Number one: She wanted candy So she wanted to sneak some But...her mommy saw.... Number two: I said I wouldn't But here I am with her My ring off my hand Number three: A test of her trust She fell back for him to catch With a smile, he did Number four: The water is ice So she pulls out her ice skates Hoping it won't break Number five: He hopes she'll accept As he gets down on one knee She smiles at him "Yes!"
What could happen to a man Who has lost his mind? Abandoned by society For all the things he could never be? What could happen to a man Who lets hate fill his heart? What happens to a man who has lost everything? Even his so called family? What could happen to a man Who doesn't know what's real or not? When nothing's all he's got? What if he painted a smile on his face And let insanity give him a new start And a new place? What if the worst thing that could happen happens? And the man decides to show them his pain? To let his hatred reign? B A N G
Out of all the different Holiday desserts Nothing lifts the spirit More than gingerbread houses They are beautiful And look good enough to eat But making them Is no easy task Taking a trip To the local Candy section Of the grocery store Red hots, Small gumdrops, Candy canes All practical for decorating Chocolate truffles For a stone wall Royal icing Used as the glue To hold all the candy together Assembling the pieces, With careful hands, Creating a sugary masterpiece A symbol of festive flair The aroma of spices Fills the air A symphony of flavors Awakening our appetite Frosting dripping like fresh snow Down the rooftops edge While the sugar glass windows Reveals a miniature world of dreams Upon this finished creation, Children gather 'round Gazing in amazement At this sugary marvel And we all admire The beauty we built A delectable treat Beyond compare And a shared moment of joy In gingerbread houses, We find a sweet taste Of holiday magic A tasty, delightful creation And
WINTER SONNET Fragrant blossom withers in frozen ground, Dry leaves dance gayly in the icy breeze, Abandoning their homes in naked trees. Then, snow comes drifting from skies with no sound. Excited eyes and cherub cheeks of rose, Greet the frosty days with romp and laughter. Days are magical forever after, When angel’s wings appear in fallen snows. Child like revelry possesses the world, As trails wind merrily down rolling hill. The constant sun smiles warm and bright until, It makes way for new moon to shine, like pearl. Special warmth wraps us with loving embrace. Winter, fill our eager hearts with your grace.
Hold my hand and lead me out of the darkness, out of the darkest corners of one's mind, lead me to you, to the beginning of an end. Let us be the beginning of world's ending, let us end by beginning, let us end in the most poetical way, let us lead, let us love, let us be. Take me away from my own thoughts. Save me from myself. Hold my hand for I want this to end. Poetically, unapologetically, to be yours. I want to drown myself in the pool of tears you spilled over me and us, this beginning, the end. Hold my hand. I'll teach you that things can come to an end without beginning. I'll teach you people can scar you for life without ever laying a hand on you. I'll scar you to prove you how permanent it could've been and how temporary it turned out to be. Hold my hand, I'll be the one to show you the end, the one we both prayed for, after everything we've been through. I'll show you that at the end of me, you begin. And that your beginning is my ending. You begin to lose
I remember the TREES A row of pines across the street Swaying in the wind like an approaching army One by one Family Members led me to them, in turn And left me to die As a sacrifice
Don't Sweat the Small Stuff by RachelandJessica23, literature
Literature
Don't Sweat the Small Stuff
When you feel like even the littlest things
Are taking control over your life,
You must remember not to sweat the small stuff.
You must make peace with your imperfections
Because perfection does not exist.
Even the gentlest, most relaxed people
Can achieve everything,
So you yourself must relax
And let that fact go.
Be aware of what you think
Before you even say anything.
Don't interrupt others when they're talking
Or finish their sentences.
Do something nice for someone else,
But try not to tell anyone else about it.
Life is too short to sweat the small stuff,
And sometimes it's okay to take a step back
And admit you're bein
Happy On My Own (A Poem About Being Aro-Ace) by RachelandJessica23, literature
Literature
Happy On My Own (A Poem About Being Aro-Ace)
I am not a person Who desires romance, Because I don't need it to be happy. Being in love with someone, Either romantically or physically, Is not that important to me. But I'm still perfectly capable of love So I'm not broken, frigid, or unlovable. I'm not a robot. I'm not confused. I'm not just focused on other things at the moment. I love my family, And I love my friends, In a familiar and platonic way. No matter what other people think, No matter what other people say, I don't see mating or dating As anything more Than a time-consuming hobby. I have nothing against it, But I'm just not interested in it. I will always be single, But free to hold my own life in my hands. I don't need to focus on romance, As it's not a priority in my life. There are lots of other things Waiting for me That suit my best interests at heart. Even if you don't understand, Please show respect for how I feel. Even though I don't want romance, I can take care of myself.
A nest on the porch Is home to baby robins That have bright red chests. The mother arrives With her beak full of worms for Her babies to eat. Their beaks wide open, They eagerly prepare to Have a nice supper. They chirp happily As the mother drops the worms Right into their beaks. The babies hatched from A strange kind of egg that is A bright shade of blue. Soon the babies grow To fly and sit upon trees And sing each morning. Once they've left the nest, Another bird will arrive To lay some more eggs. Once the eggs are laid, More robins will hatch and start The cycle again.