family and rehana. though she is not a family yet and never is gonna be……that is just pure luck. i though wish she was, or will…
rehana
Beloved. To be loved. Be loved. Not to love. Be loved. That is how the word was created. That is interesting. So why was he not beloved, just beloving? Is beloving even a word? It darn well should be. It should. Shouldn’t it? Maybe not. Maybe beloving would not be applauded by my peering peers. Beloved diary. Don’t make me a fool.
Bridget
Your eyes light up,
I smile.
You smile,
I laugh.
You laugh
I love.
Love
“My beloved hath returned!” I cried.
“Too dramatic,” he chuckled. “Make sure to keep it somewhat natural.”
I smiled nervously. “I know, I know. I’m trying.”
My beloved is a terrifying thing. The smooth metal, which always feels cool to the touch. The square, rough corners, which contrast nicely. The weight in my hand.
to love, to be loved. to live. How can you live without love. A life without love, is no life at all. to be true to one’s heart. to feel. be loved. love.
Ashleigh
She was his beloved bride. She was his everything. How was he supposed to live without her? He couldn’t. He felt sick. She was gone. Dead. A mere two nights after the wedding. They promised forever, how could it be over already? He needed her. He didn’t know how he was going to live without her. He couldn’t. If her life was over, his should be too.
krystell
my mlove blaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa romeo was a fool. if thou wilst marry, marry a fool, for wise men know well enough what you make of them. hamlet. oh shakespeare you dog.
jf
Oh my this book. I just saw Toni Morrison on oprah. She is so legit omg. I loved the books confusing and just plain wild syntax
T
My puppy Honey. She’s soooooo cute, and very loving. She stalks me everywhere, and then pretends she wasn’t. I love her to pieces.
Wolf
childhood dreams
love is gone
christmas morning disapointments
what’s wrong with you
you were once sweet
now you are nothing
why can’t you be
what i want you to be
all i see
is what disapoints me
Emily Lane
Love. That was a word very unfamiliar to him. It was an unacceptable emotion, he thought. Nothing to gain from it. It was frivolous. Impulsive. Nothing that should be accepted.
Never did he realize he was wrong until one almost normal day.
She brought light to his darkness.
And he realized if one was to be his beloved he wished for it to be her.
THe word that dosen’t exist! The sad saying! The B word! My momma! TO be loved!HAHAHA
I love you!
laria
This was the password of someone I used to work with. Every time I had to get onto her computer, the box would pop up for me to type in the password and every time I smiled as I typed out b e l o v e d. I always felt like I was breaking in however, she never actually gave me this password, it was just commom knowledge around the office. I should thank her for making it easy on all of us, mine was thhryr667.
Liz
to feel loved by someone, gives the feeling of warmth within you a chance to blossom from a bud into a true flower. it creates a smile, a laugh, a hug, and love.
leila
How it had happened, nobody knew. Why it was happening this way, even fewer. The fifty foot long coffin didn’t help, and the color! The color. More questions than possible answers, and a guarded smile on the undertakers face hinted at hidden depths that only the book would answer.
harles watched as his belvoed Sydney died. Riht in front of his eyes she jumped off the hospitial roof. She was crazy but, he loved him. The moment he saw her jump was the moment he wanted to follow her tot eh afterlife.
Holly
Clarisse, my beloved daughter. Her father broke up with me right after I gave birth to her, so I had to fend for her myself. I worked day and night to help her with her education, and all the other things that she needs. She will never leave my sight. I will always take care of her.
I’ve already lost my husband, I can’t lose her.
It was her first day at her school when something drastic happened. Something that changed my whole life; and hers.
*Truly fictional.
funny this word showed up.
beloved,
you are my beloved.
that sounds so strange.
i don’t know why it just does.
and i dont even know if its true.
probably not.
who believes in love anymore?
especially us.
we have seen to much heartbreak.
we are in too many pieces.
i don’t know if i can be put completely back together.
do we actually have something
or are we just too lonely
to care.
The sky touching the shore line, gently sweeping across everything that is held so close to me.
My friends that are always near. The cat that sits on my porch. My family. The light dancing on the sea.
A
beloved is those that give it alll. beloved is the the one that loves us all. so be beloved or be gone… because without love you are gone… love love love that is all we have.
Susana
Zafir stroked his beloved ring and pointed with his long, thin nose towards the doorway. “Let in the beast,” he said haughtily. “He cannot harm me while I wear the ancient jewelry.”
His wife, who knew better of such things, opened the door anyways, for she was sick of his nagging. It’d be nice to have some quiet for once.
The word beloved brings one person to mind – my mother. My beloved mother was a special human being. She was loving, and fun, and funny, and the most up-beat individual I have ever known. My life has had a huge whole in it ever since she passed away not even a year ago. I love you mom, and miss you more with each passing day.
oh my darling, my daughter i have seen all of you and i love you that is why i came that is why you were saved. come away my beloved, recognize how cherished you are. loved and crown of all creation.
me
loved
be
husband
wife
lover
pain
hurt
you
death
miss
cat
dog
sister
brother
song
piano
waiting
suffering
loss
heart
loving
lover
want
need
eyes
lips
kiss
amanda romano
His beloved bride was slipping away in front of his eyes. Holding her hand, he spoke sweetly and softly, into her ears. He knew he didn’t have long; tears filled his eyes, and he kissed her beautiful lips. Taking her last breath, she thanked him for being her loyal and faithful husband for the fifty-six years they had been together. There was an eerie silence that filled the halls of the hospital on the night that Ms. Abigail Swanson died.
I really like this guy named Joseph and I truly believe he’s the one. I could see myself living with him for the rest of my life. He’s so sweet and cute and an amazing person. I can see myself at my wedding with him across from me, holding my hands and looking into my eyes and just saying, “
KaleyLyn
I am not yours, not lost in you, although I long to be. Lost as a candle lit at noon. Lost as a snowflake in the sea. You love me! I find you still a spirit, beautiful and bright. A spirit beautiful and bright. I am… (Sarah Teasdale)
Beloved is such a funny word. To be loved by your beloved would be just a bit more intriguing, I believe. But what am I to say? It’s just a word, another word to write about. I want to be loved, just a bit, sometimes. Makes life interesting. That’s all.
my grandmother. she was beloved by many people. she taught many people so many wonderful things. she knew exactly how to show everyone what love was and gave the perfect advice. i remember her. and i always will. she’ll never leave my mind. she is beloved by many people. sara kempski. she is perfect.
Carly
I don’t have words for this. Today I want to be with someone who makes me happy. Not because of his perfect sincere smile or the gentle beauty when he unleashes his voice… because he makes me happy. My beloved, tonight I understand what love is. Tonight I feel a warm glow deep within my heart. The spark of some new understanding to carry me warm and safe through the evening sky.
Lili
this is the meaning of a person that has someone that loves them. is it possible to be someones beloved i dont know what ithe true definition is but hopefully i can be someones beloved one day. will i make it to that day the way i am going right now i dont know its hard to say…i want to make it to an old age but will that happen? my fate rests in the hands of people and also a entity i cannot see but i am supposed to have major faith in and which i think i do but do i really have what it takes to be in love with this entity
seraia
You’re my beloved, you’re my bride. To sing over you is my delight. Come away with me my child.
You’re beautiful to me.
Cast all your cares down at my feet. Come and find your rest in me.
I’ll breathe my life inside of you, I’ll bare you up on eagles wings.
My boyfriend Sean is in the Army. I want to get married to him and live with him for the rest of my life. But it seems like every step i take towards him is a step I take away from my family. I hate feeling like that, but I love him. I just hope that my love is enough to get us through this deployment… God help us.
Kate W
Dearly beloved, immortal beloved… it’s amazing how much pop-culture I have associated with this word in my brain. I’m seeing Beethoven and Prince as the wedding band for every cheesy matrimony scene stored in my cluttered little mind.
I am His.
His sacrifice. His love.
I hear Him whisper to me.
I am his beloved.
And He is mine.
He was beloved by more than his wife. Scandal! Scandal! Scandal! Poor child which parent will you choose. A divorce is inevitable… Or is it?
family and rehana. though she is not a family yet and never is gonna be……that is just pure luck. i though wish she was, or will…
Beloved. To be loved. Be loved. Not to love. Be loved. That is how the word was created. That is interesting. So why was he not beloved, just beloving? Is beloving even a word? It darn well should be. It should. Shouldn’t it? Maybe not. Maybe beloving would not be applauded by my peering peers. Beloved diary. Don’t make me a fool.
Your eyes light up,
I smile.
You smile,
I laugh.
You laugh
I love.
“My beloved hath returned!” I cried.
“Too dramatic,” he chuckled. “Make sure to keep it somewhat natural.”
I smiled nervously. “I know, I know. I’m trying.”
My beloved is a terrifying thing. The smooth metal, which always feels cool to the touch. The square, rough corners, which contrast nicely. The weight in my hand.
to love, to be loved. to live. How can you live without love. A life without love, is no life at all. to be true to one’s heart. to feel. be loved. love.
She was his beloved bride. She was his everything. How was he supposed to live without her? He couldn’t. He felt sick. She was gone. Dead. A mere two nights after the wedding. They promised forever, how could it be over already? He needed her. He didn’t know how he was going to live without her. He couldn’t. If her life was over, his should be too.
my mlove blaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa romeo was a fool. if thou wilst marry, marry a fool, for wise men know well enough what you make of them. hamlet. oh shakespeare you dog.
Oh my this book. I just saw Toni Morrison on oprah. She is so legit omg. I loved the books confusing and just plain wild syntax
My puppy Honey. She’s soooooo cute, and very loving. She stalks me everywhere, and then pretends she wasn’t. I love her to pieces.
childhood dreams
love is gone
christmas morning disapointments
what’s wrong with you
you were once sweet
now you are nothing
why can’t you be
what i want you to be
all i see
is what disapoints me
Love. That was a word very unfamiliar to him. It was an unacceptable emotion, he thought. Nothing to gain from it. It was frivolous. Impulsive. Nothing that should be accepted.
Never did he realize he was wrong until one almost normal day.
She brought light to his darkness.
And he realized if one was to be his beloved he wished for it to be her.
THe word that dosen’t exist! The sad saying! The B word! My momma! TO be loved!HAHAHA
I love you!
This was the password of someone I used to work with. Every time I had to get onto her computer, the box would pop up for me to type in the password and every time I smiled as I typed out b e l o v e d. I always felt like I was breaking in however, she never actually gave me this password, it was just commom knowledge around the office. I should thank her for making it easy on all of us, mine was thhryr667.
to feel loved by someone, gives the feeling of warmth within you a chance to blossom from a bud into a true flower. it creates a smile, a laugh, a hug, and love.
How it had happened, nobody knew. Why it was happening this way, even fewer. The fifty foot long coffin didn’t help, and the color! The color. More questions than possible answers, and a guarded smile on the undertakers face hinted at hidden depths that only the book would answer.
harles watched as his belvoed Sydney died. Riht in front of his eyes she jumped off the hospitial roof. She was crazy but, he loved him. The moment he saw her jump was the moment he wanted to follow her tot eh afterlife.
Clarisse, my beloved daughter. Her father broke up with me right after I gave birth to her, so I had to fend for her myself. I worked day and night to help her with her education, and all the other things that she needs. She will never leave my sight. I will always take care of her.
I’ve already lost my husband, I can’t lose her.
It was her first day at her school when something drastic happened. Something that changed my whole life; and hers.
*Truly fictional.
Be Love
funny this word showed up.
beloved,
you are my beloved.
that sounds so strange.
i don’t know why it just does.
and i dont even know if its true.
probably not.
who believes in love anymore?
especially us.
we have seen to much heartbreak.
we are in too many pieces.
i don’t know if i can be put completely back together.
do we actually have something
or are we just too lonely
to care.
The sky touching the shore line, gently sweeping across everything that is held so close to me.
My friends that are always near. The cat that sits on my porch. My family. The light dancing on the sea.
beloved is those that give it alll. beloved is the the one that loves us all. so be beloved or be gone… because without love you are gone… love love love that is all we have.
Zafir stroked his beloved ring and pointed with his long, thin nose towards the doorway. “Let in the beast,” he said haughtily. “He cannot harm me while I wear the ancient jewelry.”
His wife, who knew better of such things, opened the door anyways, for she was sick of his nagging. It’d be nice to have some quiet for once.
The word beloved brings one person to mind – my mother. My beloved mother was a special human being. She was loving, and fun, and funny, and the most up-beat individual I have ever known. My life has had a huge whole in it ever since she passed away not even a year ago. I love you mom, and miss you more with each passing day.
oh my darling, my daughter i have seen all of you and i love you that is why i came that is why you were saved. come away my beloved, recognize how cherished you are. loved and crown of all creation.
loved
be
husband
wife
lover
pain
hurt
you
death
miss
cat
dog
sister
brother
song
piano
waiting
suffering
loss
heart
loving
lover
want
need
eyes
lips
kiss
His beloved bride was slipping away in front of his eyes. Holding her hand, he spoke sweetly and softly, into her ears. He knew he didn’t have long; tears filled his eyes, and he kissed her beautiful lips. Taking her last breath, she thanked him for being her loyal and faithful husband for the fifty-six years they had been together. There was an eerie silence that filled the halls of the hospital on the night that Ms. Abigail Swanson died.
I really like this guy named Joseph and I truly believe he’s the one. I could see myself living with him for the rest of my life. He’s so sweet and cute and an amazing person. I can see myself at my wedding with him across from me, holding my hands and looking into my eyes and just saying, “
I am not yours, not lost in you, although I long to be. Lost as a candle lit at noon. Lost as a snowflake in the sea. You love me! I find you still a spirit, beautiful and bright. A spirit beautiful and bright. I am… (Sarah Teasdale)
a peek into my heart to describe something with hate, something without contempt. a smile, a familiar place, a blanket in the cold…
Beloved is such a funny word. To be loved by your beloved would be just a bit more intriguing, I believe. But what am I to say? It’s just a word, another word to write about. I want to be loved, just a bit, sometimes. Makes life interesting. That’s all.
my grandmother. she was beloved by many people. she taught many people so many wonderful things. she knew exactly how to show everyone what love was and gave the perfect advice. i remember her. and i always will. she’ll never leave my mind. she is beloved by many people. sara kempski. she is perfect.
I don’t have words for this. Today I want to be with someone who makes me happy. Not because of his perfect sincere smile or the gentle beauty when he unleashes his voice… because he makes me happy. My beloved, tonight I understand what love is. Tonight I feel a warm glow deep within my heart. The spark of some new understanding to carry me warm and safe through the evening sky.
this is the meaning of a person that has someone that loves them. is it possible to be someones beloved i dont know what ithe true definition is but hopefully i can be someones beloved one day. will i make it to that day the way i am going right now i dont know its hard to say…i want to make it to an old age but will that happen? my fate rests in the hands of people and also a entity i cannot see but i am supposed to have major faith in and which i think i do but do i really have what it takes to be in love with this entity
You’re my beloved, you’re my bride. To sing over you is my delight. Come away with me my child.
You’re beautiful to me.
Cast all your cares down at my feet. Come and find your rest in me.
I’ll breathe my life inside of you, I’ll bare you up on eagles wings.
My boyfriend Sean is in the Army. I want to get married to him and live with him for the rest of my life. But it seems like every step i take towards him is a step I take away from my family. I hate feeling like that, but I love him. I just hope that my love is enough to get us through this deployment… God help us.
Dearly beloved, immortal beloved… it’s amazing how much pop-culture I have associated with this word in my brain. I’m seeing Beethoven and Prince as the wedding band for every cheesy matrimony scene stored in my cluttered little mind.
Beloved, beloved. I love you, yet you don’t know it. Pathetic persuasion. Love… no reason, no logic.