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As I walked along the cliffs I wandered what it would feel like to fly. Just be able to jump of these cliffs and fly somewhere new. As I stepped closer to the edge a voice pulled me back.
“what, you going to jump?”
“No..” I replied
Then I felt his hand embrace mine, and it brought me back. Just one touch and im pulled back into reality.This is my life now, nothing is going to change that. The only good to come from all this, was him.
» Posted By Tigerlily On 04.19.2013 @ 5:32 pm
when Dominic was little everyone called him a weakling, and he wasn’t very strong then. he was pretty tiny. he sure showed them, he can pick me up like its nothing, like im a feather. i love to be rapped up in his arms and i can feel his arm flex, i think he does on purpose just to remind me hes not a weakling anymore.
» Posted By tigerlily On 03.04.2013 @ 10:49 am
“your bringing this old thing?” Jaydon asked. “of course im bringing it, its my favorite chair” as i said plopping down on it. I understand why she would think of it as somthing old, but its not just old, its weathered, torn here and there, its lumpy in a few spots where ive sat the most. and it was my mother’s. when she had cancer she never left it, she even had it brought with her to the hospital, i have no idea how she managed to do it, but knowing my mom she probley through a huge tantrum demanding she had to have it, even when she was weak she never lost her hardheadedness. shes had since i was a baby, she told me she would rock me untill i fell asleep, singing to me. she did have an amazing voice, i asked her one day why she hadn’t done anything with her voice and she just said ” it wasn’t for me “. i know the truth of course, she had me and she was alone, she had no one. my father died when he was trying to save my older brother, he didn’t make it, or my brother.
» Posted By tigerlily On 02.21.2013 @ 10:54 am
“your bringing this old thing?” jaydon asked. “of course im bringing it, its my favorite chair” as i said plopping down on it. I understand why she would think of it as old, but its not just old its weathered, torn here and there, its lumpy in a few spots where ive sat the most. and it was my mother’s. when she had cancer she never left it, she even had it brought with her to the hospital, i have no idea how she managed to do it, but knowing my mom she probley through a huge tantrum demanding she had to have it, even when she was weak she never lost her hardheadedness. shes had since i was a baby, she told me she would rock me untill i fell asleep, singing to me. she did have an amazing voice, i asked her one day why she hadn’t done anything with her voice and she just said ” it wasn’t for me “. i know the truth of course, she had me and she was alone, she had no one. my father died when he was trying to save my older brother, he didn’t make it, or my brother.
» Posted By tigerlily On 02.21.2013 @ 10:53 am
“flat, my hair is flat for picture day. i spent two hours working and teasing my hair and its flat!” Emily said while looking in my rearview mirror. Emily was always conserned about her looks, she spent more time applying her lipgloss than i did picking out my clothes for the day. i love her though like crazy, shes one of my bestfriend’s. i have three bestfriend’s, there’s Emily, Stella, Jaydon. Ive been friends with emily the longest, we met in third grade and have been friends ever since. then Stella come along when i was taking dance classes, she and i where probley the best in the class, so we stuck together. then Jaydon and Jeremy came into the picture this year they are brother and sister,Jeremy’s older then Jaydon. hes not around alot but he comes with us to the movies sometimes.
» Posted By tigerlily On 02.13.2013 @ 11:45 am
He claims to love me, but do I believe him? I don’t know him anymore. We are two separate parts instead of one. He has seen and experienced things I have yet to see and experience. He’s still that sweet, caring Dominic. He still has those deep blue eyes, has the same dark hair, the same gorgeous smile, but even so, he’s different in so many ways. Do I still love him? When I think about it, I no longer do.. I love Jeremy. I no longer feel certain when I look in Dominic’s eyes, there’s no mystery. I know Dominic. I use to like that about him,but that’s not what I want. When I look in Jeremy’s eyes, I’m curious. I long to know Jeremy’s story. Most of all I long for his lips to meet mine. Dominic claims to love me. I believe him, but I don’t love him anymore…
» Posted By tigerlily On 02.06.2013 @ 12:01 pm
“Think! think!” Jeremy says to me. “There has to be a way to get through to him.” I’m not doubting him, but I don’t think Dominic will listen to me after what I did. As much as I would like to think he would come back, I just don’t believe it…
I miss him. I miss his blue eyes and, as much as this may sound silly, I miss his hugs. When I was entwined in his arms, I felt safe. And his laugh, that laugh that would make you feel as though you are the funniest person he ever met. So I’m thinking, thinking of a way to get him back. What could I say? …I could tell him the truth. I could tell him, “I love you more then anything. I miss you so much it hurts. I’m confused when you’re not here to help me and here for me to vent and get my thoughts composed, and not having you here to keep me level headed.” So I’ll think of a way to get him back. I have to. I think, and think, and think…
» Posted By tigerlily On 02.05.2013 @ 12:08 pm
I remember we were 10 and he promised me we would get married and he would be my husband. Now 8 years later, he’s gone and I’ve lost him forever. I never did think he would keep his promise, but I never thought he would leave, walk out of my life forever..
We were best friends. Two peas in a pod. He knew everything about me and I knew everything about him. When we first kissed, I felt we were one. His soft, tender kisses left me feeling as if we were the only two people in the room. As cheesy as that sounds, it’s true. He was there whenever I needed him but now he’s gone. Whenever his hand embraced mine, it was gentle but firm, leaving me feeling safe. Unfortunately, the empty feeling coming from my hand never leaves. It follows me as if to remind me he’s gone, he is really gone and I could have stopped him. Ha. Makes me wonder what things could have turned out like if he never told me he was in love with me that day. But he did. And I, I was crazy, helplessly in love with HIM. In love with his perfectly placed freckles, his dark brown hair, his kind, deep blue eyes. The spark you would see come across his face when he would talk about firefighting.
When he first told me he wanted to become a firefighter, I had nightmares for weeks. I’d see sweat dripping down his face as he tried to find and save people. Then something always would happen and he would never come out of that burning building. Finally, I told him about the nightmares and he said, “I will always come back.” He was always good at putting my mind at ease. Now I don’t know if he will ever come back, not after what happened.
» Posted By tigerlily On 02.04.2013 @ 12:30 pm
Reality and fantasy. I find my self wishing it was the other way around, as if fantasy was real and reality was fantasy. There’s more of a romantic side to fantasy then in reality; in reality things tend to be harsh and sad. Although a fantasy could be sad, it always has a way to reach in and pull, forcing you to feel. reality tends to desensitize you, I’ve found myself cold and I try not to feel, I’ve been scared and hurt over and over again, I no longer am sad when someone leaves or hurts me one way or another. And when I read a fantasy it allows me to be in a world where I haven’t been hurt and I haven’t been scared. I feel again, not knowing what was real. Wishing it was real.
» Posted By Tigerlily On 01.23.2013 @ 10:42 am
society, its the society thats the enabler. i cant be myself, im worried if i say the wrong thing or do the wrong thing something ill be judged. if i dont keep up with trends and what not ill be an outsider. but what ive come to realize is i am an outsider, i dont belong in this society. and no matter what i do, i always will be the black sheep , on the side lines. but guess what, from the side lines and i see things i wouldnt see if i was playing the societys game.
» Posted By tigerlily On 02.12.2013 @ 11:28 am
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learn, we spend our whole lives learning, learning what though. we learn how to speak, learn how to walk, learn our times table, a way to hold your fork correctly. what we really need to learn is to be loving and kind , respectful and to be thankful. we get caught up in our daily lives practicing the things we’ve learned, but do we practice the things some of us have’nt learned??
» Posted By tigerlily On 02.11.2013 @ 11:29 am