She sat at her desk pen in hand trembling unaware if the man standing behind her knew she was ambidextrous. One of his hands rested on her shoulder, the other held a problem solver to her cheek. His black Ford Mustang is parked a few blocks from their current location. He realized she was too nervous to write then gently tapped on a picture frame with his gun. She asked permission to smoke a cigarette. The gunman struck a match for her with his unarmed hand, gently pressing the barrel to her skin as she inhaled. He took a short break from hovering and had her handcuff herself. Then he used his weapon to direct her back into the trunk at the foot of her bed. He helped himself to le...
He recognized the handwriting but it didn't sound like her. It'd take more than a letter to convince him. He needed to see her face and hear her voice. Something wasn't right between them lately. She was avoiding him. That Black Ford Mustang had been making a lot of appearances. The last time he saw it was the night he read "her" letter. A close friend of his recommended a private investigator.
She had a mess full of thoughts,
Each night she wandered,
All the tears she cried,
Her pillows were her companion,
She can give her heart to you,
But her words where choked inside her lungs,
The cages built for years where as strong as a steal,
She looked for someone to heal it, but none could,
And she realised,
She was the saviour for herself!
I accept they have some flaws,most of them looks unfinished,unaltered,some words need to be changed,some wont look beautiful,but never change them because just because they dont look Beauty mean I should kill them which were bought to life by me.They are my pals and I love them the way are like a Mother whose love is pure and blind to her child❤
Mothers are beautiful creatures. They are indeed the most observant of the lot. Even before something hurts you, she knows. She warns you of the damage things can cause you and stands by even if you've made the greatest of mistakes. Mothers are mystical creatures indeed. And having one of them, a blessing. :)
Pouring rain outside
Cooling air conditioning inside
Her chubby fat, his skinny bones
Rubbed and caressed
Caressed and rubbed
Together made a bonfire
In the cold midnight
Vocal chords high
Their eyes met
All it took was heat
Heat of the moment
The seasons of life
Just as she does
The seasonal weather changes
With the proper wardrobe
And protective armor
To make it through
To the next one. JD
Born a fighter
A deep roar flowing through her
#flowing #MayCBFChallenge #3LinesADay
Dear Dr. V,
My mom has been suffering from cancer from a very long time now.
And now, i have been drained of all my energy, hope and patience.
Words really don't help now.
" Do u believe in love at first sight?"
She nodded ,and said " i do,coz many spring back ,someone started loving me like that!!"
She smiled as she remembers her mother ...
Love u ma..
If I cry my whole life,
Will it ensure my people will be happy in the future?
If I starve myself to death,
Will it ensure my countrymen will get food to eat?
Will my frightened eyes and soul,
Ensure my people a fearless tomorrow?
Ma, if I don't sleep at all,
In return will my brothers get peaceful slumber?
Will my burning body and dreams,
Be the final destruction you and the people ever witness?
I am willing to sacrifice myself,
If it guarantees a safe and joyous ever after....
(A Syrian child talking to his mother when he sees her crying and praying for his safety.)
Real women are strong, resilient, independent, loyal and lovable. One thing about them is they know they deserve better.
Her eyes see me
For who I am
And when she speaks
She makes me feel
As if I am
The only person
In her world. JD
*Mom* (from a child's view)
She was a slut
Everyday she bled
Sometimes to exist
Sometimes to prove existence
She never lived
Though she always wanted to
Had a desire of family
Reality made her more lonely
Her desires tied around her heart
When they untied her dress
She was naked as nature
And hunted as earth
Never said a word
Or she never had a word
It is a stigma
A mind's mentality that
All women're helpless.
I refuse to exploit tragedy in exchange for praise.
Victims of recent acts of violence will be honored and remembered.
Implying threats against those who trespass against us will not change the past.
Lost lives cannot be brought back. Attacks can be prevented, but is antagonization of our enemies the appropriate response?
All are entitled to their opinions.
Of the many things I do not condone is profiting from events that have taken place recently.
As I write this, my mother's words are heard in my head.
Parents symbolize love!
For them, their children are their greatest and most priceless possession.
Their hearts are filled with warm love and tender care forever.
Things change, people change, but a mother's love and father's care is forever, and after.
As you grow up, remember that they are growing old too.
You learnt to walk holding their fingers, they might need you hand to walk soon.
Don't test the power of your words, on the people who taught you to speak.
Their possessiveness is what defines their love;
They have given up most of their dreams, and desires just so they could see you smile;
You never know what they have been through to make you what you are today.
They'll never tell you i...
Silent but strong she started to carry herself through all the ups and downs of life.
Nothing but regret had grown in her heart. Pain, heartbreaks,back bitching, etc became part of her daily life routine. Now honest people scare her more as for her the one with elegance is the one who will kill you with charm and trust. Meeting new people interacting with them was just a part of her work routine otherwise being alone and trusting no one is the only way to live for her. That one dark side of Love and she feels she can never be loved by anyone , she is not meant for love. But who will make her understand a person can be wrong but Love cant be. She still weeps with a hope that one fine day he ...
He (son): Mom! Why do we light candles on cake during birthdays?
She (She smiles & pull his cheeks gently) Becaauusssseee, you when children come into our life, you light our world. You bring all happiness, joy & positivity in our (Parents) life. Looking at the part of us for the first time & welcoming him into this world, celebrating each joy & sadness with them, this love needs way much longer time for you to understand. You won't understand that joy now. Once you'll have your own baby, you'll experience it on your own. It's inexpressible.
He: (he gave a confused expression as he couldn't understand her exp...