love
All you need is Love, and Love is all you need.
Take It
I was lying there on my back staring at your ceiling. My wrists burned from how tight you'd fastened them to the metal part of your bed frame and I couldn't breathe. I wasn't sure what to do next. I felt nothing. Not the kind of nothing where you're going through a depressive episode and you feel like nothing kind of nothing. I could not feel a single thing. I didn't feel cold. I didn't feel sad. I didn't feel scared. I felt nothing and in that moment I truly got to experience what being dead felt like. It's an empty abyss with nowhere to go and you don't feel a thing, but you keep waiting for something to happen and it never ever does. You just die. You can't hear anything. Every sound collides together so fast that you can't hear it. For a while, I stayed there thinking I was screaming. I started hearing myself repeat the same line over and over and over and over again. "STOP PLEASE THIS HURTS" "PLEASE STOP" "PLEASE..."
By Elizabeth E.8 years ago in Humans
Sign of the Times
You never know how much you truly love someone until they’re gone. Esme was the love of my life for as long as I could remember. After high school we got an apartment together, which was the best choice I’ve ever made. She was the happiest girl in the world. She’d always have her long brown hair tied up into a bun on the top of her head. Her bright blue eyes would shine with excitement whenever she was with me. She was by far the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.
By Julia Barker8 years ago in Humans
Love and Loss
Love and loss go hand-in-hand. Even ask the Earth, for she has fallen in love with the moon, yet never gets to be remotely close to him. She watches him as he awakens to take over the sky, while she waits for dawn to peek through. Life and Death have been in love for as long as the world has been intact. Life sacrifices so much for Death. Everything in her possession is handed over to Death at some point, and she has no say in when they’re to be given up. But he cherishes her bearings, keeping every single last one of the lives she’s given him. Life and Death however, will never truly be one.
By Lyza Giroux8 years ago in Humans
Mercy
My sheets smell like gun oil. You could never seem to wash the ghost of bullets from your palm lines. Rifle stains spell out a destiny across the map of your hands. I only hope you remember that my name is written there too. I worry about oil spills, the traces your hands leave behind, painting war between my fingers, through my hair. My new perfume is someone else’s battle, a second hand smoke I’m trying not to choke on.
By Aliza Dube8 years ago in Humans
My Experience with Love
As a child you think love is something between moms and dads, what you feel for your first teddy bear, or even your favorite cartoon show. You think during that time that's all that is, you think boys/girls have "cooties" and you play and joke around but you never know that one day you might find the same boy or girl that had "cooties" will be the love of your life. I grew up kinda differently, I didn't think boys or girls had such a thing, in all honesty I thought it was just plain nonsense! I thought love was a certain connection you had with someone that no one else could feel. I mean sure you had a kind of love with your family and friends but I was really fascinated with the idea of having one person all to myself that I could love for the rest of my life.
By Caitlin Carter8 years ago in Humans
Love: What Is It?
If you ask a young child what love is, they will say it's the feeling mommy or daddy gives you, or the way it feels to eat a warm cookie from the oven, the feeling you get when you hug your favorite stuffed animal or the way you feel about any kind of animal. If you ask a young married couple, they will tell you the feeling you get when you're with your other half, the feeling you get when you talk about them or spend every moment surrounded by them. If you ask an elderly couple, they will tell you it's the feeling that you get every time you look into the eyes of your lover; the feeling of their presence in the room with yours. But, with all these different definitions on love, what actually is it?
By Megan Eason8 years ago in Humans
