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he instilled love into me whenever I needed it, and even when I didn’t need it
it was the best feeling i had ever felt
whether it was from words
or a glance
or a longing gaze; yeah, there’s a difference
or a simple gesture of his arm on my shoulder
he gave me love
when his love and he left; I adapted to it
I have this favorable mutation
and it allows me to move on from things that would cause me pain
The place I had full of love is empty
absolutely empty, nothing there, and a brick wall forms as a barrier, like a callus on my palm
or in this case, my heart
» Posted By Delilah On 06.11.2014 @ 8:18 pm
she was a believer
and she didn’t know that she would meet a boy who changed it all
when she started getting to know him better, they would be together all of the time
they would lay down and look at the clouds, one telling the other what it looked like to them
they would take turns riding his electric scooter
always telling stories, secrets, dreams
it was a beautiful thing
they would play tag, just the two of them; tackling each other to the ground
the winner gets to kiss the loser on the cheek, of course
he always let her win
they would play games on her phone, the recurring one being fruit ninja where their fingers would skim for that brief moment; it was a feeling like no other
they could communicate with glances, and always knew what the other was feeling
they would know how to cheer each other up
he would come and they would lay together at the darkest and quietest of night
she was eating ice cream while sobbing in her room? he was there in seconds
the light was on in her room at twelve thirty? there with her, for her, always
enjoying eachothers company was all they wanted
dreaming of a world where being together was forever; loved what they had
then she woke up
» Posted By Delilah On 06.08.2014 @ 8:11 pm
I never thought about what would happen beforehand, I just performed. I didn’t care what other would think, I didn’t even care what Master would think. I just did.
The excitement while performing was vast, and the relief afterwards was such a good feeling.
I never regretted my decision. I stuck with it til the end.
» Posted By Delilah On 12.24.2013 @ 6:56 pm
shapes. Sound of the teacher droning on about how they work and how to measure. Diameter, Parameter.
Seven, four or eight sided stories. How to measure
» Posted By Delilah On 12.03.2013 @ 8:39 pm
She felt like a stencil against the wall
Used to produce nothing visibily unique
» Posted By Delilah On 11.29.2013 @ 8:01 pm
Hoping the search was over, that it was it, he was “the one”. Yearning constantly, ignoring that it was a fight to keep it going. Hoping only made the hurt of realizing it wasn’t there that much more painful.
» Posted By Delilah On 10.03.2013 @ 8:27 pm
is it taboo to want real, all encompassing passionate love with just one other person?
I have this feeling that all i want is you, but when I’m with you I feel like you’re suffocating me. This can’t be right, to have this overwhelming urgency to need something that only hurts you and makes you feel so little.
» Posted By Delilah On 05.14.2013 @ 6:51 pm
do you love a baby?
for the laugh?
for the tiny feet?
for the trust it gives?
for the hazel eyes peering at you
through long lashes?
or for it’s innocence?
» Posted By Delilah On 01.29.2013 @ 4:14 pm
The student quietly leaned over to show her friend the place. She also whispers answers in his ear so he doesn’t get embarrassed in front of anyone. When he misses what the teacher said, She’ll tell him the missing information. The teacher sees and knows all of this. She lets her get away with it though. Who was teaching whom?
» Posted By delilah On 11.06.2012 @ 8:01 pm
Steps. Big steps. Small Steps. I have a goal. I have a dream. How do I get there? Steps. Big steps. Small steps. It’s still to far. Smaller steps. It’s close, but I can’t touch it. It’s to hard. Even smaller. I’m almost there. A big step will make me go to far. Baby steps.
» Posted By delilah On 11.01.2012 @ 4:09 pm
Ever since that day, my life has never been the same. Which day? The day my sister was born. The day my brother got married. The day I met my husband, although I didn’t know it yet. Which day? Every day.
» Posted By Delilah On 10.13.2012 @ 6:51 pm
I am not longer a little girl, cowering under the blankets from the monster in the closet. I know those monsters aren’t real. But there are other monsters who are real and can do harm. But I am older now. I am not afraid. I can stand tall.
» Posted By delilah On 09.23.2012 @ 12:13 pm
It didn’t matter what I did in the past. It didn’t matter what I was likely to do in the future. It didn’t matter I was likely to mess up, to do all the mistakes of yesterday and yesteryear. What mattered was that I was here, here, living in today. That I could do something I didn’t do yesterday. And with that I began my day.
» Posted By Delilah On 09.20.2012 @ 4:09 pm
I planted the seed in the ground. I tended to it daily. I weeded when the little green leaves peaked up from underneath the earth’s surface. I watered when I saw there was going to be no rain for the day. I turned over the soil so my little plant could grow. And it did. Breaking the dirt and reaching for the sunlight. It was a miracle.
» Posted By delilah On 09.03.2012 @ 8:33 pm
He is crying. I know it. I felt the same pain, I cried the same tears. From the bottom of my heart. Where it’s so dark no one even knows it’s there. I want to comfort him, like he comforts me, but I don’t know how.
» Posted By Delilah On 08.20.2012 @ 2:23 pm
they carried him out of the door
and as she watched him go her heart sank…
she always knew it would end
but she never imagined it like this.
» Posted By Delilah On 07.18.2012 @ 7:44 pm
I’ve had this word before.
I’ve had a crew before too.. but it seems that they never last for one reason or another.
Maybe I’m to blame, but often times it’s the dynamics of the others that ends the crew.
Honestly, I feel a lot better not being tied to some sort of crew…
Relationships with a select few are more meaningful
And being alone can be much more comfortable.
» Posted By Delilah On 07.15.2012 @ 2:12 pm
Stop giving me words that spark no emotion in me
and stop giving me men that do the same.
I’m tired of searching and I’m tired of being alone.
» Posted By Delilah On 07.14.2012 @ 8:19 pm
Like a turbine, there was reaction that was set of when subjected to pressure…
i always tell him, don’t ask for “what I was thinking” if you can’t endure hearing it – – –
yet I naively tell him, thinking his reaction will bring me comfort & understanding
instead, under pressure, he steams –
in his anger – stems my distrust
and i grow cold.
» Posted By Delilah On 07.09.2012 @ 6:26 pm
Saturday morning hangover. Friday I spend the night trying to drink away all that built up angst and emotions I hid away during the week. Trying to cleanse myself by poisoning my body with alcohol and drugs. Come Saturday, it all hits me like an 18 wheeler truck and lingers until it’s time for round two.
» Posted By Delilah On 06.29.2012 @ 2:33 pm
She was never too keen on the situation. It always seemed like such a bad idea, even though it felt so right… yet everything got so messy when all of the lies and secrets came out. Why couldn’t things be as simple as they seemed when they were together? it was so fucked up but so right.
» Posted By Delilah On 06.18.2012 @ 10:31 pm
With a key to a house that she doesn’t own, she let’s herself in to somewhere she isn’t welcomed. Listen to her trampling around upstairs. Big and stupid as a horse. What man could love that? Why would he let her in his bed?.. Why is she here in my house? Why the fuck doesn’t she leave me alone.
» Posted By Delilah On 06.11.2012 @ 10:15 am
There is so much racket when you are around. I was off in my own world, happily enjoying what we had without the interruptions & racket you bring. Then you came by and reminded me of all the bad, all the reasons I don’t trust him or you. The reason tht I tell myself I need to get out of this. Because you succesfully made something I felt was safe and whole to be a big lie, once already. I shouldn’t be so dumb to believe it again.
» Posted By Delilah On 06.11.2012 @ 10:12 am
Moving, wiggly, jiggly
Easily shaped and spread
It’s not that I’m a puppet
but more open than before
Happy to go with the flow
» Posted By Delilah On 06.06.2012 @ 9:27 pm
trying to separate is the hardest part. the separation of our friendship, our sexual life, our past. where to begin is the hardest part. how to separate one thing without giving up everything else? I can end the sex but how do I end the love? how do I keep a friendship as only a friendship, when every time I see you I want to hold you and tell you I love you… it seems the only way to separate is to make a clean cut, no more friendship – give it all up.
are you ready for this?
» Posted By Delilah On 05.01.2012 @ 8:28 pm
I could use a good alibi to get myself out of this one. Except I need it to be true…. not just a believed truth. That won’t do for something like this with a conscience of this size.
» Posted By Delilah On 04.30.2012 @ 12:36 am
I couldn’t dance. Not that I wasn’t able to, I used to be a wonderful dancer, but I couldn’t anymore. Dancing involved to much physical contact. But yet I felt drawn to him. When I was with him, I had a sliver of me that left when I was with anybody else. When I was with him, I felt human.
» Posted By delilah On 04.28.2012 @ 8:36 pm
Nanno clapped her hands, even though we wished she didn’t. They were chapped and raw, and as I watched, I sew more cracks appeared. Why was she putting herself through pain?
Then I understood. It wasn’t pain. It was joy, watching her great-grandaughter, my Natalia, perform her act for the talent show in Nanno’s native language- Italian.
» Posted By delilah On 04.24.2012 @ 7:44 pm
“It’s lovely.” Anna said, looking at the diamond ring on my finger. “Exquisite.” I laughed.
“Just one small diamond, but it’s good enough for me.”
“there’s something just to beautiful in a simple ring. No flaunting, just pure, real love.”
» Posted By Delilah On 03.25.2012 @ 7:45 am
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Who is to judge what is beautiful. If beauty is in the eye of the beholder, how is it fair to set a young girl on a stage – grading her beauty with a number 1-10.
Beauty is so much more versatile than that.
Why are young people today being taught that beauty is purely based on how you present yourself as an ideal that others want you to be and judge you on if you don’t match their ideal? Beauty is all around us in our daily life, our ideas, our thoughts… not just in the mirror we stare into. Why isn’t that taught anymore?
» Posted By Delilah On 03.19.2012 @ 11:36 am