I slowly crept down his body until I was at his pelvis. He was ready for me and I could tell. I blushed and then slowly brought my mouth to him. I took in only his head at first. Swirling it in my mouth, Kody was already breathing hard and gripping tightly to the sheets. “Baby,” he moaned. “I प्यार आप so much.” I inched down farther until his penis reached the back of my throat. I could feel my body trying to revolt. I slowly went back out, running my teeth along it all the while. “Don’t stop.” I continued going in and out for hours; until I couldn’t.
As I laid back I couldn’t help but think about the events of the day. I’d gone from scared little girl to grown woman, all in six hours. I was tired and I could feel my eyelids closing, my breathing evening out. I was sucked into a scene the landscape unfamiliar. I was sitting in a chair and across from me stood the same medium-brown chair. All the sudden a light appeared before me. I covered my eyes to keep from squinting. Then everything dimmed, I slowly opened my eyes.
“Grandpa?” I whispered. “Is that you?”
“Hi baby girl. How are you?”
“Good. I just got married, “I smiled holding up my left hand. “My mom misses you.”
“I miss her too, but I’m not sure she’s quite yet forgiven me. She was really angry when I left this world. आप should have seen the way she looked at me. It’s like I was a murderer या someone who had killed her best friend. I can never forget that look. It’s engrained in my mind.”
“Oh, she’s not mad, I’m sure she was just upset and angry. I think maybe she felt betrayed. She probably feels like आप don’t प्यार her. We talk about आप occasionally; to her she feels like आप just gave up, gave up on her, and gave up on life. She says that she just can’t understand how आप could give up so easily. I don’t either.” I began to cry.
“Baby girl I don’t have much longer but know that I’m watching over आप and your mama. I प्यार आप and I want आप to know that you’re right.” He began to fade.
“Wait right about what?” I yelled. He waved. “Wait,” I reached my hand out, but he was gone. I sat staring at the chair he had just occupied. I began crying.
As I laid back I couldn’t help but think about the events of the day. I’d gone from scared little girl to grown woman, all in six hours. I was tired and I could feel my eyelids closing, my breathing evening out. I was sucked into a scene the landscape unfamiliar. I was sitting in a chair and across from me stood the same medium-brown chair. All the sudden a light appeared before me. I covered my eyes to keep from squinting. Then everything dimmed, I slowly opened my eyes.
“Grandpa?” I whispered. “Is that you?”
“Hi baby girl. How are you?”
“Good. I just got married, “I smiled holding up my left hand. “My mom misses you.”
“I miss her too, but I’m not sure she’s quite yet forgiven me. She was really angry when I left this world. आप should have seen the way she looked at me. It’s like I was a murderer या someone who had killed her best friend. I can never forget that look. It’s engrained in my mind.”
“Oh, she’s not mad, I’m sure she was just upset and angry. I think maybe she felt betrayed. She probably feels like आप don’t प्यार her. We talk about आप occasionally; to her she feels like आप just gave up, gave up on her, and gave up on life. She says that she just can’t understand how आप could give up so easily. I don’t either.” I began to cry.
“Baby girl I don’t have much longer but know that I’m watching over आप and your mama. I प्यार आप and I want आप to know that you’re right.” He began to fade.
“Wait right about what?” I yelled. He waved. “Wait,” I reached my hand out, but he was gone. I sat staring at the chair he had just occupied. I began crying.
War
I am weak losing strength, like losing blood
but the scene just drags on no one sees me.
I am unnoticed and as the picture fades away.
I'm covered with a touch, a healing touch.
I look at the face, the kind kind face smiling down at me.
I extend a hand but it never reaches its destination.
About this poem: I wrote it last night and its set in Afghanistan when someone's been shot and everyone's busy fighting so they don't notice him and then he sees the एंजल of death in front of him and then he dies before he can touch it.
Dedicated to the soldiers of Afghanistan.
I am weak losing strength, like losing blood
but the scene just drags on no one sees me.
I am unnoticed and as the picture fades away.
I'm covered with a touch, a healing touch.
I look at the face, the kind kind face smiling down at me.
I extend a hand but it never reaches its destination.
About this poem: I wrote it last night and its set in Afghanistan when someone's been shot and everyone's busy fighting so they don't notice him and then he sees the एंजल of death in front of him and then he dies before he can touch it.
Dedicated to the soldiers of Afghanistan.
Last Love
Your दिल is breaking,
waiting for a rose to bloom again,
hoping your दिल wounds will heal,
Not knowing that it can't.
आप cry out in pain but no one can hear you.
About poem: I wrote this poem Saturday night(AKA yesterday) Its about someone who was being abused द्वारा their girl/boyfriend then she/he dumps them and their alone on the सड़क, स्ट्रीट and no one will hear cause their minds are full of hate and ignorance, they ignore the hurt person and let them scream out in pain.
(If this poem disturbs u plz message me and I'll मिटाइए it या put............well i don't know)
Your दिल is breaking,
waiting for a rose to bloom again,
hoping your दिल wounds will heal,
Not knowing that it can't.
आप cry out in pain but no one can hear you.
About poem: I wrote this poem Saturday night(AKA yesterday) Its about someone who was being abused द्वारा their girl/boyfriend then she/he dumps them and their alone on the सड़क, स्ट्रीट and no one will hear cause their minds are full of hate and ignorance, they ignore the hurt person and let them scream out in pain.
(If this poem disturbs u plz message me and I'll मिटाइए it या put............well i don't know)
Pain Of Secrets
दिन द्वारा day, your corrage
fades and the mask falls
off your face.
People start to notice
and ask if your ok,
the और they ask
the और आप sulk
your heading for a cliff.
Your hurting yourself,
your such a disgrace
and आप should never
have excist.
आप collapes at school
from all the pressure,
people say its from all
the leasure.
Tear drop hits the floor.
आप stand at a bridge
and look at the road
below.
Walking forward,
someone tries to stop
you,
आप turn around and
there stands the
man of your dreams.
He brings आप close
and hugs आप saying
its going to be okay.
दिन द्वारा day, your corrage
fades and the mask falls
off your face.
People start to notice
and ask if your ok,
the और they ask
the और आप sulk
your heading for a cliff.
Your hurting yourself,
your such a disgrace
and आप should never
have excist.
आप collapes at school
from all the pressure,
people say its from all
the leasure.
Tear drop hits the floor.
आप stand at a bridge
and look at the road
below.
Walking forward,
someone tries to stop
you,
आप turn around and
there stands the
man of your dreams.
He brings आप close
and hugs आप saying
its going to be okay.
King Of Evil
Blood trickles, rain pours
lightning strikes at your door.
आग burns, children scream,
even और pain as it seems.
Sun hides, darkness shows,
as the king evil grows.
His army growing stronger and stronger
and your living a life of danger.
They patrol the street
looking for something
to eat.
If they smell you,
you'd better run.
About this poem: This poem is about people living in fear and a bad magician who calls himself king and tries to feed his भालू army (sounds alot like narnia)
:P
:)
:D
XO
:O
Blood trickles, rain pours
lightning strikes at your door.
आग burns, children scream,
even और pain as it seems.
Sun hides, darkness shows,
as the king evil grows.
His army growing stronger and stronger
and your living a life of danger.
They patrol the street
looking for something
to eat.
If they smell you,
you'd better run.
About this poem: This poem is about people living in fear and a bad magician who calls himself king and tries to feed his भालू army (sounds alot like narnia)
:P
:)
:D
XO
:O