor say my name.

This morning, as we readied
Ourselves for work,
I stopped to pick a thing up,
Realized the joy
Of hearing my wife's sounds:
Cooking eggs,
Running water in the sink,
Putting things away,
And felt a rush of love.

I stood and walked to her,
Kissed her on the nose.

"What was that for?"

"I was overwhelmed by love just now."
Noticing the little precious things of life...while we are still here....
Ephesians 5:14-16
Silverflame Apr 2016
Sometimes I paint outside the framework.
Because even the perfectionist goes berserk.
Just to let the steam out of the system.

Sometimes I dream that my teeth are falling out.
I never know what that is about.
Only to find myself waking up with the feeling of relief.

Sometimes I stare directly into the burning sun.
It is a battle that I have not yet won.
Perhaps a walking stick will accompany me someday.

Sometimes I run with my old loose shoes.
Only to collide with the ground, leaving me with a blue bruise.
I never seem to learn from my mistakes.

Sometimes I apologize, even if it is not my fault.
But I can take the blame. I am tough as asphalt.
I do not mind to say what others are afraid to admit.

Sometimes I wish I could look in the mirror.
See all the things a little clearer.
To greet my reflection with a smile.
I curl up in March 21st
Like a renegade lost at sea
finally reaching the shore

Some days it had felt
Like the waves would never stop
Like they would always be
Crashing over me
Again and again
Until I ceased to get  back up
Others were calm
Numbly floating in the currents
Letting the ocean take me  
Too tired to fight

And every day
I thought about it
And every day
I think about it
Pauline Morris Mar 2016
Everyday we're dying
So why are we still trying

Everyday we're closer to the end
From where we all begain

Everyday we lose
Less things we can choose

Everyday that slips on by
Leaves us closer to the day we die
Jellyfish Mar 2016
I walk into my room and kick the heater over to stop it from blowing hot air in my room. It's boiling in here. I kick off my pants and lay on my bed. *Why is life so hard?
Unnoticed Notes Mar 2016
Blank faces
Crowded minds
Tired hearts
Unwanted thoughts
Meaningless words
Warm smiles only meant for the publics sake
Avoided issues
More give and take
All the while looking for someone to lose myself in and trying to find who I use to be.
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