ShyOnLife

Shelter is only temporary Rain is only tears Clouds are only moods Time is only everything. I crawl into darkened spaces You notice Grant me shelter Under your wings of your umbrella. Pictured as a vision of hope, Embracing all attention towards me Submissive, docile, A person who you yearn For passion. An angel is never seen In urban areas, Especially for expressing the need To those who desire so. How can I hide behind your wings, When I can’t walk? How can I speak to your soul, When my voice speaks silence? How can I ever be held, When I refuse any touch? How can our heart be entwined, When I just don’t kn

Still night, Awkward moment, Heavy breathing, I can still hear you, hear me. Sheets cover our skin, The moonlight lathers us, Our heartbeats are slowly entwining us. Mind says turn away, Love commands me to look into his eyes, We are the same and the different. I can feel your warmth sink, The sweat slithers down, The purity of our skins, Love getting more physical. When I look into our eyes, Fear is but a fleeting nightmare, As you and I, Carry ourselves into slumber, Flying off to our dreams.

I got up in the morning, but not like the last couple of nights, where I awoke with breaks of sweats and pants. Not to mentions the fears of dreams yet to come. For the first time since the beginning of school, I was much more relaxed then I originally was. Today, however, I'm hoping that there is a brink for change. For the rest of the school day, I just lived the same old day in high school then I originally did. The only difference was when Ryu wasn't looking; I stared at him time to time, admiring his body. At the end of gym, I was getting ready to get out of school in the locker room when Ryu was across from me, stripping everything

You know when there is a point in your life where you walk to a particular place, but it seems eternal? After school, it was exactly like that. Just starring at the ground, avoiding people's glances at me. I really just wanted to go home and lock myself up for the rest of my life. That's when relief snuck up behind me. "Hey Aaron!" I immediately turned around and jumped a little. I looked up and I saw Jade, as his normal happy self. "Finally! I haven't seen you since-" He lowered his voice and then stopped. It might have been the small tears that remained from the locker room. He then sighed at looked at me. "Aaron, this can't go on. We

That night was perhaps the longest night of my life. The dream always poked me, so I was up late that night. I did get some sleep, however by midnight. When I awoke, I tried to think I was sick, but I had to go to school. If my parents even found out I was sick and didn't go to school, they would kill. I slowly walked to school, yawning and fiddling with my hair, but the dream just kept appearing. "Hey Aa-…Whoa, Aaron! You ok?" Jade came up to me surprised. "I'm fine," I replied, still walking. "You sure? You seem awfully tired." "Yes, we all hate nightmares!" "About what?" I stopped dead in my tracks. What was I suppose to tell him

Everything after that incident was just a blur. I really don't remember what really happened, but I'm guessing I took all of my stuff and ran out of that school. But the real thing that was buzzing me was why? Why was I in love with him!? Why couldn't have been Jasmine, or one of the girls who called me, "Cute?" Why am I like this? All of the sudden, I bumped into a person. "Hey, Aaron. You ok," replied Jade. I didn't want to look up to him. I just started to go out of his way while speaking, "Not now, must leave." "Now? Come on Aaron! Something has to be troubling you. You seemed rather sad-." "I said I don't need your help!" Jade h

"Come on Aaron! Schools about to start!" If you think that's me, with the brown hair and the gray long sleeved shirt, you are looking at the wrong teenager. I'm the one....you know...that's trailing behind. Yes, the one with a black T-shirt, blue jeans and blonde hair. My friend, Jade, was trying his best to make me (actually him) not miss class. It has been a long summer since we graduated eighth grade. The summer was soon toiling down to our end and we were going to start a new life in high school. We both are going to Brook Oak High School, one of the most popular high schools in our town. But since we were going to be late on the first da

A blue sky with gray clouds covers the sky. Light from the sun appears through the leaves of forest. I seem to be lying in the middle of a path. How I got here, I do not know. But the only way out of this forest is walking down on the path. So I get up on my feet, brushing off the stones and the grass of me and take my first step. I wobble a little bit, as if my legs were like wet noodles. Still, I had no choice but to walk down the path. After a while, the feeling disappeared and I walked down even further.  How long I was walking, I had no idea. It may have been hours, walking down a path through some woods I never been in. But, this seem