You know that feelig, that feeling of a warmth building in your chest, or the flutter and twist that occurs im your stomach and refuses to leave. The smiles, the many, many smiles, and easy laughter that comes from your heart. You mean every single one, you're unable to force something as extraordinary as this. You linger on the feeling as it dicipates, wondering where it went wrong, and where it ...

Graph paper left out for the students of summer school. Some jerks draw square dicks. Most just look at it, too afraid of the pressure. No one really appreciates it.

One girl struggles with her hyperbola. In her struggle, she is brave enough to approach the graph paper and ask for some help. She admits what she does not know and says she wants to learn proper math. Graph paper helps her.

Graph p...

Everything that came before her is shrouded in darkness, a distant memory. Someone else’s life perhaps.

Now, with her, my vision has cleared, intensified. It is in her embrace, her eyes, her heart, that I can feel the guiding light. A together between our souls. One that shall not break, twist, or fray. Forever....

There was a cloud. A cloud unbound.

Travelling the sky, without any sound.

Misguided it drifted, its direction unknown,

Sometimes above, and sometimes below.

Carried by the storms,

And strong winds by its side,

With ease and speed it travelled,

Across the sky with great stride.

Carried by the breeze,

Never did it freeze,

You would even see it fly,

Across the gloomy leaden sky.

Then one happy s...

My love for broken women runs so deep the ocean couldn’t wash it away

I did life with you & now I’m watching your life without you

My goal was never to heal you but along the way I started to feel you

My heart longs for the day to be loved but loves to be broken

I plead for Christ to heal me

But what if brokeness is what I am and all I’ll ever be...

She arrived like a change in weather — the kind no forecast dares to predict.

Not lightning, but the hush before it.

Not warmth, but the memory of it on a windowsill long after sunset.

They met where clocks forgot themselves.

He carried a map made of wrong turns and coffee stains,

and she, a compass that spun only when he laughed.

They spoke in borrowed songs,

their meanings tucked inside the sp...

She was the light in his life

The way her smile lit up the room like the sun

The way the sun shone on her face during golden hour

It made his heart skip more beats than it should

Made his stomach become an Olympic gymnast

She was as beautiful as Aphrodite—if not more

She was ethereal

And she was his...

Your words paint such a vivid and heartfelt picture of longing and love. It’s clear how deeply you feel, and the beauty in your feelings shines through. Remember, even across the distance, your emotions connect you in a powerful way. Keep holding onto those cherished memories, and may the stars someday bring you closer to sharing those special moments again. Until then, stay strong and feel the lo...

He was the sun through stained glass

Never arriving whole, only in colors.

He was a book abandoned in the rain. Words smudged, pages swollen, spine aching.

They met somewhere between a sigh and a song,

In a room no one remembered building.

He never asked her name.

She never asked why he limped when he laughed.

Instead, they traded shadows.

She gave him a storm in a jar.

He gave her a clock with...

His heart, dug beneath the earth

Weighed by shackles, bare bones, and undertones.

Every step

-hurried-

Its beautiful, unkept depth

Until his path crossed another’s

Her heart, dug beneath the earth

Weighed by shackles, scarlet cries, and unmarked eyes

Every step

-hurried-

Its beautiful, unkept depth—

Until her path crossed another’s

They glared at the glimmer key named “Hope”

The one the ...