The Love that Lives in Pain (Valentine's 2024) by JCSolis-Lit, literature
Literature
The Love that Lives in Pain (Valentine's 2024)
The Love that Lives in Pain Valentine’s Day 2024 By J.C. Solis Though I live every day as best as I can A foolish boy who wished to be your man I suffer to see you bask within light As I sacrifice myself to the blight I live in pain to see you rise and grow And I hope that my blood will rightly show That I’d bleed for you with all that I’d give So long as I still have my life to live And as I wake and return to my sleep And think of You within my dreams so deep I hope that you’ll rise and cherish the sun And smile at me, that your heart I have won For this is the day I tell you this, true I love you so much, and suffer for you…
Your Presence is Always Requested by Chelsinator9000, literature
Literature
Your Presence is Always Requested
The blinding facade of modern relationships hurts my eyes, but we go deeper than any up kept appearances. ~It's you and I navigating this existence. ~~The second star to the right and straight on into the subconscious. So far in that I... ~I can't taste anything other than the honey dripping from my lips, your sweet kiss the catalyst. ~~I feel only weather-worn fingertips pressed between the 4th and 5th rib. ~~~I hear your ragged breath against my unsteadily beating chest. ~~~~So close I smell the last cigarette, like me, the scent clinging to your flesh. If I were deaf If I were blind If there wasn't a single scent or taste of mine, I'd still choose you. Want you. ~Love you.~
Mistletoe Kiss From A Loud by LoneBoy48, literature
Literature
Mistletoe Kiss From A Loud
In the middle of the day on Christmas Eve, Lori drove from Royal Woods to Great Lake City after she left college for the holidays. The Loud Family on the other hand are planning to have a family gift swap with The Casagrandes at their apartment, but they doubled the time on their Christmas shopping after many last minute decisions. However Lincoln, after doing most of the Christmas shopping, decides to ride along in Lori’s car to meet Ronnie Anne for the holidays. Lucky for him, he’s willing to bring along two friends from school to show them the Christmas joy in the big city. With Lincoln and Lori’s gifts installed in the back of Lori’s car, Lori while driving is thrilled to the max. “Bobby just texted me that he just brought me a gift for me at the mall!” With a squeal of excitement, Lincoln and his friends closed their eyes in slight annoyance. “You do realize you made the choice to pick him instead of picking a raffle, right?” Lincoln asked. “This is his first gift swap, he
A night of wonder, Not a starry night, But the one with rain tapping on your window, The soothing drops of water, Clicking at the glass, One by one, Tap, tap, Oh what a great evening it was, The sense of you filling the space, Fuelling me up with tons of blaze, A fiery spark within me start, Wondering in which play you would take part, Leaving me with such a wonder, Whom are you I truly ponder? Eyes of beauty and words so tender, Keeping my heart up a true defender, Here we are in a chaotic world, While the nights moon shining like a big beautiful pearl.
When I first came to know you I only saw a cloud A dense mass of grayness Thick and thundering in the distance Carrying the weight of the oceans Refusing to let go Of the precious waters within. Now I see a nebula A glorious cosmic dance Of illuminous matter Most majestic mix of colours That a rainbow could never reach A place where stars are born.
Each one of us is an artist And our art is every little piece of ourselves That we put out there Waiting to be found Like hidden treasures. How my treasure is longed for By kindred souls Inspired and passionate Longing to be found too And how it means nothing to me Cause I long to offer it to you Only you Like a well guarded secret Soul itself craving to be known. How this pearl sparkles Only when it's looked upon by you And when you look indeed How you only see a stone...
Your name tastes like apples, vibrant ripe and red, golden and delicious. Your touch feels like music: the bass vibrating through my skin, down to my bones, through everything that’s hollow; filling the chambers with choral music. We feel like hallelujah when I give myself to you. I tremble as you treble cleft my heart in two. Your shadow scents the doorway, a subtle woodsmoke… I see the imprint of your head upon the pillow where you once lay next to me in colors that have no name, even in the dark. I still smell your shadow, that subtle woodsmoke… I still remember what the hallelujah felt like when I gave myself to you. I still remember the pleasure of the bass— still feel the heartbreak of the treble. Apples will never taste the same.