Beloved. To be beloved is like the blooming of a calla dilly in the spring or like the shock of a defibrillator when I see his face. But when he walks away, it turns to winter and I flatline.
be loved;
he pointed at me with narrowed eyes and said it like an order.
be loved.
but how,
i wanted to scream,
i don’t know how to be loved!
and the sky just swam there in its ocean blue perfection, smiling inanely down on us
as we stood opposite each other in the sweltering heat
and wondered how to be.
I hope one day to be beloved. To be held in someone’s arms the ways those around me are held. I don’t want to be owned; i want to be this man’s equal in love, and hold him in my arms the way he will someday hold me.
You’re my beloved, you’re my child. To sing over you is my delight. Come away with me tonight. Kari Jobe
Beloved is a beautiful word in the English language.
To be adored, to be loved. Held close to the heart and important.
someone you think about all the time and love. a family member, a friend, husband, wife, boyfriend. a pet that you have had forever. someone you think about ll the time and love to death.
Under those sheets, now falling, like dusty yellow pages of a history book written years before my memory can travel to. And I was not so careful in turning those pages of insight and self-discovery. I prayed my instincts silent and lost the memories in notebooks rifled with romanticized and untrue pictures taken down in ink and casual non-causal punctuation. I do remember the time I loved you, but it feels more like a movie I once saw and I can not remember the title of it now. I can not remember what you called me, or how it felt to be held. My skin would cry for love but time has reversed its knowledge and made fantastical such memories.
The Beloved. Legend, myth, ghosts of time. Their existence was subject to much debate; evidence was almost nonexistent. But still they dwelt, waiting. Watching.
Beloved is the emotion of the people we hold close to our hearts. It means to have someone dear to you, to be able to call them at two am and no that they’ll be there for you. You don’t have to think about who you are when you are around them. You can just forget the world and be completely okay with it.
Baby you were part of me and now you are your own person. And yet you are still part of me somehow. You always will be and that is why it is so difficult for me to let you go. For you can not always be mine. But you shall always be my beloved.
under those sheets now falling like dusty yellow pages of a history book written ears before my memory can travel toand I was not so careful in turning those pages of insight and self-discovery. I prayed my instincts silent and lost the memories in notebooks rifled with romanticized and untrue pictures taken down in ink and casual non-causal punctuation. I do remember the time I loved you, but it feels more like a movie I once saw and I can not remember the title of it now. I can not remember what you called me, or how it felt to be held. My skin would cry for love but time has reversed its knowledge and made fantastical such memories.
my beloved. right now doing a completely unnecessary to make me happy. out of the blue i call him with such a request, with now pay back, no reason. yet he jumps at the chance. he would do anything for me. my beloved.
how can I stand to keep holding on? I question myself, not you — but my own essence. will I break another heart today? no, not today. I love you, you see?
I love you. I love you. I love you.
Don’t let me hurt you — for I am more than capable of hurting you. Don’t let me hurt you, not another heart to walk over; understand this and us, for I love you.
Beloved. That’s what I think when I see you. But you don’t know that. Of course not. I feel like I can’t tell you. I don’t even know why. It’s just something I feel you won’t understand. And that’s why it hurts. Because I want us to be like what we were forever, but I know that’s all crazy talk and my dreams will never become reality.
Beloved was a book that I always avoided reading. As a major in English Lit I should have jumped at the chance to read such excellent fiction. I was a little afraid to read it though. What mostly freaked me out was that I could never seem to find a copy with a cracked spine – the hallmark of much beloved literature.
that would be a good way to describe my gf right now. Very nice person. Makes discussing my feelings very easy. Which is good seeing as my parents recently divorced. She is amazing!
Her mind was a labrynth. What could any of this mean? She fondled the paper, folding it over and over again on the creases. She held it to her skin, then to her nose, taking in the deep fragrance-his fragrance. How could all be lost so quickly? Where would she go? What c
beloved can remind me of so much. my beloved children, my beloved husband, my beloved pets, the beloved Lord and everything that he has given me. They blue sky on a hot summer day. The feel of the ocean mist as of a lake when I’m jumping in the water. The way the snow sparkles after a fresh storm. The feeling you ee that person you love so much. The excitement you feel when you just know the next rew moments are going to be perfect. the look on an infant’s face. the list could go on forever. Of course, this list also changes from person to person. It all depends on the person’s passions and what gets into a person’s heart. Everyone is different….which is just why life is so exciting. Getting to know someone is exciting. Finding out that you wish you could unlearn what you learned about someine isn’t so wonderful. Regardless of how many bitter people we meet, we will always look forward to meeting someone else who makes his or her way into our heart. It’s like the puppy who’s begging for food. you give him a chip and he doesn’t like it. Then he starts begging again, hoping the next chip is going to taste good. Despite the flavor of the last chip, his lips are still drooling with anticipation, justs hoping the next chip to hit his tongue will taste like raw beef.
Gnarled hands had created the cake, and it was these gnarled hands that sliced it carefully. Dark chocolate, with rich cocoa flakes falling off the sides. A generous slice, and a candle on top. The amount of flame did not matter, not any more. She set the ivory cake plate on the oak table, carefully setting a knife, napkin, and glass of milk around it. She took her sit across the table, elegant as ever, dressed in her finest silk dress, a smell of jasmine on her wrists. And she waited still, quietly. The tears would be her only visitor, their bitter reminder of the past her only suitor.
I was in love with a guy who treats me like a little sister. I would never confess to him. My feelings are gone like the wind. But every time he tries to talk to me, the feelings just come rushing back like one huge wave.
i have been love since i was born. somtimes i don´t notice it, thats why i behave in a poor way with everone else, cuase i just don´t get the feeling that i am being love.
but that´s not true, its just i am more independent now.
The beloved pillow lay on the ground, neglected. She had not used it in months. All the comfort she found in it was no longer there. She sobbed next to the window, instead. A sob no one cared for. The pillow remained clean on the corner…
Oh eyes of my beloved. I miss how they would shimmer in the moonlight sky. It was December if i can recall it right. We were young and in love. I was sixteen, you were seventeen. We said “i love you” as if we were just throwing the phrase around like garbage.
Beloved. i hate this word. can’t they give me another one? out of all the words i get stuck with “a person who is greatly loved”. Love. Ha. What is love. I don’t know and i am not sure i shall ever know. One must only wait and see.
“Sit child. Stand and listen. Leave it be!” Charley wondered where his beloved Nanny Lois had gone.. his mother was just plan impossible. Why couldn’t Lois have showed up to help his gather himself. It was Lois who he’d rather be managed by.
a mnihna port prsiased too… lush the r augh full hyll
wha{i does the kosg gram my bang “‘…æ do
r{u na fruiti de kiji mon≤≤≤≤ suncket the rise
I<LL doo the scrob on m
A Godly man can use this word when addressing another man… beloved. A woman calls her husband… beloved. To be loved… Being loved…Godly love is the only true love…Through this we are His beloved and he is ours…Beloved.
and it’s like
screaming
and crying
and calling out
from the back
of an old pickup
truck full of
used ammunition.
and he says
“baby, what
color is the
sky?” (and i
can’t answer,
because it’s still
all black&white
haze today,
and kid that’s
not a color.)
I am my beloved and my beloved is mine. The line from the Song of Solomon. The words inscribed on the ring. Andi L’Dodi L’Dodi Li. Loved, beloved; love flows through bodies and minds and connects spirits. That is love.
to be beloved is something everyone craves it is more than just being loved it is being cherished and adored it is belonging to a place and a people. it is having a home.
for god so loved the world that he gave his one and only son FOR US. we are beloved beyond belief. If He loves us so much, what’s stopping us from loving ourselves or others?
beloved makes me think of my favorite aunt. when i think of someone loving me i think of her love and joy and that makes me happy.
beloved
Huh… I don’t think I’ve ever used that word. It sounds… a bit flowery or old fashioned to my ears.
I’m trying to use it in a sentence and it’s not coming to me. The closest I came was “Bewitched” ;)
(PS: I know the word, I just don’t use it! I don’t like it for some reason. It seems a bit “much.”)
Love between old, young, and those in the middle who never seem to love the way the geriatrics and the naive do.
Beloved. To be beloved is like the blooming of a calla dilly in the spring or like the shock of a defibrillator when I see his face. But when he walks away, it turns to winter and I flatline.
be loved;
he pointed at me with narrowed eyes and said it like an order.
be loved.
but how,
i wanted to scream,
i don’t know how to be loved!
and the sky just swam there in its ocean blue perfection, smiling inanely down on us
as we stood opposite each other in the sweltering heat
and wondered how to be.
I hope one day to be beloved. To be held in someone’s arms the ways those around me are held. I don’t want to be owned; i want to be this man’s equal in love, and hold him in my arms the way he will someday hold me.
You’re my beloved, you’re my child. To sing over you is my delight. Come away with me tonight. Kari Jobe
Beloved is a beautiful word in the English language.
To be adored, to be loved. Held close to the heart and important.
someone you think about all the time and love. a family member, a friend, husband, wife, boyfriend. a pet that you have had forever. someone you think about ll the time and love to death.
to be. to love. to be-love. to beloved. to be in love. to be loved. to begin to love. to become in love. to be. love.
You’re my beloved, you’re my bride.
To sing over you is my delight.
Under those sheets, now falling, like dusty yellow pages of a history book written years before my memory can travel to. And I was not so careful in turning those pages of insight and self-discovery. I prayed my instincts silent and lost the memories in notebooks rifled with romanticized and untrue pictures taken down in ink and casual non-causal punctuation. I do remember the time I loved you, but it feels more like a movie I once saw and I can not remember the title of it now. I can not remember what you called me, or how it felt to be held. My skin would cry for love but time has reversed its knowledge and made fantastical such memories.
The Beloved. Legend, myth, ghosts of time. Their existence was subject to much debate; evidence was almost nonexistent. But still they dwelt, waiting. Watching.
Beloved is the emotion of the people we hold close to our hearts. It means to have someone dear to you, to be able to call them at two am and no that they’ll be there for you. You don’t have to think about who you are when you are around them. You can just forget the world and be completely okay with it.
Baby you were part of me and now you are your own person. And yet you are still part of me somehow. You always will be and that is why it is so difficult for me to let you go. For you can not always be mine. But you shall always be my beloved.
under those sheets now falling like dusty yellow pages of a history book written ears before my memory can travel toand I was not so careful in turning those pages of insight and self-discovery. I prayed my instincts silent and lost the memories in notebooks rifled with romanticized and untrue pictures taken down in ink and casual non-causal punctuation. I do remember the time I loved you, but it feels more like a movie I once saw and I can not remember the title of it now. I can not remember what you called me, or how it felt to be held. My skin would cry for love but time has reversed its knowledge and made fantastical such memories.
this word reminds me of reading a eulogy.
true darkened listless infant of all-knowing capacity, who dares and jumps and jabs at the jungle surrounding, into the folds of its abyss.
my beloved. right now doing a completely unnecessary to make me happy. out of the blue i call him with such a request, with now pay back, no reason. yet he jumps at the chance. he would do anything for me. my beloved.
you are my beloved, but sometimes I wonder.
how can I stand to keep holding on? I question myself, not you — but my own essence. will I break another heart today? no, not today. I love you, you see?
I love you. I love you. I love you.
Don’t let me hurt you — for I am more than capable of hurting you. Don’t let me hurt you, not another heart to walk over; understand this and us, for I love you.
Beloved. That’s what I think when I see you. But you don’t know that. Of course not. I feel like I can’t tell you. I don’t even know why. It’s just something I feel you won’t understand. And that’s why it hurts. Because I want us to be like what we were forever, but I know that’s all crazy talk and my dreams will never become reality.
Beloved was a book that I always avoided reading. As a major in English Lit I should have jumped at the chance to read such excellent fiction. I was a little afraid to read it though. What mostly freaked me out was that I could never seem to find a copy with a cracked spine – the hallmark of much beloved literature.
that would be a good way to describe my gf right now. Very nice person. Makes discussing my feelings very easy. Which is good seeing as my parents recently divorced. She is amazing!
Her mind was a labrynth. What could any of this mean? She fondled the paper, folding it over and over again on the creases. She held it to her skin, then to her nose, taking in the deep fragrance-his fragrance. How could all be lost so quickly? Where would she go? What c
beloved can remind me of so much. my beloved children, my beloved husband, my beloved pets, the beloved Lord and everything that he has given me. They blue sky on a hot summer day. The feel of the ocean mist as of a lake when I’m jumping in the water. The way the snow sparkles after a fresh storm. The feeling you ee that person you love so much. The excitement you feel when you just know the next rew moments are going to be perfect. the look on an infant’s face. the list could go on forever. Of course, this list also changes from person to person. It all depends on the person’s passions and what gets into a person’s heart. Everyone is different….which is just why life is so exciting. Getting to know someone is exciting. Finding out that you wish you could unlearn what you learned about someine isn’t so wonderful. Regardless of how many bitter people we meet, we will always look forward to meeting someone else who makes his or her way into our heart. It’s like the puppy who’s begging for food. you give him a chip and he doesn’t like it. Then he starts begging again, hoping the next chip is going to taste good. Despite the flavor of the last chip, his lips are still drooling with anticipation, justs hoping the next chip to hit his tongue will taste like raw beef.
Gnarled hands had created the cake, and it was these gnarled hands that sliced it carefully. Dark chocolate, with rich cocoa flakes falling off the sides. A generous slice, and a candle on top. The amount of flame did not matter, not any more. She set the ivory cake plate on the oak table, carefully setting a knife, napkin, and glass of milk around it. She took her sit across the table, elegant as ever, dressed in her finest silk dress, a smell of jasmine on her wrists. And she waited still, quietly. The tears would be her only visitor, their bitter reminder of the past her only suitor.
I was in love with a guy who treats me like a little sister. I would never confess to him. My feelings are gone like the wind. But every time he tries to talk to me, the feelings just come rushing back like one huge wave.
i have been love since i was born. somtimes i don´t notice it, thats why i behave in a poor way with everone else, cuase i just don´t get the feeling that i am being love.
but that´s not true, its just i am more independent now.
The beloved pillow lay on the ground, neglected. She had not used it in months. All the comfort she found in it was no longer there. She sobbed next to the window, instead. A sob no one cared for. The pillow remained clean on the corner…
Beloved: Bradley Cooper, Alejandro Manzano, Ed Helms(?)… Superficial? Yes. But when that’s all I can get, I have to take it. Make it feel real again.
Oh eyes of my beloved. I miss how they would shimmer in the moonlight sky. It was December if i can recall it right. We were young and in love. I was sixteen, you were seventeen. We said “i love you” as if we were just throwing the phrase around like garbage.
Beloved. i hate this word. can’t they give me another one? out of all the words i get stuck with “a person who is greatly loved”. Love. Ha. What is love. I don’t know and i am not sure i shall ever know. One must only wait and see.
“Sit child. Stand and listen. Leave it be!” Charley wondered where his beloved Nanny Lois had gone.. his mother was just plan impossible. Why couldn’t Lois have showed up to help his gather himself. It was Lois who he’d rather be managed by.
a mnihna port prsiased too… lush the r augh full hyll
wha{i does the kosg gram my bang “‘…æ do
r{u na fruiti de kiji mon≤≤≤≤ suncket the rise
I<LL doo the scrob on m
A Godly man can use this word when addressing another man… beloved. A woman calls her husband… beloved. To be loved… Being loved…Godly love is the only true love…Through this we are His beloved and he is ours…Beloved.
and it’s like
screaming
and crying
and calling out
from the back
of an old pickup
truck full of
used ammunition.
and he says
“baby, what
color is the
sky?” (and i
can’t answer,
because it’s still
all black&white
haze today,
and kid that’s
not a color.)
Creepy stalkers in the window. They want to watch. They leave letters in your mailbox and follow you to the grocery store.
I am my beloved and my beloved is mine. The line from the Song of Solomon. The words inscribed on the ring. Andi L’Dodi L’Dodi Li. Loved, beloved; love flows through bodies and minds and connects spirits. That is love.
to be beloved is something everyone craves it is more than just being loved it is being cherished and adored it is belonging to a place and a people. it is having a home.
for god so loved the world that he gave his one and only son FOR US. we are beloved beyond belief. If He loves us so much, what’s stopping us from loving ourselves or others?
I admire my beloved mother. nothing more can express, nothing less can settle. I love my mother so much I can cry . . and so im doing that now <3