A Small Chance Growing by selflessnessforall, literature
Literature
A Small Chance Growing
An unexpected Surprise
A Wonder
A Mystery
A Loving Thought
A Fright
A Dream
A Hope
A Reality
Something neither of us expected.
Why?
Right Now?
Why Not
Later On?
Its so completely sudden
So Unbelieveable
So Amazing
So Exciting
So Scary.
I know what is growing slowly
Inside Me
Beside You
Made By us
A new life
A New person
What Will It Be
Maybe A girl
Or Maybe a big healthy Baby boy will come.
Blue Eyes?
Blonde Hair?
Green Eyes?
Red Hair?
The
Chances
Riding a cloud seeing the world below,
Beauty for miles, blues, greens and pinks,
Shimmering of wings fluttering so fast,
Wind whistling by while the clouds try to think.
A step on the soft grass warming your toes,
The flowers bending your way to say " Hello!"
You turn about slowly in this world of wonder,
Feeling excited, happy and yet, mellow.
A couple steps you take forward,
You bump your toe on some kind of rock,
It's dry and funny looking so you look close,
It's a stirring dragon you see, standing in shock.
As you watch its eye open you freeze in terror,
This gigantic beast starts to snarl in anger,
A yawn, it seem
Gorgio was her mates real name,
" Raptor! You Bastard!" She did Proclaim,
Angry at this peeper,
She realized he's a creeper,
Slowly he stroked it without any shame.
As I woke up in bed one day,
To see a shadow of a man,
I sleepily stared and prayed,
Wondering the intentions he had.
This shadow as a big blur,
As it glides forward,
Sitting and shaking completely unsure,
While my thoughts run onward.
The light to my left flickers on,
As the shadow lingers,
I wish for it to only be gone,
While a hand moves along my fingers.
The blue in his eyes slowly shines,
His features becoming clear,
While his precious mouth starts to mime,
I feel him getting near.
Still shaking with worry,
He creeps closer,
Cause my eyes are still so blurry.
I try to keep my composer.
The blonde Hair is
The air gathers as the wind blows,
So warm,
Like your arms wrapping around me,
I sit in the meadow,
Adoring the flowers,
The smell so sweet,
Like when your near me,
Your scent so sweet,
The colors so bright,
Beaming from the ground,
Like your smile,
Beaming from your face,
As the sun shines so warmly,
Surrounds me like your love,
Like the day I met you,
A dream,
Like nothing Ive ever felt,
Things inside me blooming,
Just like the flowers in that meadow,
You made me beautiful,
You showed me,
Just how love should feel,
Just how love should really be.
A Small Chance Growing by selflessnessforall, literature
Literature
A Small Chance Growing
An unexpected Surprise
A Wonder
A Mystery
A Loving Thought
A Fright
A Dream
A Hope
A Reality
Something neither of us expected.
Why?
Right Now?
Why Not
Later On?
Its so completely sudden
So Unbelieveable
So Amazing
So Exciting
So Scary.
I know what is growing slowly
Inside Me
Beside You
Made By us
A new life
A New person
What Will It Be
Maybe A girl
Or Maybe a big healthy Baby boy will come.
Blue Eyes?
Blonde Hair?
Green Eyes?
Red Hair?
The
Chances
Riding a cloud seeing the world below,
Beauty for miles, blues, greens and pinks,
Shimmering of wings fluttering so fast,
Wind whistling by while the clouds try to think.
A step on the soft grass warming your toes,
The flowers bending your way to say " Hello!"
You turn about slowly in this world of wonder,
Feeling excited, happy and yet, mellow.
A couple steps you take forward,
You bump your toe on some kind of rock,
It's dry and funny looking so you look close,
It's a stirring dragon you see, standing in shock.
As you watch its eye open you freeze in terror,
This gigantic beast starts to snarl in anger,
A yawn, it seem
Gorgio was her mates real name,
" Raptor! You Bastard!" She did Proclaim,
Angry at this peeper,
She realized he's a creeper,
Slowly he stroked it without any shame.
As I woke up in bed one day,
To see a shadow of a man,
I sleepily stared and prayed,
Wondering the intentions he had.
This shadow as a big blur,
As it glides forward,
Sitting and shaking completely unsure,
While my thoughts run onward.
The light to my left flickers on,
As the shadow lingers,
I wish for it to only be gone,
While a hand moves along my fingers.
The blue in his eyes slowly shines,
His features becoming clear,
While his precious mouth starts to mime,
I feel him getting near.
Still shaking with worry,
He creeps closer,
Cause my eyes are still so blurry.
I try to keep my composer.
The blonde Hair is
The air gathers as the wind blows,
So warm,
Like your arms wrapping around me,
I sit in the meadow,
Adoring the flowers,
The smell so sweet,
Like when your near me,
Your scent so sweet,
The colors so bright,
Beaming from the ground,
Like your smile,
Beaming from your face,
As the sun shines so warmly,
Surrounds me like your love,
Like the day I met you,
A dream,
Like nothing Ive ever felt,
Things inside me blooming,
Just like the flowers in that meadow,
You made me beautiful,
You showed me,
Just how love should feel,
Just how love should really be.
A Ghost For Every Season by UltimateOutlaw, literature
Literature
A Ghost For Every Season
In the spring, amid the tall grass, the swamp grass
on the outskirts of a wood
he takes her paint smeared fingers,
sepia, crimson, vermilion branding
the ivory white palette of her hands,
and presses each one to the curl of his mouth;
sucking and biting and longing for sustenance from the
ochre, copper, violet streaking her blue-veined skin.
She smiles with eyes that match the sky
and gives him all her strength.
In the summer, under the green leafed canopy
she laces flowers in her hair,
dances across the umber of the
forest floor, braids and ribbons streaming.
He watches her with folded arms, flicking ash idly,
until
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Guess who's back!! Yep that's right... I took a hiatus for a couple years... Being a mom and working ALOT had its perks... But man I needed to do this... I'm so glad to come back and share more of my writing!!
I realize its been a long long time since i have written. truth is, its been a long long 8 months for me as well as those around me.4pound 9 ounce, 17 inch long Korbyn Beau Louallen was born at 8:52pm on Sept. 19, 2013 By c-section. he was an amazing little guy, and in fact he STILL is an amazing little guy. He is my little peanut, my little buddy, the shine behind my smile. The things i have went through are completely bananas, the happiness flows enough to make people near me, sick. It was a very new, strange experience, something that really can't be explained not even when you pay attention to every little detail and holding onto it
Almost a month has gone by since The bombshell of finding out about the wonderful present inside me had been dropped on our heads. Jake and myself are slowly working on getting and looking at things for the Baby, and names are pretty much picked... Which, honestly, was really easy for the both of us. Agreeing on a boy and a girl name was easier than i have seen most people go through, the months and months and months of looking and debating and not agreeing with one another.... ours took a mere few hours. Gwendolyn Sally Renee, or Korbyn Beau Matthew is what we both agreed on. First, Sally and the rendition of "Bo" reflecting his aunt and un