by baifeiyi

a HUG

A hug is a wonderful gift to share,
A way to show each other that we care;
There is so much a hug is able to do,
When you feel those arms holding you.

A hug is a place to feel safe and warm,
A comfort for a sad heart that is torn;
An expression of the love in our heart,
For ones who we wish, never to be apart.

A hug is a greeting when we meet to say hello,
Or to say goodbye when we have to go;
It can hold us up when life gets us down,
And makes us smile, instead of frown.

A hug can be given for no reason at all,
And given to those, both big and small;
We're never too old to feel the joy it brings,
As it is one of life's most pleasing things.

And for all of this beauty, a hug is free!
It costs nothing, yet means so much to me;
We should all hug another to show we care,
For to feel a warm hug, nothing can compare.

Here's Your  Hug from ME to YOU
All for just one reason and that is…
A good day to you!

A message from the author:

~baifeiyi:

Nothing says it quite like a hug!
It is a universal symbol.
Healing is sometimes about simply having someone hold you in their arms and feeling their love - caring - and compassion.... knowing there is someone there who shares your journey and will be there for you.
To many souls - reality is a lonely, painful experience - with nowhere to turn.
A hug is a way to share both good and bad times with others.
A hug can create a connection that one cannot express in words.

:)

Don't cry because it's over. Smile because it happened.

Dr. Seuss

“How did it get so late so soon? Its night before its afternoon. December is here before its June. My goodness how the time has flewn. How did it get so late so soon?”

games

I'm afraid sometimes
you'll play lonely games too,
games you can't win
because you'll play against you

Good Boyfriend VS True Love by ~xhxixdxdxexnx

A good boyfriend will ask to borrow your money,
Your true love will steal your eftpos card when you're not looking (he knows your PIN of course).


A good boyfriend will put on the "perfect guy" act around your parents,
Your true love will call them mum and dad, then try to move in.


A good boyfriend will kiss you in front of his mates,
Your true love will kiss you in front of your parents.


A good boyfriend will stay on the phone with you all night,
Your true love will be there beside you watching you sleep.


A good boyfriend will tell you you're pretty,
Your true love will take your makeup off you because you're already beautiful without it.


A good boyfriend will buy you presents,
Your true love will steal your stuff.


A good boyfriend will stop when you beg him to,
Your true love will keep teasing you just so he can redeem himself later.


A good boyfriend will tell you you don't need to diet because you're fine how you are,
Your true love will force you to eat.


A good boyfriend will keep any letters you give him,
Your true love will keep the half a chocolate wrapper from that day at the park.


A good boyfriend will remember your anniversary, birthday, etc.
Your true love will remember the first thing you said when you were first alone (no matter how stupid it was).


A good boyfriend will borrow a couple of games for awhile,
Your true love will borrow your phone for weeks and steal your MP3 player.


A good boyfriend will complain that your room's too girly,
Your true love will complain about the colour of your underwear.


A good boyfriend will agree your teddies are cute,
Your true love will carry them around the mall with you.


A good boyfriend will help you up when you fall,
Your true love will pick you up randomly, whether you like it or not.


A good boyfriend will tell you he loves you,
Your true love won't need to...

decisions

Don't make decisions when you're angry, & don't make promises when you're happy.

In Love

The way I blush when I think of you,
The way I smile when I remember your words-
The way I almost wanna pass out when someone mentions you-
The way I wanna go to bed early,
Just so I can dream of you-

The way I wanna hold your hand,
The way I write your name on my schoolpapers-
The way I wish I shared every class with you,
The way my heart beats faster,
And the way I feel when I imagine you with me-

I'm just like every other girl,
Who's ever wanted to be held by someone else-
And I'm just like every story,
Hoping for a love-filled ending-

Because I'm human too,
And I somehow still feel-
After all I've been through,
I still feel love-

So we look like Sid and Nancy,
Walking together hand-in-hand-
And I couldn't have been happier,
The night we met-

Already sharing our life stories,
I'm not alone anymore-
And I love you,
And you love me too...

Friendship

Friendship
by ~krazyjess0512

The day I met you
I found a friend -
And a friendship that
I pray will never end.

Your smile - so sweet
And so bright -
Kept me going
When day was as dark as night.

You never ever judged me,
You understood my sorrow.
Then you told me it needn't be that way
And gave me the hope of a better tomorrow.

You were always there for me,
I knew I could count on you.
You gave me advice and encouragement
Whenever I didn't know what to do.

You helped me learn to love myself
You made life seem so good.
You said I can do anything I put my mind to
And suddenly I knew I could.

There were times when we didn't see eye to eye
And there were days when both of us cried.
But even so we made it through:
Our friendship hasn't yet died.

Circumstances have pulled us apart,
We are separated by many miles.
Truly, the only thing that keeps me going
Is my treasured memory of your smile.

This friendship we share
Is so precious to me,
I hope it grows and flourishes
And lasts unto infinity.

You are so extra-special to me
And so this to you I really must tell:
You are my one true friend,
My Guardian Angel.

Our friendship is one-in-a-million
So let's hold on to it and each other.
We cannot let this chance of pure bliss fly away
For there will never be another.

I love you.
I will always love you.

Depth

~I AM~

by *Tyshea

More than Words

Don't just listen

   _Instead
      rest your head

   upon my heart
and hear



Because more than Words

     _{--(Words that fade)--}

     I want my Love
To resonate

   In your ears
  Throughout the years

And tell you



Absolutely everything...

Sex Object by catch-a-falling-star

  Between her legs, lies something that

every man seems to want.

  A place where she should be able

to call her own, between her legs.

  She feels that men only want her,

a true want, to have sex with her, and

walk away.

  The breasts she has, they gain

stares from men passing by, tripping

over themselves to find a chance to touch.

  When will she stop being looked at,

as an object of sex? when will a man

see her as someone he may spend his

life with?

  Her hips curve, and she doesn't

want your hands on them, if your

just going to touch her skin.

  She wants a man to touch her soul,

not just touch her skin, and run his fingers

where they do not belong.

  What made these men think, she

is just a sex object, a toy that could be

put on display, and taken whenever they

like.

  Between her legs, lies something that

every man seems to want.

  Proud she is though, that she hasn't

given in, hasn't let a man touch where

he shouldn't be.

  She feels men looking, wanting her

for an object just for sex, an object

that men can thrust, and walk away,

when all she wanted was to be held.

  She is no object for sex, so close your

mind, and forget what you want, she is

a woman, she deserves more respect.

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The authors comment: a poem for women who feel that all men want them for is to have sex with them, to toy with their emotions, and to get up and leave after they make a deposit, and roam areas that dont belong to them but for a moment. just some things im thinking about at this current state, and things ive been thinking about for the past two or three days.

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disappear

Why is it so that once you say I love you, people disappear?

more

I love you. What more do you need to know?

can be friends

A guy and a girl can be friends. But sooner or later one will fall for the other. Maybe too early, maybe too late, but maybe forever.

Mirror, mirror on the wall

Mirror, mirror on the wall, who's the biggest fool of all? 
Must be the girl who can't stop crying.Or 
maybe it's the girl who kept on trying.

by ThornErose

love

Someone asked me what is love

is it good, is it bad

is it awesome, is it terrible

I honestly didn't know how to answer them.

I finally decided love is the most complicated of all emotions

• Love is kind
• love is harsh
• love is wonderful
• love is terrible
• love is a cure
• love is a sickness
• love is LOVE
• love is hate
• love is meaningful
• love is pointless
• love shows the best in people
• love shows the worse in people
• love makes us speak truth
• love makes us lie
• love understands everything
• love confuses everyone
• love builds your life
• love tears your heart down
• love makes you smile
• love makes you cry
• love makes us cuddle
• love makes us hit
• love makes the world go round
• love makes the world go crashing down
• love makes things simple
• love makes things impossible
• love is always worth it
• love is never worth it
• love makes us smarter
• love makes us stupid
• love is enlightening!
• love is BLIND
• make love not war
• make war out of love
• love encourages
• love scares
• love is peaceful
• love creates fights
• love is soothing
• love is tough

...and above all

Love is always worth it

because you become a better person

every time you love someone

from the simplest caring for a friend

to the deepest desire to love someone 'til the world ends

from the unconditional love of a child

to the complicated love of the gods

there is...no meaning to love

love means...everything

No matter how much it hurts you, or makes you cry

tries your spirt, and splits your soul.

Love is always worth it...because what doens't kill you

makes you stronger

And however long it takes

you will be, a better person because you lived, though love.

Weren't afraid to make mistakes, choices and try again.

And...above all, loved someone no matter what people thought.

You would die for that person...but you would also live for them.

That...is the true meaning of love...

only human

Do I get jealous? Yes. 

Do I cry randomly? Yes. 

Do I get angry? Yes. 

Do I fight? Yes. 

Do I need a daily hug? Yes. 
I'm only human.

Emotion vs Words

One emotion can express thousand words. But

sometimes thousand words are unable to

express one emotion.

Changes in HS

Once you enter high school things change, your best friends become bitches, your boyfriend becomes a prick. Homework goes in the trash,  cell phones are being used in class. Detention becomes suspension, soda becomes beer, gum becomes pot. Bikes become cars. Lollipops become cigarettes. Lip gloss becomes make-up. French kisses become sex. Yeah high school changes everybody…

o_o

The truth behind her lies..

Every tear..

Every cry..

Every night spent sleepless with thoughts filling up her demented mind..

Yet she has the power to still conjure up a smile <3

careful

Never trust a stranger, friend

No one knows how it will end

As you're pretty, so be wise

Wolves may lurk in every guise

Handsome they may be, and kind,

Gay, or charming never mind...

Now as then, the simple truth:

Sweetest tongue has sharpest tooth

Unrequited Love...by ~strawberry--x

You watch him from a distance

You love to see him smile

You wish one day he might be yours

If only for a while

You wish that you could tell him

To have the strength to say,

“I love you and I wish that you

Could feel the same one day!”

Your heart beats as he comes towards you

Only to walk on by

You try to tell yourself you don’t love him

Try to believe your lie…

You wish, you dream, you hope, you pray

That you could be together

Maybe if you could make him see

That you two could last forever.....

comparing yourself

Stop comparing yourself with others. You are you, and you have your own abilities. Be confident!

aren't perfect

Sometimes it's better when things aren't perfect.. at least then you know they're real

the people

because sometimes, the people you can't live without can live without you.

~Why

Truth is I don't want to, but I still do

by ~graveyardprincess789

Love

Love is you.
Love is me.
Love is something you can't see.
Love is nice.
Love is sweet.
Love will sweep you off your feet.
Love is soft.
Love is best.
You can feel love in your chest.
Love is great.
Love is kind.
Love is always on my mind.
Love is special.
Love you cherish.
My love for you will never parish.

telling a sad story backwards doesn't make it better

by *estallidos

17.
it smells like grief and sterilized metal.
I climb into andrew’s bed, though the nurses have strictly forbidden it. he closes his eyes and holds me tightly, because he says when he can’t see me, it is easier to pretend I never happened to him.

15.
he pushes the cart aggressively down the aisle, pretending to mow over old ladies doing their Sunday shopping.
"stop," I say giggling, lobbing a can of ravioli at him.

for a moment I think he simply didn't see me throw the can; it glances off his chest and falls to the floor, exploding in a pattern of red arrows. I don't notice his eyes rolling back in his head or the graceful way his body collapses to the floor.
the only thing I notice is the distinct thudding sound as his head hits the metal shelf and the screaming that may or may not be mine.

later in the hospital he calls for me and says he wants to apologize for keeping secrets, and the doctors launch into a medical explanation of his cancer.
their eyes are sad.

13.
there are new shadows under his eyes that I know should not be there, but he ducks my bow and arrow assault, folding himself into me with soft kisses and quiet words.

“i’m worried about you,” i tell him. “i want to help you.”
“you already have.” he pauses. “i love you so goddamn much. will you remember that?”
“what, are you planning on going somewhere?” i tease lightly.
“yes.”
“where?”
he doesn’t answer, and i begin to think he has fallen asleep there, his knuckles pressed against the drywall, until i notice his eyes, big, open, wet.
“talk to me,” i beg.
“there's nothing to say,” he murmurs, and closes his eyes.

11.
after several months of trying, i find it is impossible to memorize every second of the indescribable time we have spent together—the chokey, throaty laughter, the untidy scrawl that falls from the tip of his long fingers, the freckles high on his cheekbones, the careful way he pronounces his “ing’s”and “ed’s”, as though he is afraid his diction is going to slip right out of his mouth and run away.

i know that these details are inconsequential, and i should just give up trying to remember them all.

i know i never will.


9.
I almost don’t realize it when he holds my hand for the first time, his grip is so soft and questioning.

“i’m not going to break,” i tell him, tightening my fingers around his.
he grins crookedly and looks into the distance. “i have a lot to learn.”
“we have all the time you need,” i reply, and he just laughs.

7.
it is one week, three days later before i learn my new friend’s favourite colour, favourite food, and what he wants to be when he grows up.

red. apple pie. alive.

5.
I don’t know why i agreed to go on a ride with the near-stranger. he ceremoniously opened the car door for me and drove to a tree-ringed clearing.

“where are we?” i ask him, knowing that somewhere on the car ride here we have slipped into friendship without conscious realization.

“where we should be, i suppose.”

3.
it’s no coincidence that the boy from the party sits down next to me at the counter two days later and orders a coffee, “black, naturally,” with a charming smile. he whistles an almost-familiar tune and glances at me out of the corner of his eyes.

“you and i are going to have some sort of future, i should think.” he pauses for my reaction, but i only sigh.

“look, i still don’t know your—“
“andrew.”
“okay.”

1.
I sit next to a tired-looking boy on the couch at eliot’s house, feeling alone and slightly drunk. i don’t know him. he glances at me and closes his eyes slowly, smiling.

i don’t know anything, really.

now the boy curls into himself defiantly, chin to knee, a too-angular sculpture, a mistake. he blindly reaches out from his cavernous self, like an afterthought, and touches me gently. i can see his dislocated shoulder blades bursting like half-fledged angel wings, and suddenly they are all i can think about.

“i don’t know you,” i tell him quietly as he intertwines his fingers with mine.

“i don’t know me either,” he says, and then smiles, luminous and hopeful. “maybe you could help?"

Love - 11/24/2003

Love is nothing,
Without a kiss.

Love is everything,
When you feel like this.

Love is precious,
When they mean everything to you.

Love is painful,
When they're not with you.

Love is priceless,
The true kind can't be bought.

Love is life...
When it's all you've got.

what to do

Truth is it hurts every time but I can't help but smile....

Do I need to say more than read?

Too often we hurt the ones closest to our hearts, and we let the most foolish things tear us apart

Stupid boy

Stupid boy,

Can't you see how broken she is?

[Broken like the mirror that lies shattered on the floor. Destroyed the instance she decided she'd never be able to look at her reflection and smile. The shards shine and sparkle in the light, but won't hesitate to cut you if you get too close. Don't try to repair it; those shards are too damaged to be put back together.]

Stupid boy,

Can't you see how okay she's not?

[Sure she puts on that fake smile and tosses her head back with laughter when you crack a joke. Always cheerful; always the shoulder to cry on. But, no one sees the dried up tears, rough and uncomfortable on her cheeks. No one sees the scars that line her body, each line signifying another day of her suffering. No one sees the suffering she hides inside.]

Stupid boy,

Can't you see she's dying?

[She's becoming more translucent every day, the circles under her eyes darkening. Her appearance more dishevelled, her voice fading out. That fake smile you love oh-so-much is becoming less and less frequent as time goes on. She knows one day, she'll fade away entirely. She's scared, she's lonely, and you're disgustingly oblivious.]

Stupid boy,

Can't you see she needs you?