Yours to Hold ~ 2Chapter Two ~ Something I Can Never HaveYours to Hold ~ 2 by Storyteller21
“Elena, you’re not eating,” Nora prodded the plate towards her as if the closer proximity would entice her to eat.
Elena glanced up at the peanut butter sandwich that had been nudged in her direction. “Sorry, I was looking at the want ads,” she replied, but made no move to pick up her sorry excuse for breakfast.
“You’ve been home for three days and you haven’t left the house,” Nora observed worriedly. “Have you called your friends or... What was that boy’s name? Dylan?”
“No, I haven’t called anyone,” Elena replied and circled a ‘help wanted’ ad for the second morning in a row. She felt oddly glad that it hadn’t been taken yet. She wasn’t very sure if she wanted a job this summer, but she could use a
The Definition of BraveryYou’ll be sad, but no waterworks.The Definition of Bravery by Storyteller21
The Real YouEveryday I see you,The Real You by AmberCynthia
I wish we were together...
And now, I know.
I cant give up on you...
And all you put me through.
I can see the difference in you.
That other people don't.
I see you.
The real you...
Not the fake one you put on display for everyone.
And I happen to really like the real you...
More then like though, I love the real you.
And, I think about you all the time.
But the thing is, do you even take a second to think about me at all?
YouHow the world turns.You by AmberCynthia
How I love you.
How the world glows.
How I see you.
I wish you could see,
the way you look too me,
because to me, you are amazing.
I want you.
And I need you.
I want to strive for you.
But I'm just to shy.
I want someone to rely on.
Someone to hold me in their arms.
And just love me...
Is that to much to ask?
The empty part inside my heart is waiting for you.
Will you answer?
PTSDFlamboyant, noxious punks! I need that light.PTSD by Drakonian13
Without the light, I stumble blind and dead.
The car wheels cartwheeled heedless to the line
As words derail, the victims lost like lead
In water, drowned by demons, Neptunes kin.
Atrocious monsters take the pen machine
And author crashed, as crunching metal sin
Beneath the waves tattooed the pages clean.
Just let me rise to light, to air again.
A broken femur, stitches traced down limbs,
And warmth exuding blood collapsed a vein.
I choke and kick, my vision blurs and swims.
My conscious mind returns to now concerned
With words on pages lit by candles burned.
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