January 2010
The Only Solution
My only escape from the emotional shit inside me is Longboarding.
Pulling out those nose manuals, shuvits, 180 power slides, Casanovas.
Doing those cross step variations and peterpans.
It’s all that matters, when i’m longboarding.
It gets her out of my head. But sometimes, she’s still there, watching me do my moves, doing tricks on the board, flipping it. Falling, wiping out, getting hurt.
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Our Second Month
I will take you to a place where we belong together. Under the fluorescent light, your smile captivates me, your eyes beaming with clarity, you look ravishing. Somewhere in the middle of a prairie, adorned with beautiful myriad of flowers, you will stand, looking buoyant with spirit, waiting to embrace an everlasting kiss. I will run, hold you, and never let you go. As dusk begins to falter, the...
1000
My mind thinks a thousand words But my voice can only speak three My sword defeats a thousand hoards But my love can only be for thee My legs will run a thousand miles Just to find your key My body will swim across a thousand Niles I want to set you free My heart beats a thousand times Because I want you to see That even a thousand beautiful rhymes Can never show how much you mean to me…
by...
Woman
Woman, in all my years, I never found love like yours, never felt peace in times of conflict. With you, courage finds me in times when no one ever tries to stand up. You embraced me when everybody hated me. Until now, you never left my side. You have opened my eyes and brought me life.
Don’t you know you are mine?
Woman, you always told me, but I never said it back. Yet, you never questioned me....
( warning: this is long, but worth it. ) The night stung my eyes; the bright lights dripping from my window pane confused me until I realized rain was pattering its way across the streets. My apartment reeked of loneliness as I blinked my eyes open and closed for a few moments. My fingers were cold and cemented underneath my blankets which were ruffled and messed everywhere. I lied on my small...
December 2009
i miss holding your hand. mine feels rather empty. i miss the way we would talk to each other. the way we’d verbally write letters even though we were right next to each other. i miss knowing that you were mine and i was yours. i miss the look in your eyes. the way that we could just sit and be perfect. i miss knowing that we werent perfect but we were good for each other. i miss that.
By C.
Girl: i want the money, money and the cars, the cars and the clothes, the hoes, i suppose. i just wanna be, i just wanna be successful.
Boy: :o
Girl: it's a song. :3
Boy: oh, lol.
Girl: i'm just kidding, i just want love.
Boy: okay, you can have mine.
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Tonight, I Would Gladly Suffer This Pain Of Loving
Tonight, I would gladly suffer this pain of loving
and this would not be the last time that I think of her.
Oh, how could I not have loved her smiling eyes,
even when she has reserved her eyes for another’s?
I love her. It is as meaningful as it is true.
But why would it matter when I could not make her smile?
Though loving her has not made my heart grow so heavy,
it pains me to think that...
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She never though she would find love. She would wonder around with her head in the clouds thinking about what it would be like to find love. She wold sit on the same bench by the same lighthouse everyday. She liked the way the ocean air caressed her face. There she could write about her dream guy and what love would feel like. How it would feel to see them everyday and have her heart skip...
Secretly, I love it when you trail your fingertips across my bare skin. I love the fact how it is the same delicate touch that you apply against porcelain keys to create that beautiful melody; the same calloused fingertips that grasps the worn-out surface of a basketball; and the same warm squeeze that embraces the crevices between my fingers. I remember the time you told me that I was fragile,...
The Good Anxiety
Do you remember the first time we kissed? We were watching a film, and with each scene I moved a little closer. When I finally found the courage to make a move, I wrapped my arm around you and pulled you close. You gave me the good anxiety. The butterflies in my stomach. The warmth in my chest. Every fiber of my being wanted to kiss you. You listened to me pour out a jumbled mess of art...
Help Ghost. (Please click and read the story) →
Formspring;
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I just really need somewhere to get this off my chest, and I figured FYlove would be the best since you all appreciate cheesy romantic stuff. <3 So let’s start this off by saying that I am so madly, ridiculously, incredibly in love with this boy. He makes me smile like no boy ever has in my entire life. I just got off Stickam with him...
“Is it bad that when I see new pictures of him i can’t stop smiling with the...”
– Katie Warren
Love is not love...
Sonnet 116
Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove: O no! it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within...
Sleeping with you
Knowing you are there, by my side when the earth that we know is darkened by the absence of the sun is extraordinary. Your touch is the comfort I searched and craved for. Your fingertips caressed against my skin as your lips are compressed with mine for a moment, or two, or three. We smile with our eyes closed facing each other. Our legs stroke smoothly against each other, the warmth of our bodies...
Oh love, why do you have to be this cruel?
A raging thunderstorm in the wee hours of the morning. Me with your shirt on, and the lingering yet ephemeral scent of your cologne; the very last of you before being brutally packaged and sent to me 10,000 miles and 10 days away.
I am very much afraid to write so desolately.
I am terrified of this vulnerability that I have kept for you. I am terrified of my irrational fears that could very...
