Be gentle with me! I may seem like I can take a hit or two with this smile pasted on my face, but I’m more fragile than you think. Be gentle with me! I’ve had a rough time this year and only want to be as happy as can be. Be gentle with me! I want to be happy with someone else and I want them to be happy with me. I am skeptical and cynical and a little too cautious. Be gentle with me!
He was so gentle with her it made her want to cry. He caried her to the bedroom like she was a brakable china doll. He set her on the bed and he said to her the three words she’d always wanted to hear. “Hey, lets fuck.”
martha
snowflakes, lovers, babies, ashes, and your soul.
kim
She was gentle, the first day. The next day, she became wild and unfettered. She remained this way the rest of the week
antonio
cats and dogs with little children. my mom all of the time with everything she has. grandparents with new born babies. rabbits and other soft things. how you treat an injured person. eggs need to be handled this way as well.
peter
She felt him touch her skin and knew he was the one. It was more than just a crush. He was gentle. His fingers caressed her and told her he would never leave her. He loved her. She knew that now. How could she be sure? It was all in his touch. Nothing could take that away from the meaning. He loved her, and that was all that mattered now.
Melissa Bikichky
couldn’t you be anymore gentle? couldn’t you give me anymore love? anymore time? anymmore comfort? couldn’t give me anything? i’m frail. i’m failing. i’m falling. and i can’t feel you there. you’re not gentle. you’re not kind. and maybe i’m losing my mind. or maybe you never were.
indy
i thought he was gentle. i guess i thought wrong. ugh every thought is about him. how annoying. there are other gentle things in this world. like mothers. mothers are gentle. my mother can be gentle. on occasion. im not gentle. i kinda wish i were. not really. i like being rough.
Ann Frida Jones
His hand felt gentle in mine. He was only five, and he smiled up at me as we walked down the road in the dusk of evening. It was a moment I’ll always remember; something from a photograph. The happiness of youth in his hand, gentle in mine.
Lindsey
soft, nice to hold, careful, sophisticated, touch, calm
Kristyn
i don’t know why
i trust you like this,
or how i can sit here,
as you hold my soul
so gently between your cupped hands.
i am trembling only very slightly
as you turn it over in your palms a few times-
i wonder if you like what you see-
you smile at me,
at my crazy, messy soul
and hand it back;
and then, you give me yours
to sift through
to hold
to keep safe,
for a little while.
salt
He looked at her, holding her image gently in his mind. He could hardly believe that one of his life dreams had come true; she was actually his. He didn’t care that he had to kill so many people for it to happen, he just wanted her, because she was worth his life, and everything else that made him a man.
Jagyl
The touch that feels best to wake up to in the morning.
Ann
My face is not gentle because it has acne and stuff on it. However, other people’s faces that are of my age are. I am stupid, apparently.
John
the baby was sweet and it’s blanket was warm against it’s cheek. it’s gentle cheek. it’s thumb was in it’s mouth, oh how cliche, right, but it wasn’t. it looked like hope because it was hope. hope for the future and hope for childishness and hope for just putting our thumbs in our mouths.
kalena
Gentle touch on my arm, a stranger but such tender hands. Why? Haven’t felt a touch like that in years, so kind and soft. Who are you? And then, separated by the crowd, pushed, pulled away. Where are you now? Gone forever. I think I love you. Please come back to me.
Nikki
Sherrly started to look down slowly. Her eyes started to look glazed over as she clutched her fists. “Why would he leave?” she exclaimed in nieve confusion.
Diddy
The warm breeze was blowing through her hair so gently, and the sun caught the golden light falling across her face so much so that she looked
priscilla
I love to be gentle. It is something that everyone appreciates. I don’t see why anyone would not understand the benefits of acting out gentleness. Maybe all of us will begin to be more gentle as the world changes and leans more towards peace.
josh
It’s a gentleness perched on the tip of your tongue, ready to spring into the world.
No one knows it as well as you do, but that’s only what you think. You think you know the meaning of “gentle.” But in truth, the meaning differs, changes, alters — and it all depends on the “who” of it all.
Gentleness is just as abstract to you as it is to everyone else.
Nyx
Many things are gentle to me. Seeing someone finish crying after being in pain is gentle. And so is a feather. The nuances of a person’s body language is gentle, whether repressed, or expressive, is gentle. But what’s absolute is that texture is polar. Without hardness, and harship, there would be no gentle, or gentleness.
Fatima Sissoko
There is gentility, and then there are those with pretensions to it. Obviously, nobody can be completely classy.
Rebecca
The old man had soft features, illuminated by the light that seemed so radiant when contrasted against the dark walls of the bar. He seemed as if he had all knowledge inside those piercing black eyes. The old man’s hands were soft and gentle, reminding me of a childs.
Oli
breeze, calming the angry scene at the wedding
dawn
“nahzi,” we told my baby cousin in Farsi as he grabbed at our hair. “Gentle.” we had him stroke our faces softly so he knew what we meant. Now he is twelve and tall, the sweetest person around.
l-dizzy
nOT ME, iM NOT GENTLE. r U TRYING TO TRICK ME! u SUCK SHIT HEAD!
MORGAN
been gentle and not been yourself… just a piece of what the want to make from you… nothing like yourself is going to be this rest of nothing that you are… life as hard as that… as hard as that…
blackpap
SOFT AS YOUR HAND WAS- YOU WERE NOT GENTLE WITH MY HEART. YOU LEFT ME SHATTERED. I AM LEFT TO PICK UP THE PIECES GENTLY.
Moors in the Coast
the mother of all things, earth, supports all known life. with the warm soothing hands, trees and shrubs and the all-adored flowers, will nurse all those sick back to health. it will eternally be gentle to all of those who aid in it’s duration.
mack
they were walking along in a gentle rain. it started out as just a tapping on the windowsill. then it turned into knocking, then pounding against the foundation of the house, shaking with all its might. thunder boomed throughout the city and lighting illuminated the faces of the terrified children. but it always drifts back to that gentle rain, tap-tap-tapping so quietly until the sun comes out to wipe away all evidence.
Ida L. Oveyew
can’t write what I’d like to, parents are in the room. ;)
k
as the cat cuddled up to me, I realized that she did care about me, it wasn’t just because I would feed her. Sometimes she just likes to be alone, just like the rest of us. Other times, she just wants affection… isn’t that how we all are?
hooray for cats!
michelle
wood on a beach, carefully pushed back and forth by the sea, smoothing its edges and allowint it to be carved by the sand. it rolls to the beach and joins all the other pieces to be forgotten forever there miles and miles away.
meg
my mom. her energy Is constant but gentle. it is one of living’s most importsnt feelings- gentleness. We all need it from time to time.
brad
when he touches me….it’s very gentle.
Can you feel love through touch??
I swear I can.
I’ve never felt this way with anyone else
black
Touch me sleek like a breeze or like a feather lightly to my skin. Oh, there’s the smoothness that you exude that I cannot match with my profound experience and theory. Teach me that, make me feel that, and i would be enlightened, grateful, gratified, satisfied, elated and orgasmic. Gentle tonight.
adrian
His hands were gentle in mine, holding my hands delicately, like they were some priceless treasure. I looked up at him and smiled and said, “Daddy, don’t cry.”
He just smiled at me, tears in his eyes and replied, “I always knew I’d give you away.”
Later, when I walked down the aisle, my husband to be took my hand with the same gentle grip, but I knew it wasn’t the same. But I wouldn’t be sad – I was still my father’s daughter.
Caitlyn
petals and candle flames. we speak in silences and muted syllables. your touch is soft and intimate. i glance and smile
sayak
Gentle is a kind of word that can mean a lot of things. You can be gentle with your emotiosn of gentle with teh people you know. Beign gentle is one of the best traits one can ppossess. I heart being gentle. If the world was gentle thingk of all the problems that would be solved. No agression, no anger, no nothing. Just perfection. A perfect gentle society. But maybe this wouldnt be so perfect. Something sit isas;flskjf
Be gentle with me! I may seem like I can take a hit or two with this smile pasted on my face, but I’m more fragile than you think. Be gentle with me! I’ve had a rough time this year and only want to be as happy as can be. Be gentle with me! I want to be happy with someone else and I want them to be happy with me. I am skeptical and cynical and a little too cautious. Be gentle with me!
soft tender placid kittins baby chicks pussy fethers babbling brooks streams pillows eggs
He was so gentle with her it made her want to cry. He caried her to the bedroom like she was a brakable china doll. He set her on the bed and he said to her the three words she’d always wanted to hear. “Hey, lets fuck.”
snowflakes, lovers, babies, ashes, and your soul.
She was gentle, the first day. The next day, she became wild and unfettered. She remained this way the rest of the week
cats and dogs with little children. my mom all of the time with everything she has. grandparents with new born babies. rabbits and other soft things. how you treat an injured person. eggs need to be handled this way as well.
She felt him touch her skin and knew he was the one. It was more than just a crush. He was gentle. His fingers caressed her and told her he would never leave her. He loved her. She knew that now. How could she be sure? It was all in his touch. Nothing could take that away from the meaning. He loved her, and that was all that mattered now.
couldn’t you be anymore gentle? couldn’t you give me anymore love? anymore time? anymmore comfort? couldn’t give me anything? i’m frail. i’m failing. i’m falling. and i can’t feel you there. you’re not gentle. you’re not kind. and maybe i’m losing my mind. or maybe you never were.
i thought he was gentle. i guess i thought wrong. ugh every thought is about him. how annoying. there are other gentle things in this world. like mothers. mothers are gentle. my mother can be gentle. on occasion. im not gentle. i kinda wish i were. not really. i like being rough.
His hand felt gentle in mine. He was only five, and he smiled up at me as we walked down the road in the dusk of evening. It was a moment I’ll always remember; something from a photograph. The happiness of youth in his hand, gentle in mine.
soft, nice to hold, careful, sophisticated, touch, calm
i don’t know why
i trust you like this,
or how i can sit here,
as you hold my soul
so gently between your cupped hands.
i am trembling only very slightly
as you turn it over in your palms a few times-
i wonder if you like what you see-
you smile at me,
at my crazy, messy soul
and hand it back;
and then, you give me yours
to sift through
to hold
to keep safe,
for a little while.
He looked at her, holding her image gently in his mind. He could hardly believe that one of his life dreams had come true; she was actually his. He didn’t care that he had to kill so many people for it to happen, he just wanted her, because she was worth his life, and everything else that made him a man.
The touch that feels best to wake up to in the morning.
My face is not gentle because it has acne and stuff on it. However, other people’s faces that are of my age are. I am stupid, apparently.
the baby was sweet and it’s blanket was warm against it’s cheek. it’s gentle cheek. it’s thumb was in it’s mouth, oh how cliche, right, but it wasn’t. it looked like hope because it was hope. hope for the future and hope for childishness and hope for just putting our thumbs in our mouths.
Gentle touch on my arm, a stranger but such tender hands. Why? Haven’t felt a touch like that in years, so kind and soft. Who are you? And then, separated by the crowd, pushed, pulled away. Where are you now? Gone forever. I think I love you. Please come back to me.
Sherrly started to look down slowly. Her eyes started to look glazed over as she clutched her fists. “Why would he leave?” she exclaimed in nieve confusion.
The warm breeze was blowing through her hair so gently, and the sun caught the golden light falling across her face so much so that she looked
I love to be gentle. It is something that everyone appreciates. I don’t see why anyone would not understand the benefits of acting out gentleness. Maybe all of us will begin to be more gentle as the world changes and leans more towards peace.
It’s a gentleness perched on the tip of your tongue, ready to spring into the world.
No one knows it as well as you do, but that’s only what you think. You think you know the meaning of “gentle.” But in truth, the meaning differs, changes, alters — and it all depends on the “who” of it all.
Gentleness is just as abstract to you as it is to everyone else.
Many things are gentle to me. Seeing someone finish crying after being in pain is gentle. And so is a feather. The nuances of a person’s body language is gentle, whether repressed, or expressive, is gentle. But what’s absolute is that texture is polar. Without hardness, and harship, there would be no gentle, or gentleness.
There is gentility, and then there are those with pretensions to it. Obviously, nobody can be completely classy.
The old man had soft features, illuminated by the light that seemed so radiant when contrasted against the dark walls of the bar. He seemed as if he had all knowledge inside those piercing black eyes. The old man’s hands were soft and gentle, reminding me of a childs.
breeze, calming the angry scene at the wedding
“nahzi,” we told my baby cousin in Farsi as he grabbed at our hair. “Gentle.” we had him stroke our faces softly so he knew what we meant. Now he is twelve and tall, the sweetest person around.
nOT ME, iM NOT GENTLE. r U TRYING TO TRICK ME! u SUCK SHIT HEAD!
been gentle and not been yourself… just a piece of what the want to make from you… nothing like yourself is going to be this rest of nothing that you are… life as hard as that… as hard as that…
SOFT AS YOUR HAND WAS- YOU WERE NOT GENTLE WITH MY HEART. YOU LEFT ME SHATTERED. I AM LEFT TO PICK UP THE PIECES GENTLY.
the mother of all things, earth, supports all known life. with the warm soothing hands, trees and shrubs and the all-adored flowers, will nurse all those sick back to health. it will eternally be gentle to all of those who aid in it’s duration.
they were walking along in a gentle rain. it started out as just a tapping on the windowsill. then it turned into knocking, then pounding against the foundation of the house, shaking with all its might. thunder boomed throughout the city and lighting illuminated the faces of the terrified children. but it always drifts back to that gentle rain, tap-tap-tapping so quietly until the sun comes out to wipe away all evidence.
can’t write what I’d like to, parents are in the room. ;)
as the cat cuddled up to me, I realized that she did care about me, it wasn’t just because I would feed her. Sometimes she just likes to be alone, just like the rest of us. Other times, she just wants affection… isn’t that how we all are?
hooray for cats!
wood on a beach, carefully pushed back and forth by the sea, smoothing its edges and allowint it to be carved by the sand. it rolls to the beach and joins all the other pieces to be forgotten forever there miles and miles away.
my mom. her energy Is constant but gentle. it is one of living’s most importsnt feelings- gentleness. We all need it from time to time.
when he touches me….it’s very gentle.
Can you feel love through touch??
I swear I can.
I’ve never felt this way with anyone else
Touch me sleek like a breeze or like a feather lightly to my skin. Oh, there’s the smoothness that you exude that I cannot match with my profound experience and theory. Teach me that, make me feel that, and i would be enlightened, grateful, gratified, satisfied, elated and orgasmic. Gentle tonight.
His hands were gentle in mine, holding my hands delicately, like they were some priceless treasure. I looked up at him and smiled and said, “Daddy, don’t cry.”
He just smiled at me, tears in his eyes and replied, “I always knew I’d give you away.”
Later, when I walked down the aisle, my husband to be took my hand with the same gentle grip, but I knew it wasn’t the same. But I wouldn’t be sad – I was still my father’s daughter.
petals and candle flames. we speak in silences and muted syllables. your touch is soft and intimate. i glance and smile
Gentle is a kind of word that can mean a lot of things. You can be gentle with your emotiosn of gentle with teh people you know. Beign gentle is one of the best traits one can ppossess. I heart being gentle. If the world was gentle thingk of all the problems that would be solved. No agression, no anger, no nothing. Just perfection. A perfect gentle society. But maybe this wouldnt be so perfect. Something sit isas;flskjf