Teach me how to love again,
I think I have forgotten.
All of these one night stands and almost forgotten kisses,
are tearing me apart from the inside out.
I know I said I'm not looking for anything more,
but my heart is calling out to you,
listen closely for it,
For sometimes I am weak,
and can not let myself scream into the nothingness,
waiting for you to hear.
And That was Where it Ended. by bellepepper, literature
Literature
And That was Where it Ended.
I catch him looking at me from across the room,
his eyes fixed on me,
they speak to me.
He pushes his way through the crowded room,
past all the crazy drunks & pill popping dancers,
finding his way to me.
The music is so loud,
I can barely hear my own anxious thoughts,
I want to be calm, I want him to see me.
He stands close to me,
and whispers in my ear.
"Follow me"
of course, I do.
I chase him to the bedroom,
and lock the big wooden door,
making sure no one can find us,
then push him against the dark wall.
He tugs at the zipper of my jeans,
as we scatter our clothes across the floor,
his lips lightly trailing my skin.
I do not have many words for the night I spent with you.
What I have is the soft feeling of your skin on mine,
the scrumptious taste of your lips lingering on my neck,
and the warmth you left in my heart,
so I could save it all for later.
Who knows, maybe it was a one night thing,
but sometimes those are the sweetest of romances,
because the memories are stained in the creases of my brain,
leaving me restless and begging for more.
As we walked closer to the place where we would soon depart,
you opened your arms for a good-night hug,
A hug I assumed would be an innocent one,
But you held me just a few seconds too long to be innocent,
I instantly knew you wanted more from me.
I pulled away just slightly,
barely enough to let the cool breeze from the ocean blow between our bodies,
But you pulled me back in,
and gently pressed your sweet lips to mine.
The stubble on you face brushing against mine nearly made me melt into a pool of purple love in you strong arms.
I had to pull away, it was already late, my friends would be worried,
but you made it so hard.
Whis
Baby, I Will Break Your Heart by bellepepper, literature
Literature
Baby, I Will Break Your Heart
My ears fill with the sweet melody of your deep voice,
as you sing me off to sleep.
Dreams of you float between my ears
of us running along the oceans edge,
our feet on cold stones.
Your feet compared to mine, are monsters,
cute monsters with toes.
I can taste the salt on my face after you splash me
with the ice cold water, playfully,
so unlike you.
You are the definition of a hardy man,
who needs no one,
and walks his road alone.
This is how I know this is only a dream,
the reality of the situation is you can not be with someone like me,
because their is a mind under your hat,
but you will not allow anyone to enter.
Kiss my neck,
sing me a song,
pass me a beer,
hold me all night.
We win.
Get on the bus,
forget my name,
look past me in the halls,
text me again some night.
I Loose.
Drink some more booze,
getting drunk on the weekend,
text me again,
oops,
Im not home this night.
You Loose.
He sings his song from the depths of his lungs,
strong and powerful,
like the muscles in his arms.
She sings with her lips in a loose smirk,
flowing sweetly and gently,
like the lines of her figure.
They were meant to be,
but neither of them can see.
How could they look past all the commotions of this hard, still breeze.
The Musician I Am in My Dreams by bellepepper, literature
Literature
The Musician I Am in My Dreams
The musician I am in my dreams
can move her fingers faster than I can
and sits in her room with her instrument all day practicing
unlike me who has so many distractions
always looking for something wild to do
that musician only lays her instrument down when
she has completed a piece
has learned it completely
the musician I am in my dreams
blows through her horn with no effort
sings at the perfect pitch
strums each cord right
Melodiously
Strongly
not weak as I do
The musician I am in my dreams
breaks the barriers
plays what she feels
loud and strong so everyone can hear
Changes instr
I lay here in the backseat of my car, as you filled my mouth with yummy kisses, trailed your hands along my skin, and filled my ears with your sweet deep voice.
I kept thinking to myself that all of this has to be a dream.
Could anyone else in this world possibly be a wonderful as you are at this very moment?
Then you opened my cheast and pulled out my heart, tucking it into your back pocket as you walked away, turning this dream into a nightmare, leaving me alone and without a heart to love with.
Now I float here in my empty abyss, waiting for the impossible, for you to come back to me, returning my heart to me, to it's righ
I want to write you a letter in the clouds and have you look up from where you are and read it with you big blue eyes.
I want to send and instant message of love from my mind to yours, over hills and across the grasslands.
I want to blow a kiss from where I am and you feel it when you are hanging from the tall poles.
I want you to respond to all of these quickly and lovingly.
Face to Face.
Teach me how to love again,
I think I have forgotten.
All of these one night stands and almost forgotten kisses,
are tearing me apart from the inside out.
I know I said I'm not looking for anything more,
but my heart is calling out to you,
listen closely for it,
For sometimes I am weak,
and can not let myself scream into the nothingness,
waiting for you to hear.
And That was Where it Ended. by bellepepper, literature
Literature
And That was Where it Ended.
I catch him looking at me from across the room,
his eyes fixed on me,
they speak to me.
He pushes his way through the crowded room,
past all the crazy drunks & pill popping dancers,
finding his way to me.
The music is so loud,
I can barely hear my own anxious thoughts,
I want to be calm, I want him to see me.
He stands close to me,
and whispers in my ear.
"Follow me"
of course, I do.
I chase him to the bedroom,
and lock the big wooden door,
making sure no one can find us,
then push him against the dark wall.
He tugs at the zipper of my jeans,
as we scatter our clothes across the floor,
his lips lightly trailing my skin.
I do not have many words for the night I spent with you.
What I have is the soft feeling of your skin on mine,
the scrumptious taste of your lips lingering on my neck,
and the warmth you left in my heart,
so I could save it all for later.
Who knows, maybe it was a one night thing,
but sometimes those are the sweetest of romances,
because the memories are stained in the creases of my brain,
leaving me restless and begging for more.
As we walked closer to the place where we would soon depart,
you opened your arms for a good-night hug,
A hug I assumed would be an innocent one,
But you held me just a few seconds too long to be innocent,
I instantly knew you wanted more from me.
I pulled away just slightly,
barely enough to let the cool breeze from the ocean blow between our bodies,
But you pulled me back in,
and gently pressed your sweet lips to mine.
The stubble on you face brushing against mine nearly made me melt into a pool of purple love in you strong arms.
I had to pull away, it was already late, my friends would be worried,
but you made it so hard.
Whis
Baby, I Will Break Your Heart by bellepepper, literature
Literature
Baby, I Will Break Your Heart
My ears fill with the sweet melody of your deep voice,
as you sing me off to sleep.
Dreams of you float between my ears
of us running along the oceans edge,
our feet on cold stones.
Your feet compared to mine, are monsters,
cute monsters with toes.
I can taste the salt on my face after you splash me
with the ice cold water, playfully,
so unlike you.
You are the definition of a hardy man,
who needs no one,
and walks his road alone.
This is how I know this is only a dream,
the reality of the situation is you can not be with someone like me,
because their is a mind under your hat,
but you will not allow anyone to enter.
Kiss my neck,
sing me a song,
pass me a beer,
hold me all night.
We win.
Get on the bus,
forget my name,
look past me in the halls,
text me again some night.
I Loose.
Drink some more booze,
getting drunk on the weekend,
text me again,
oops,
Im not home this night.
You Loose.
He sings his song from the depths of his lungs,
strong and powerful,
like the muscles in his arms.
She sings with her lips in a loose smirk,
flowing sweetly and gently,
like the lines of her figure.
They were meant to be,
but neither of them can see.
How could they look past all the commotions of this hard, still breeze.
The Musician I Am in My Dreams by bellepepper, literature
Literature
The Musician I Am in My Dreams
The musician I am in my dreams
can move her fingers faster than I can
and sits in her room with her instrument all day practicing
unlike me who has so many distractions
always looking for something wild to do
that musician only lays her instrument down when
she has completed a piece
has learned it completely
the musician I am in my dreams
blows through her horn with no effort
sings at the perfect pitch
strums each cord right
Melodiously
Strongly
not weak as I do
The musician I am in my dreams
breaks the barriers
plays what she feels
loud and strong so everyone can hear
Changes instr
I lay here in the backseat of my car, as you filled my mouth with yummy kisses, trailed your hands along my skin, and filled my ears with your sweet deep voice.
I kept thinking to myself that all of this has to be a dream.
Could anyone else in this world possibly be a wonderful as you are at this very moment?
Then you opened my cheast and pulled out my heart, tucking it into your back pocket as you walked away, turning this dream into a nightmare, leaving me alone and without a heart to love with.
Now I float here in my empty abyss, waiting for the impossible, for you to come back to me, returning my heart to me, to it's righ
I want to write you a letter in the clouds and have you look up from where you are and read it with you big blue eyes.
I want to send and instant message of love from my mind to yours, over hills and across the grasslands.
I want to blow a kiss from where I am and you feel it when you are hanging from the tall poles.
I want you to respond to all of these quickly and lovingly.
Face to Face.
Work, Power, and Energy by careybee-12, literature
Literature
Work, Power, and Energy
I am so sick of you
thinking you know me.
Telling me things,
that somehow, I'm just like you.
I have a wall, and I won't ever cry,
no matter how many times you yell at me.
This, you say, was you.
We think the same,
we like the same things,
I'm as unbearably stubborn as you once were.
You think that now that you've been "enlightened",
that they've helped you open your eyes,
you can throw this shit at me.
Don't think for a second that I ever wanted to be like you.
Don't think that I ever will be anything like you.
I can only ever be the person I've created, which is me.
You know that, every time you tell me not t
A Little Bit of Whipped Cream by careybee-12, literature
Literature
A Little Bit of Whipped Cream
We run through the grass
and stumble over our too-long jeans.
Grasshoppers move quickly out of our way,
and the little ants scurry back into their mountains.
We slowly roll to a stop and give ourselves a once over,
nothing broken or damaged, grass stains are memories.
I grab your hand and pull you to your feet,
Silently wishing we could stay like this forever.
I love our simple pleasures and the easy way we get along.
I love how no matter what, you accept me.
Breathe easy, and take a step back.
Look at how far we've come
and the memories we made.
Are you ready to leave it all behind?
Don't forget the late and early mornings,
fi
If It's Love, I Wouldn't Know by careybee-12, literature
Literature
If It's Love, I Wouldn't Know
If I took a crack at being with you,
I'd be pretty broken up.
I just feel like cutting off all my skin
and putting some new stuff on and running into the ocean.
I've never shot for the moon or the stars,
but I've always wanted to be out of this world.
Everything sounds muffled, like I'm walking in a cotton ball world,
where every word is soft and quiet
and my mind is slow and foggy.
If I lie a moment longer,
I'll drown in my bed of tears.
I forgot what it felt like to feel,
to feel anything real.
He made me smile because it was polite.
I laughed because he smiled.
And I looked into his eyes because I wanted to know.
Where wer
I only sleep on one side by careybee-12, literature
Literature
I only sleep on one side
one heart mislead another,
tangled her hair in his fingers.
He told her he loved her,
then dropped her like a bomb.
One minute those hearts were red,
burning with passion so hot,
they followed a trail and soon forgot.
The way home was treacherous,
the obstacles messy.
Tear stained pillows and a hat that smelled happy.
They took new steps together,
ran with combined power in the pouring rain,
slept beneath the trees on cold
october nights.
Both hearts' chambers were strained so tight,
he had to let go so he wouldn't die.
Those were 2 weeks of pure bliss,
Except this time,
it's you that's being dismiss
My life revolves around music. All different kinds. Accept Newfie folk...ew. I like to be outside alot. Especially with my friends. Camping is probably my fave thing to do in the summer besides swimming. I feel free in the water. Campfires are wonderful as well. Nothing like a fire with my buddies and a couple guitars...and smores. yum. I also love food. Pretty much all of it. Flavours amaze me, like pasta salade with a nice pesto sauce on grilled chicken, or anything thai or vietnamise! so yummy.
Favourite genre of music: i love all of it! Favourite photographer: undecided Favourite style of art: music, drawing. writing. dancing. pgotography. Favourite cartoon character: sylvester. eeyore. sid. nemo. Personal Quote: when there is silence, add music.
Favourite Visual Artist
ashley power
Favourite Movies
pirates of the carribean, juno. augest rush. finding nemo.
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
janis joplin, cat stevens. pink floyd. neil young. john mayer. pink. pete yorn&scarlett johansso
Favourite Writers
emily dickinson & lauraline mcdaniel
Other Interests
i love music. thats number one for me. always has been,
Stolen from ~raginghearts (https://www.deviantart.com/raginghearts) who i think stole it from someone else haha
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4. Tell you what animal you remind me of.
5. Ask you something I've always wondered about you.
6. Tell you my favorite thing about you.
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ATTENTION:I CAN NOW OFFICIALLY ANGLE AND PARALELLE PARK!
And i drove for 3 hours straight today.....that is very tiring especially when you have an old man yellin in your ear about the speed limit(my driving instructor), and telling you to stop checkin out the hot guy in the rearview mirror. (he was HAWT) and he had a cute blue car! *cute boy in car ftw!*
oh and btw, i almost got in an accident because of a G*D D*M* IDIOT driving a HUGE truck that decided to back out of his drive way at 40km/h while i was driving in front of it at 30km/h (speed limit, i aint that boring)in a tiny toyota (ew i like my truck better). so yep, even my instructo
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