love
All you need is Love, and Love is all you need.
What Would You Do to Stop Hurting?
I was in love, you could even say he was my first love. I thought we would be together forever, but obviously I should have known better. Our families didn't want us together. They didn't want us together so much that lies and rumors were told to one another. Well, I guess our love wasn't enough to keep us together. I don't know why I was so naive to think that we would be together forever or that our love was strong enough to keep us together.
By jazmine lopez8 years ago in Humans
My Addiction
Tall and Built. Kind brown eyes. Hands of a worker. But I suppose they’re not in the sense that you’re thinking. Maybe I should say... “restless hands,” always ready for what’s next. He can’t just be in the moment — way too worried about what he might miss out on.
By Maddy Oakes8 years ago in Humans
Hopefully, Dreams Don't Come True (Part 1)
It was only the two of us since we left Lizton. It’s a terrible town to fall in love in because no one loves in that town. The men are in love with the fields, the crops, and the machines to plant the crops into the fields. The women are in love with the bigger towns that surround Lizton – Brownsburg, Avon, Zionsville, Danville, and Indianapolis. But no one loves there. “The only Lizton in the world!” the signs say, welcoming you into what you think would be a magical town experience. "The only Lizton in the world?" you think. How interesting! Of course, the town is anything but. The town consists of 366 acres of run-down and once-was. Within that 366 acres are 497 people thinking that they either wish that they could’ve done better or thinking there’s nothing better. The latter is not how we saw it.
By Taylor Ramseyer8 years ago in Humans
Beginning Life...Again...From Two Feet Below
So, I married the first time young. I was just 20. The thing is, she was an able-bodied person, like most of the few people in my world with the exception of a few crips that included my older brother, who died in '00. I'll get to that later.
By Jason Rhode8 years ago in Humans
How I Fell In Love With Myself Before Someone Else Could
In the eye of this emotional and mental hurricane, I felt like there wasn’t a lot of hope for me. Everything felt like the end of the world, which I now know wasn’t the case. I felt like the world would’ve been an easier place without me in it. The space that I was taking up should’ve been put into better use. I only ever wrote poetry about sadness and how I was tired of only writing poetry about sadness. Things were not looking up for me. There was no light at the end of the dark tunnel I had been stuck inside.
By Taylor Ramseyer8 years ago in Humans
L.O.V.E Nowadays
LOVE. A 4 letter word that can invoke almost every single emotion known/unknown to mankind. When you hear the word love what runs through your mind? A beloved family member? A close friend? A particular boy/girl that somehow has the ability to make your heart skip a beat?
By Sam's Babble8 years ago in Humans
August 20
I've loved and I've lost. I think everyone can say that! It's so true though. Just a year ago I thought I wanted to be with someone forever. I knew it was because I was scared to let go with the fear of being alone, but when I did let go I felt like the whole world was off my shoulders. I felt the sudden need to feel happier, to look happier, smile more, even go out. That relationship changed me. It changed me for the better. I spent time finding myself just like everyone does after a brutal breakup. I guess it wasn't that brutal, but it felt like it. The endless name-calling, the blaming, the going to meet up for dinner to talk it out, but he brings his cousin and makes it awkward. It was horrible! I wanted to cry so hard, but I was done crying. I felt miserable but was also happy at the same time.
By Felicity Dyess8 years ago in Humans
Painting a Mirror
I dip the palm of my hand gently into the tray of cool, sticky paint, my hand picking up a few different colors as it presses down on the tray. The pain is such a relieving feeling against my hand that was hot and sweaty from feeling so nervous. I can feel my arms tremble a little and my breath becomes faster, shallow and shaky. I lift my hand and look at the imprint it made in the paint; small and imperfect and most definitely mine. A small breeze makes its way to me through the small screen door in front of me on the patio. It makes the only other noise aside from my frantically beating heart. My mind is racing but I can't think of anything to say. I know I should just turn around and do it but I have no excuse to, none aside from my intense desire to. Maybe if I turn around I'll find some inspiration to...to do what? I feel like the paint is sliding off of my hand, beginning to dry and become useless. It's been so long just standing here, panicking. Do I turn around or would it be a waste of time? I should just run out of that screen door, out into the field of tall grass and just disappear. As I'm standing, preparing to run and yet wanting to stay, whether or not I escape to the vast and unsure world beyond the screen door is decided for me. It's uncomfortably warm and humid but yet the warmth of your hand on my bare shoulder is comforting; gently guiding my body towards you without turning around. My breaths deepen and my heart quickens with every inch that my feet move me farther away from the door. Then, suddenly, your hand disappears and my heart sinks. My face flushes and I want so badly to sprint out of the patio door and not look back but instead I turn, finally, to see where you have gone. As I wheel around, my sticky, colorful hand reaches out and, in my haste, finds itself pressed on your bare chest. The blue and silver of your eyes dulls the brilliance of the blue paint smeared just over your heart in the shape of my slender hand. Air catches in my chest, my body seems frozen in ice and yet my cheeks flush with heat. The gentle touch of your hand on my cheek melts my frozen muscles and the paint on your fingertips cools my flushed cheeks. I feel the cool streaks of blue and silver left on my cheek and reach up to touch your face where you had touched mine. Feeling your skin on min again sends a rush of red to to my head. Both of us are slow but eager to reach and grab for more. I take a breath to speak but your lips reach mine before words can and suddenly the world becomes more vast than the field outside or the sky above it, yet it only consists of your lips, your breath, your hands and our heat. That was the day I learned to love, by seeing me in you.
By Angelena Petcheck8 years ago in Humans
