love
All you need is Love, and Love is all you need.
A World Without Us
I look out of my window. It's beautiful, watching the sun pass through and find its way to my face and making me feel so warm. I close eyes to absorb all of it. I stare at the blue sky that seems in unison with the bright red and brown leaves of the trees that seem to be marking the start of Autumn. I sip my coffee, taking long pauses before my next sip, pauses long enough to allow me to savor the moment but short enough to not drink cold coffee. How I hated cold coffee.
By Drowninginfairydust7 years ago in Humans
You Buy Your Own Cigarettes Now
You buy your own cigarettes now. It’s a habit I like to think I helped start. Watching you pull out that tan cardboard box and pack them expertly is one of my biggest accomplishments. I’ve trained you well. But as proud as I am, I’m beginning to see that my time with you is running out, much like that tan pack in your front pocket. Your addiction used to depend on me, and I was unashamed to fuel it. I found myself buying extra packs at the store, spending money I didn’t have on items I wouldn’t even get to use. But those four-to-six minutes alone with you on the balcony were satisfying, to say the least. Even when we didn’t speak, it was worth it just to watch you in the moonlight. To see your eyes scan the parking lot, to imagine where your mind goes, to envy the cancer-stick you bring to your lips every 10 seconds or so. Those seven dollars I’d never see again were made worth it. I had something you wanted, even if I truly have nothing you want. And I could trade the tiny white cylinders for four-to-six minutes of your time, because it was what you needed. Each pack represented twenty chances to pick your brain, twenty chances to guilt you out of your jacket, and twenty chances to have you to myself. Even you began to recognize what those minutes meant. You’d use them similarly: when you wanted to talk to me one-on-one, or when you’d use the chance to light my cigarette like a true gentleman. Because “pretty girls don’t light their own cigarettes”.
By Kaylie Granoff7 years ago in Humans
You'll Never Be Mine, and That's Okay
Dear J, Do you remember me? The girl who was so spellbound by you and couldn't hide it to save her life. Do you think about the moments we shared together? How you made me body react to you in ways that I didn't even know it could, by just looking my way. Do you even think of me at all? I reckon I already know the answer. It's a no. I never had a chance. You were always way out of my league, the perfect man. All the girls loved you, all the guys wanted to be you. Your careless smile captured the hearts of many, your touch craved by many more. I was just another one of your admirers, trapped in a state of mind I couldn't comprehend, but wished to stay in forever.
By Babygirl T7 years ago in Humans
Carefree Thoughts
Another day of just the right touch of cold layered towards me and just the right warmth cushioned beneath me, yes another bed day. The only place where my thoughts endlessly stream like running water passing carefree and careless of what it hits. I thought again and this time I was lost in a loop of thoughts, what if, what is, what is not. The possibilities chased back and forth in my mind like crashing waves against the edge of a cliff. No moment to grasp any real words, just thoughts after thoughts after thoughts. You can call it daydreaming or whatever fancy word you find, but I call it home.
By Rahma Saleh7 years ago in Humans
The Aerodynamic Theory of Love
On the question of love I have both a creative brain—specifically that of a writer—and an analytical brain, that of an unrealized scientist, and so I am blessed with both emotional and rational perspectives. And like many a bard, poet, philosopher, psychologist and neuroscientist, I have pondered the nature of love both in terms of the romantic notion and the scientific neuro-chemical basis. Yet, it still eludes.
By Skye Bothma7 years ago in Humans
Be an Artist
The art of a relationship comes in many forms. The heart is a masterpiece that should be admired by the painter, adorned like jewelry and valued at such a price, that the reward would be high for its return. Just like a valuable piece of artwork created by only one artist that it has to be put on display at the museum. You must take great pride in your work to reap the benefits.
By Scarlett Price7 years ago in Humans
Heart on Fire
That is what happened to me. My heart kept on braking. The last two times, it was the worst for me, and my heart was completely shattered. I knew I couldn’t give women another chance, ever again. The first woman, I met in 2006, but I didn't get to know her until many years later, when her relationship with Janice was about to end. It ended, a few years later, just as I thought. However, Cynthia never gave me the time of day. She was much too busy counting all the stars, so she missed out on the moon.
By Maria Ayala7 years ago in Humans
