Wor-D-Rizzle

What if you knew she starts missing you minutes after saying goodbye to you? What if you knew she scrolls through your messages to her just to feel close to you? What if you knew she blushes every time she hears your name a smile forming in her heart? What if you knew despite telling herself she probably shouldn’t just yet she’s already beginning to fall for you…?

The late night calls The early morning text messages The pounding heartbeat And him…

She knows most people are attracted to the way he speaks. The warm, deep voice, the accent that almost sang his words, and the words themselves so eloquent and confident. This is what drew people to him, and as a poet she well understood the appeal. But he mangled his words around her. For weeks whenever they met, whenever he’s around her he’d make a mess of his words. And every time he stumbled on his words, then blushed hotly and glanced her way part embarrassed, part exasperated;   he seduced her heart. Her heart was his long before the stumbling stopped…

The day she met him, she felt it. And the day she gave her heart to him, she knew for sure; she was never going to heaven. For he was no angel, this bad boy of hers. And without him in it, Heaven, no matter how beautiful  will never have her either…

It has come to the point where her heart no longer knows if it whispers his name in yearning; or a habit it's yet to break...

His was a heart that had a case of Wanderlust; and couldn't stay glued to another heart even if he wished it would. But when it met hers he knew in an instant with a clarity that shook him to his very core; that never again, nor further shall these eyes, heart or soul wander...

She paints pictures of him through her words in a secret diary that he has no idea exists. He captures her image through a silent camera and collects them as memories in a box deep inside their cupboard. They’re both in love   and the world surely knows it. But how much, and how deeply, only those silent     secret treasures know to tell…

It was morning and she was afraid to open her eyes. She could feel the warmth of the sun rays that danced through the curtains, And hear the sounds of the outside world coming alive. Yet she was afraid to open her eyes. “Be strong, be strong” she tells her heart, as she draws in a deep breath even as her eyes fight to stay closed. But before she could find her courage,     before she could pry her eyes open, she felt a hand on her cheek warm, calloused and hard. “Good mornin’ ” she heard his voice say. Eyes flying open now she didn’t want to ever close them again. She kept them open,    unblinking

In an effort to keep energy costs down, the doors to our school were no longer open at the start and end of each school day.  I was not looking forward to this, as the doors were large and heavy.  On the first day of school, I was with some girlfriends and as we approached the door one of the male students opened the door for us. “Good morning, ladies,” he said with a smile as we went through, leaving the warming outside for the welcoming air conditioned interior.  This sounded strange, but I wasn’t about to argue.     “Who was that?” I asked by BFF Heather. “He transferred in last year, although I forget

Collarbones Thigh gaps Skinny legs They are haunting me Taunting me Destroying me Work out more Eat less A little more less Then starve yourself Till your hair falls And your death calls Stop the hunger Go and sleep For an hour or two Till the day is already over So you sleep again And the hunger sleeps But only for a while Then comes the light of day And the hunger wakes up Like a savage animal Like a growling wolf Wanting to conquer its meal But collarbones Thigh gaps Skinny legs Are calling out to me For the fat needs to melt From the body that i consider My only habitat I just need to lose A few more pounds So I can be The

I lie awake upon my bed, With random thoughts inside my head. My stomach growls, I need to eat. I think I'd like a cookie treat. So, quietly, without a peep, With ninja skills I start to creep. I slowly walked on down the hall. Those treats were mine, I'd have ‘em all! But wait, what's this? What have I spied? My parent's door was open wide! I couldn't breath, my stomach clenched. I ventured on, my clothes were drenched. The minutes seemed like hours gone. With nervous steps I tiptoed on. So far so good, I felt assured, This obstacle I would endure. Just nearly halfway past their door, When suddenly my stomach roared! My heart was b