Her golden hair shines in the moonlight. Looking down on her sleeping in the grass next to him, he sees the song she fell asleep to and smiles. Leaning over and kissing her forehead softly, he sees something in the corner of his eye. A firefly. It lands gracefully on the hand that's draped over her stomach. He watches the firefly makes it's way to the middle of her hand, and rest. Turning back to kiss her forehead, another sits in her hair, making her hair shine brighter. Knowing her power, he carefully moves away, and watches the fireflies evenly space themselves out on her skin and hair. She stirs slightly, beginning to wake up. The firefli
I can't see anything when those doors are closed. They make it pitch black in here. The dress feels so heavy; it could fall off any minute. I feel a hand on my shoulder, then I loop my arm into his with a nod of my head. The doors open and I take two steps out of the darkness and stop to look for his face.
There's no smile, but an open and speechless mouth. He didn't look like he even recognized me. Wait, he recognizes me, he just doesn't believe it's me.
I take a few more steps, feeling the train behind me, making the dress a little heavier. The sparkles, along the hem that flow evenly down the entire dress, shine against the light as they
To the boy who makes me smile
through thick and thin across 1,000 miles
the one i know will be at the end of the isle.
To the boy who warms my heart
without buying it like i'm in a mini-mart
he chose me with a throw of a dart.
To the boy who rocks my socks
from his guitar to his really long locks
he doesn't even need a little black box.
To the boy who keeps me happily me
he keeps me sane on who i want to be
if i was his prisoner there's no way i'd be free.
To the boy who beats the odds
he overpowers any god
i'd rather listen to him than my I-pod.
To the boy who i love
we chose to be two mating doves.
My mama always told me to stick to my plan, to do what I wanted to do. So I became what I wanted to be: an exotic dancer.
She never told me not to become one of those. She never told me she would disown me for it. She never told me she would ban my father from walking me down the aisle at my wedding.
So what did I do in retaliation?
I had my husband's father walk me down the aisle. I call my parents by their first names. I spend holidays with Jorge's parents. I never call. I forbid my children from having contact with their grandparents.
It's what they deserve......well, it's what she deserves.
My life isn't horrible just because of my j
I have things
stuck on my mind
like flowers that
are stuck in an endless cycle.
I don't want
to keep thinking these
as I wait,
anticipating the darkness.
My mother - my closest friend
alone, in danger, scared.
My worst fears come alive
as my mind thinks more.
We wish and pray
for toys, movies, games,
when all I want
is her safety.
My anxiety strengthens,
my heart grows weak,
and I can't help but ask
why they keep torturing me.
I want to scream, yell, cry,
even run away.
But I stay quiet,
hoping my mother
is untouched, unharmed.
And always, when I come home,
my worst fears are wrong.
She is safe, she is here.
music is my love
music is my heart
music is my passion
music is my life
music is my inspiration
music is my soul
music is the one thing
that has never lied
music keeps me sane
music calms my nerves
music takes my thoughts
and washes them all away
music is the only thing
I will always love
music is the only thing
that can make me feel safe
Trying to find
the words to say
is a game
that is not to be played.
It's tempting,
but so are you,
my heart always
comes unglued.
They say that
I'm just meaningless,
that I'm made out of
God's little mess.
They don't know
what it's like
to be treated
like a tiny tyke.
I understand that
I'm still just me,
and they can't stop
who I want to be.
I wander through the forest
with you by my side;
those hazel colored eyes
you should not dare hide
I look up to the stars
to show me the way,
when you take my hand
and softly say,
"Come with me,
I know where to go."
Then he leads me
as I obediently follow.
To a clearing
with the moon so high,
this moment I will not
just let pass by.
The moon goes down
as the sun comes up,
a sign that says
I need to wake up.
The dream was so vivid,
so real,
his love
I could almost feel.
A tear rolls down her face
as she walks through the grass.
the flowers in her hand
are such a heavy mass.
The emotions in her head
fly by like the wind,
then she sees his face,
like he once had been.
Her feet are bricks;
the weight unbearable.
her knees cave in;
they were so breakable.
Looking down
she sees his name,
the sky darkens up
as it begins to rain.
she sets the flowers down
and begins to weep,
as the water puddles up
around her feet.
Getting up she says
"I miss you."
and then she hears
"I'll always be with you."
Her golden hair shines in the moonlight. Looking down on her sleeping in the grass next to him, he sees the song she fell asleep to and smiles. Leaning over and kissing her forehead softly, he sees something in the corner of his eye. A firefly. It lands gracefully on the hand that's draped over her stomach. He watches the firefly makes it's way to the middle of her hand, and rest. Turning back to kiss her forehead, another sits in her hair, making her hair shine brighter. Knowing her power, he carefully moves away, and watches the fireflies evenly space themselves out on her skin and hair. She stirs slightly, beginning to wake up. The firefli
I can't see anything when those doors are closed. They make it pitch black in here. The dress feels so heavy; it could fall off any minute. I feel a hand on my shoulder, then I loop my arm into his with a nod of my head. The doors open and I take two steps out of the darkness and stop to look for his face.
There's no smile, but an open and speechless mouth. He didn't look like he even recognized me. Wait, he recognizes me, he just doesn't believe it's me.
I take a few more steps, feeling the train behind me, making the dress a little heavier. The sparkles, along the hem that flow evenly down the entire dress, shine against the light as they
music is my love
music is my heart
music is my passion
music is my life
music is my inspiration
music is my soul
music is the one thing
that has never lied
music keeps me sane
music calms my nerves
music takes my thoughts
and washes them all away
music is the only thing
I will always love
music is the only thing
that can make me feel safe
To the boy who makes me smile
through thick and thin across 1,000 miles
the one i know will be at the end of the isle.
To the boy who warms my heart
without buying it like i'm in a mini-mart
he chose me with a throw of a dart.
To the boy who rocks my socks
from his guitar to his really long locks
he doesn't even need a little black box.
To the boy who keeps me happily me
he keeps me sane on who i want to be
if i was his prisoner there's no way i'd be free.
To the boy who beats the odds
he overpowers any god
i'd rather listen to him than my I-pod.
To the boy who i love
we chose to be two mating doves.
I wander through the forest
with you by my side;
those hazel colored eyes
you should not dare hide
I look up to the stars
to show me the way,
when you take my hand
and softly say,
"Come with me,
I know where to go."
Then he leads me
as I obediently follow.
To a clearing
with the moon so high,
this moment I will not
just let pass by.
The moon goes down
as the sun comes up,
a sign that says
I need to wake up.
The dream was so vivid,
so real,
his love
I could almost feel.
My mama always told me to stick to my plan, to do what I wanted to do. So I became what I wanted to be: an exotic dancer.
She never told me not to become one of those. She never told me she would disown me for it. She never told me she would ban my father from walking me down the aisle at my wedding.
So what did I do in retaliation?
I had my husband's father walk me down the aisle. I call my parents by their first names. I spend holidays with Jorge's parents. I never call. I forbid my children from having contact with their grandparents.
It's what they deserve......well, it's what she deserves.
My life isn't horrible just because of my j
Trying to find
the words to say
is a game
that is not to be played.
It's tempting,
but so are you,
my heart always
comes unglued.
They say that
I'm just meaningless,
that I'm made out of
God's little mess.
They don't know
what it's like
to be treated
like a tiny tyke.
I understand that
I'm still just me,
and they can't stop
who I want to be.
I have things
stuck on my mind
like flowers that
are stuck in an endless cycle.
I don't want
to keep thinking these
as I wait,
anticipating the darkness.
My mother - my closest friend
alone, in danger, scared.
My worst fears come alive
as my mind thinks more.
We wish and pray
for toys, movies, games,
when all I want
is her safety.
My anxiety strengthens,
my heart grows weak,
and I can't help but ask
why they keep torturing me.
I want to scream, yell, cry,
even run away.
But I stay quiet,
hoping my mother
is untouched, unharmed.
And always, when I come home,
my worst fears are wrong.
She is safe, she is here.
He saw her on the street
Two strangers who happened to meet
She grabbed at his shirt
Only then did he see she was hurt
She'd been beaten yet again
By that socially "perfect" boyfriend
The blood ran down her face
He started - "What a disgrace"
At the look of fear she gave, he said
"No not you, but your injured head
Hides how beautiful you are"
She noticed his own scar
Staring for a minute or two
Before asking him, "Who are you?"
"I'm help, I'm yours, I'm anything...
Just promise me something"
He answered and smiled
As nine-one-one was surreptitiously dialed
"Anything, anything at all."
Quickly he kissed her before she starte
KATNISS
[x] You would do anything to protect your family.
[ ] You have good aim.
[ ] You hate cats.
[x] You like to wear your hair in a braid.
[ ] You find sticking to instructions tough.
[ ] You aren't too fond of people in general.
[x] You hate being indebted to people.
[ ] You hold grudges.
[ ] You wouldn't describe yourself as a warm, friendly person—you've got about as much charm as a dead slug.
[x] When you sing, the birds fall silent.
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PEETA
[x] You're an artist.
[x] You love to bake.
[x] You can decorate well.
[x] Manipulating people comes naturally for you.
[ ] You're clever.
[ ] Your favorite color