Alone in this world. by OliviaMichalski, literature
Literature
Alone in this world.
Are you okay?
Yes, I am.
Are you afraid?
Yes, I am.
Will you ever be afraid of nothing?
Will you ever be completely happy?
Someday all your feelings will stop roughing
All of them are becoming scrappy.
Being okay is not what it seems
"okay" is a word of sloth
it may be a word of dreams
but mostly it's a word of both.
Sadness and reclusion.
Drowning, drowning in a dead man's Kiss by bluedragoneye, literature
Literature
Drowning, drowning in a dead man's Kiss
Drowning, drowning in a dead man’s kiss
The sea spray kissing her sun bake skin as she watches the waves moving pass
The feel of the hot sand stinging the bottoms of her bare feet drawing her closer to the sea
The cool mild wind rushing in, tussling her brown soft hair about seagulls overhead giving out a shout
A white cap rising up higher, off a ways out at sea, moving closer to the shore and the one standing beside the waves
Her mind sheepishly lost in thought as the waves hypnotize her body growing numb
Slowly her heart beats to the movement of the sea as a darkness gathers deeper in the waves
Moving closer the wave rises up higher
Christian Lifestyle=Tough Life by Twilightlover2007, literature
Literature
Christian Lifestyle=Tough Life
You know something I'm getting real sick and tired of people saying that religion is for weak minded people. They obviously haven't tried it. Being a Christian has been a hard part of my life all my life. Being able to see something and believe it's there is one thing. But to believe in something that you can't see physically, that you can't touch. It's hard! And to not only believe in that unseen force, but trust that the said unseen force LOVES YOU, wants the best for YOU, wants to see YOU grow as a person, and wants YOU to TRUST in the ability that it has It's HARD! I grew up Christian most of my life but I struggled back and for
I, am tired.
Tired of feeling.
Tired of all the hard work of healing.
Tired of failing.
Tired of falling.
Tired.
I am tired of things,
People, and notions.
Tired of people,
And tired of their motions.
Tired of their talk
Tired of their commotion.
Tired of everything
Inside and out
Tired of hating
Too tired to pout
I just wish,
Wish I could live,
Live underwater
Some place to forgive
Some place to wish
And wish I shall do
Wish to not be tired
Oh, please wish,
Come true.
He comes home
in the middle of the night -
his birthday; I'd cooked
and waited, as it got cold.
He comes home,
shouting, "Darling! Pack! We're going!"
And off we are again
to I-don't-know-where.
He comes home
just before lunch -
I'm in the kitchen, cooking,
for two, but he
brings a crowd, because
"John's got nowhere to go,
and this guy we met today,
and here's his wife,
and look - our new brother!"
(Don't ask me how
our food multiplied.)
Or he doesn't come home,
for days on end,
and I wonder: Is he in prison?
Is he dead?
Or at the other end of the world?
He comes back a month later,
with all sorts of news,
lots of di
That Smile that melts the Ice by Lijuna, literature
Literature
That Smile that melts the Ice
It´s a damn cold world
Wanna know its worth
All I wanna see in this world
Is a Smile that melts my ice
A Smile that makes me cry
I wanna Smile like I did before
but I don´t know how...
And I´m scared to loose you now
but I don´t really know why...
Are these feelings really true
or an illusion, a dream of you?
I´m afraid of you and your Smile
That Smile that melts my ice
A Smile that makes me cry
When I look at you
I can´t turn my eyes away from you
My eyes are chasing you
I wanna reach you,
wanna hold you,
wanna see your Smile
That Smile that melts my ice
That Smile that that makes me cry
It