freeinbondage

Tattered & Torn A lone black butterfly, In a world of yellow and orange, Her beautiful wings tattered and torn, The marks of her life for  all to see. Each rip a sign of things she has weathered, A small crease for all the hurt of love, Each pain making it deeper, harder to straighten, harder to fly. A rip for the anger, the hurt She can't seem to let go. At the top of her right wing, A hole void of beauty, Empty of happiness, Formed by the inner pain she has been through. Be gentle with her for She isn't as strong as she looks. Hold her tightly but don't crush her. Comfort her when she feels the marks of her life,

There's a storm brewing, The skies are becoming dark, angered, threatening. Clouds are building, billowing, growing in strength. The first sounds of thunder crash, loudly, violently, omnipotent. Lightening rips through the sky, fiercely, scathing. Harsh gusts of wind blow, unforgiving, relentless. Rain begins crashing to the ground, unfeeling, releasing. The intensity heightens; the fury, the anger, crash down. Every emotion fathomable, unleashed, exposed. Each rain drop stabs into the soil, unceasingly, mutilating, scarring. The wrath fully revealed, passionate, assaulting. As sudden as it formed the storm b

She looked at me as to say don't go, but then told me I should, This I never really understood. I wanted to hold her and feel her pain, But I stood there trying to refrain. I looked back as she closed the door trying not to cry out, What was said was just that and that I didn't belong was without a doubt. So I walked down the street that night and went to a place that only few know , I sat on our rock and watched the moon glow. I kept seeing her face as I sat there tears streaming down my face, The bond I shared with her I knew I wouldn't replace. I got up and walked back home that night, Figured I'd give it one more shot perhap

That Day I wake up and I'm already late Nothing seems to go right in my life I grab my things and rush to class the door shuts as I make it to the top of the stairs late again and no excuses feel like turning around and leaving I don't fit here no one wants me here all alone in the crowded hallways feeling like I missed my bus before I even got a chance to find out which one it was In the car I'm driving thinking about that day the day that everything seemed to go away I use to fit but now I wander alone driving for what seems like an eternity maybe I missed my calling or maybe its just meant to be this way maybe I'm the

His Story by: Nicole Smith Feb. 23, 2003 I talked to him again you want his story, where do I begin? He is alone and his heart is shattered She acted as though he never really mattered. He was the strong one but not anymore, what has she done? As he told his story tears fell across his cheek I held him for he had grown weak. He wept for what seemed like forever Didn't she once promise hurt and pain never? As he spoke his voice trembled Years of their marriage recalled as he remembered. I held him as he cried Does she realize she caused a part of him to die? He finished as the last tear fell from his face His eyes darted as

Fleeting thoughts, random doubts, sadness feels my mind…..wondering where you are and who you are with…if its me you are thinking of or if  someone else is on your mind….can't earse the thought of you out of my mind…you are in my head for good and all I think of is where you are and who you are with and if its me your thinking of or is there someone else on your mind. Sitting alone in a dark room waiting for the sound of your voice the words they never come….and I'm left sitting here wondering where you are and who you are with….if its me you are thinking of or is there someone else that is in your dreams. I close my eyes to sleep and I am fa