She was a pretty crier. Sobbing quietly, tears pooling at the corner of her eyes; her tiny frame, more glass-like with each heave. She was the kind of girl whose weeping form could launch a thousand ships, raze empires, and enchant anyone into tracing with hungry eyes the glistening tear streaks draping her face like garlands.
I was crying so hard that a hurricane looked like a light drizzle. I was overcome with grief and sadness. I tried to pull myself together but it was no use. I was so far gone and no one could pull me back. Not even him.
Meghan
I have sobbed. My children have sobbed. It is a sadness that is overwhelming. Crying, with no sense of hope. Sobbing is tears of despair and is all encompassing.
Anita
sobbing is really just crying without saying words.
Polly
The sky was sobbing
Grieving for a time
when people looked up
and breathed
and loved the beauty of it all
A time before the machine
the grey and mechanical clankings
Before wind up people
grinding gears
and faces that cursed
a healing rain
Stephanie
she was sobbing into the side of her shower. The cool tile panels pressed against her forehead. Fingers wrapped around her arms, a wet, slippery, self embrace.
She was a pretty crier. Sobbing quietly, tears pooling at the corner of her eyes; her tiny frame, more glass-like with each heave. She was the kind of girl whose weeping form could launch a thousand ships, raze empires, and enchant anyone into tracing with hungry eyes the glistening tear streaks draping her face like garlands.
I was crying so hard that a hurricane looked like a light drizzle. I was overcome with grief and sadness. I tried to pull myself together but it was no use. I was so far gone and no one could pull me back. Not even him.
I have sobbed. My children have sobbed. It is a sadness that is overwhelming. Crying, with no sense of hope. Sobbing is tears of despair and is all encompassing.
sobbing is really just crying without saying words.
The sky was sobbing
Grieving for a time
when people looked up
and breathed
and loved the beauty of it all
A time before the machine
the grey and mechanical clankings
Before wind up people
grinding gears
and faces that cursed
a healing rain
she was sobbing into the side of her shower. The cool tile panels pressed against her forehead. Fingers wrapped around her arms, a wet, slippery, self embrace.
what do you want me to say?
Uncontrollable. Wet. Hiccuping. Blubbering. Heaving shoulders, sinking stomach. Noise. Crinkled eyes. Fallen mouth.
Uncontrollable. Wet. Hiccups. Blubbering. Loss of dignity. Soul bearing. Relieving.