marriage

My Other Half

You are the logic to my fantasy,
The humor to my furrowed brow,
You opened my eyes so I could see,
And made my frown turn upside down.
I love you so much it aches,
But not in a sorrowful way,
Like the feeling you get when
Someone takes your breath away.
For these reasons I see you,
Not as better, oh no....
You are my other half...
The one who makes me whole.
Brandy Noelle Souza
7-15-2013

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Dedicated to my husband

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my answer is yes

My answer is yes
I want to runway together
I want to be with you forever
Because I love you

My answer is yes
I want to do something crazy
I want to be stupid
Because I want to be remembered

My answer is yes
I want to change my life
I want to be someone else
Because I hate who I’ve become

My answer is yes
I want to be happy again
I want to smile
Because I want to be your world

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marriage

one out of
every two
means to me
that we need
to start trying
to accept each
other for
what we are,
or just stop
doing it.

 

6:10 PM 5/6/2013 ©

Author's Notes/Comments: 

about males and females.

conjugal visit

the guards have stepped beyond the door
for just this moment the bars are forgotten
wall of glass between us shattered by reality
as hands reach into jeans to feel my thickness there
waiting hungry life..
eyes dance as passsion grows within..
time is short and months of hunger explode..
grabbing fiercely at thin layers of fabroic betwen hunger and its release..
rip tear split share
deep kiss.. lingereing taste..
moistness slides around warm fingers..
teeth gently speak in the staccato verbs of pleasure and pain..
nails speak the secret message of longing
as they scream thru flesh
i had once spoke of my hunger for you
from behind the glass
fingers outstretched as they glided down it across your face..
words did no justice to the
rapture now washing over you
slam against wall as thrust deeply..
each chapter of my thick sex read slowly to the waiting ears of ur pussy
listen to my stories of hunger as each thrust reverberates against the wall..
shaking your form. breasts heaving as they crush against me…
twist slam. floor creeps up fast
as mouth clamps down around sex..
drink deep the taste of freedom..
sustenance for the long months between our next meeting..
tongue fucked deep..
choke me baby let me feel my world spin with your thighs around my neck..
hands drive into my scalp..
giving more of your pleasure to my hungers..
blood drawn on shoulders.
pain flicks tongue deeper into your flesh..
dance with the rhythm of last supper..
soon back to the warzone as reality creeps up through the steps of time to steal me away again..
each drive deeper into your center..
remember me as this cock fills you up..
sweet freedom of your sex..
sweet taste of your pleasure..
i release my all to you that iit may do u more good in the prison of the world than me in a place forever outside of it..
slam down as thrust finds release..
lifesblood flowing across your skin..
hurried rush of clothes
wrapped again in prison outfit..
i stare at the invisible number of your shirt..
you stare at my visible one..
stare deep and remember me baby

Author's Notes/Comments: 

this is dedicated to all the brothers and sisters incarcerated..

Message in a bottle

Message in a bottle
To: Love bug
Alcona, innisfil, ontario
 
March 18th 2013
Today I release a message in a bottle, from the shores of Internet sea. Pass it along with hopes of finding its way to her. When she sees it she will know its for her. Will my message arrive? When? By who's hands will it be delivered? So much mystery. Thinking of you always....
 

I love her eyes

But it's no surprise 
My death was inevitable
 
They have changed
Her view is deranged
I'm no longer lovable
 
I could get her back
Rebuild qualities I lack
Even alone that would net a gain
 
If I sit tight
I could win this fight
We may be a family again
 
I want her to say
Before my dying day
That I am father of the year
 
I love our son
He is the one
Who will change the path I steer
 
What I thought wouldn't cease
It was just a tease
What I could have if I was a better man
 
I made my mistakes
Again and again for gods sake
Why can't I just stick to my plan
 
I tried my best
To be better than the rest
But always caused myself to bleed
 
Held on so tight
Tried to make it right
Wonder if ill ever succeed 
 
I want to tell her my thoughts
How I love and miss her lots
Hard to do what is best for me
 
We both made our choice
Despite all the noise
Of others opinions spoke in harmony
 
Chased her for years
Tried to take away her tears
I need to let her love me
 
Love me for me
Not what I make her believe
When I try so hard not to be
 
An actor who shows
Her what she already knows
Is inside my heart of stone
 
If I put on a play
Plan everything  I say
All fakers end up alone
 
Ill step back a minute
Watch her go fight and win it
I need to get her out of my head
 
Climb from the hole I have dug 
Free to fly my love bug
No longer tangled up in my web
 
Author's Notes/Comments: 

Maybe this peom will reach her in the distant future. She is on Facebook but I am not. I could just message it to her but I cant get over my butterflies. I am too nervous to send it to her directly. 

Facade of a clown

Seems I worry for no reason.. I fall asleep wishing for a change of season.. 

so much for surrounding yourself with "people that care" ..  we all need some fucking fresh air.

 

in matrimony you bled, everything twisted backwards..

you fled, flew away from your mistake..

she hurt you, it's something that can't be erased..

newly wed, lay in bed... with sorrow written all over your face.

 

was I but your placid escape..? like a rope thrown out to sea, for you who was drowning..

age doesn't matter, because who was counting..?

 

my thigh hurts now.. at least it's only my fault, & no one else.

funny how when people hurt you, they blame you for it..

& when you hurt them unintentionally, they still place blame.

either way, it's all the same.

so that's why I alone, will be the one to hurt myself.

you just stay the fuck away.

the damage is already done, no need for you to put me down.. i'm not a silly clown..

your laughter brings disgrace... I want to rip out your teeth... 

everything you've said to me won't be tossed to the side so willingly..

but i'll try to forget.. & let God take care of my revenge. 

 

whatever you've inflicted upon me, will come back to you.. 

you think you're so righteous, so holy.. the one & only...

you think you've crushed me...

silence will be my greatest defense.. a smile will be my shield..

i'll carry a knife, dug within this heart..

& next time you start, i'll dig it right into you.

 

this battle is far beyond our comprehension.. it's between the angels & demons, God & the devil..

so it might not look like i'm doing anything.. but I have both on my side, both defending me.

because he who knows the war runs deeper then words..

deeper then feeling.. deeper then anything you could possibly see..

will be the one winning. 

the angels know what you've done.. they touch my hand, to re-assure me of their loyalty..

the demons have a chamber for you, down in hell.. you'll be put to work, under a spell..

 

my fragile existence will not crumble..

this crippled mind will not give in... 

you'll be entranced by the spell of eternal misery...

working to pay back the debts you owe, to those whom you've put down..

criticised, judged... beneath that facade, you're the clown.. 

What happened to "good enough"

Folder: 
The Rest

Architecting the end at the start
Arse about face in a rationally grown up kind of way
His future mapped out around the smitten present.

Is this a modern disease?
Women so educated in the “should be” of relationships
Compromise falls victim to the passionate ideal.

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I'll Still Love You 'Til the End

I’ll still love you ‘til the end
Even when you have no clue
Just how much I really do.
Especially when you come home and say,
“You’ve been sitting on your arse all day”

I’ll still love you ‘til the end
When the washing up is left again
I’ll close my eyes and count to ten
After 20 rounds of hide and see
I just want a cup of tea!

I’ll still love you ‘til the end
When the laundry’s piled high
And I feel I cannot lie
I’ll say no, I didn’t do it today
Our baby wanted to draw and play.

I’ll still love you ‘til the end
Even when we don’t agree
And you act like you are only three
You moan and whinge and sulk and pout
And I just want to kick you out.

I’ll still love you ‘til the end
Yes, sometimes it may be tough
You feel like you have had enough
I don’t do “nothing”, I’m not a Bum
I spend all day being a Mum!

I’ll still love you ‘til the end
Someday soon we will have time
All the washing will be on the line
Every chore gets split by half
And we’ll look back on now and laugh.

I’ll still love you ‘til the end
The petty arguments, they won’t win
As long as you take out the bin
‘Til death do us part, we made our vow
I just never thought that would be now!

By Alex Ballard

Author's Notes/Comments: 

For my Husband. And many other married couples with young children.

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I've Stumbled

I’ve stumbled Lord on to my knees
Where I belong voluntarily
But since I’m here I need to pray
Lord please help me find my children who have gone astray….
My husband now stays late- at a job he claims to hate
He does not love me the same – ever since I’ve gained weight….

Lord I know I ignored you when times were good
And did not pray the way I should

But please forgive me of my sins
And in my life please come back in…

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Is a powerful piece about a woman who forgets about Christ when things were good in her life. When things begin to fall apart, she stumbles upon her knees where she begins to pray. A perfect reminder that it is Christ who is keeping things together in our lives.