He pounded on the bars of the cell again, as the guard walked away from him. “NO!” He shouted. “You can’t leave me in here! Please, I did nothing wrong!” He screamed desperately. His words fell on deaf ears as the door slammed shut. Silence fell upon the hall, and he was completely alone. His hands gripped the bars tightly, the cold metal biting into his skin. No.
NAK wrote: “I turned to God for the recipe, he said ‘Guard your hearts because lately it’s been affecting me.’ And so I love you and forgive you though you don’t feel the same.”
Things will never be the same. Each day feels more and more dangerous. The meds grow effectiveness degenerately while the sun sets much faster than it should. Though it no longer matters, for as long as I am happy, I may find my own sunshine, and make my own medicine. Maybe that is all I need that I cannot provide for myself, light. The only person I will ever need is the one that will shed me light.
Something that always seems to be up. Whether I’m so open I’m closed, or I’m hostile, or so pleasant mention of something being wrong beneath the surface is unthinkable. And, letting down that guard I worked so diligently to build, it has been, and is, a long, enlightening, battle; and a road I walk most often alone.
He was my guardian. I loved him, and now he was gone. He tried to take care of me the best he could. He loved me, he protected me, and he guarded me from the outside world. Just like that he was gone. This lonliness over took me for days on end I tried to escape, but everything reminded me off the man I will never see again. I can’t say his name still. My father… is gone, and I will never see him again. I can not believe this. I hope still that I will see him in the street that a man will turn around and smile at me and it will be him, but it’s not. The day I give up hope is the day that I accept that I have lost my father.
brick
i guard my heart. my feelings. my words. my life is guarded by one who walks on water. i tiptoe on thin ice-hoarding my feelings and thoughts. but when the ice melts, my guards, my walls: come down. like rain, they submerge everything; a melody sweeps across all of the surface. I guard it all, behind a dam, until I am freed
and my guard falls.
beautyinthestars
She let her guard down the moment he walked in. It wasn’t love at first sight, but more of an infatuation where she wanted him to break down the walls. In the end she knew she would walk away from him, but for now she order two scotch on the rocks and walked over.
Stultus
“Stand guard. I’ll go in through the window.”
But she couldn’t fit. Her shoulders were too wide. She lifted herself up from the opened frame and stretched, sighing in exasperation.
“Okay, then. I’ll stand guard, and you go in through the window.”
“Are you kidding me? I’m bigger than you.”
“Okay, maybe you’re rounder…but you’re more pliable!”
“You’re saying I’m squishy?”
“Yes, I’m saying you’re squishy! I’m not! Help me out, will you?”
Belinda Roddie
Stand guard, for those who are watching, weather good or bad.
Stand guard, for some may be following your example, weather good or bad.
Stand guard, for who knows the consiquences of your actions, until they are done with?
Stand guard.
Just Stand guard.
For others and yourself.
Weather good, or perhaps, bad.
The castle was built with huge gray stones and covered with vines. As I approached the entrance, I saw an old bearded guard walking slowly back and forth.
to be on guard all your life preparing for the wars to come and know that everything you do will never guard enough for all the hatred in the world. prepare your love’s for what’s to come and know that you are loved. so well for every one to know…
Angie
The word guard means to protect or help something. For example, “I will guard this bridge to prevent the enemy from crossing.”. Guard is an English word and variants can be found in various European languages.
Brett
A guard at the gate awaiting the queen to take her to her chariot to tea and crumpets, is that how you spell crumpets? Oh well, the guard is guarding. Shit. That is all. Go Queen.
Molly
i keep my feelings on guard. there’s a little man outside the safe that locks into place right where my right ventricle must be, the one that must lead its way up to the recesses of my brain where the logic is. i like to think that little man, balding and nervous biting his nails against the possible jailbreakers on the loose is sitting with his head newly shined right at that entrance where my right ventricle leads away from that ring finger that hangs loose at my sides and tries to lead those jailbreakers away from my shaking heart and to the brain instead where my thoughts can race fast enough to confuse them away from opening up that safe.
I always wonder which it’s best to be- Perpetually on guard? Waiting for life to screw you? Expecting that someone to break your trust? Is that safer? Isn’t it true that I might admire someone more if they gave in, and trusted; let down their guard and just- believed? I think I’m going to go back to the old me- or try. Not be so guarded. Risky? Yes. But authentic.
Jenn Foster
“Woah! What’s going on!” I said over the screaming fans. “Listen get behind me and I want you to run back as fast as you can. Do you hear me?”
Nickela.Winfield
I watch my son sleep, another day over, another day older. Standing guard against bad dreams.
tonykeyesjapan
Love is ready to spread his wings around you,
To guard and to protect.
And yet, his wings are made of swords,
Ready to pierce and hurt.
And yet you cling tighter,
Because you know it’s worth it in the end.
Jason pulled the boy behind him, guarding him from Bruce’s view.
“Don’t you dare touch my brother,” he growled menacingly. Tim whimpered.
“Jason, I’m not trying to hurt either of you. I just want to help.”
“Yeah, well you’re no help to either of us. So leave.”
“Jason-”
“Haven’t you done enough already?”
Bruce’s face became hard and stoic, and without another word, he turned, the soft swish of the cape the only sound as he leapt from the window and off into the night.
i keep my guard up because they don’t know i’m bisexual. I say no when they ask if im gay.. because im not. but i do love girls…and guys. and thats okay. im not ashamed of it. i need time before i can come out.
mercury retrograde guards us from making haste decisions.
octq
The fences. There are so many, covering the whole of this dirty, disgusting field. The sometimes move in the bitter wind but if you’re lucky you might see them glow. I saw them, just once. I’ve tried so many times since, my friends have told me they saw it, but I never believe a thing they say.
charlotte
guard it not with your life
but with your imagines
for what needs to be guarded
is in my mind
it is my mind
MS
The guard had a mean look in his eyes, stiff shoulders too. I could feel him peering into my soul, he knew I wasn’t supposed to be here. I was hoping he would find some sympathy in my situation and give me a break. I really wasn’t trying to do any harm, I thought my little stunt would be funny.
The guard was a stone statue. Over a hundred feet tall, with a marble sword in one hand and a perfectly round shield in the other. The guard identical to him was set on the other side of the gate, their eyes both staring straight ahead. Past the gate between them was a beautiful castle that they would forever protect; even through it’s downfall.
Keep your guard up, or let it down. You be the judge of what is best for you. If you want your feelings to be out in the open, then do that. If you want to keep everything built up inside, then that is also okay. Sometimes we are not ready to expose our deeper feelings and we need to be content with that. Sometimes it is easier to write it down than say it all out loud for fear of being hurt—at least that is the approach I take.
T
He stood in the guard position, his hands firmly grasping the baton, his gaze straightforward and stern. She watched him from the bush, wondering if he’d ever let up. He stayed that way, hardly ever moving, for hours now. She supposed it was the training that did it, but she still felt surprise. He had never been the kind to stay still.
jasmin
He walked past the man, as he always had. The man looked straight ahead, as he always had.
He was always there, every day, same time, same place.
I sat guard at the early morning. The fog was beginning to settle into the valley. i wasn’t sure this was supposed to be this way this morning.
Julie D
Im the type of person that always keeps my guard up. Never letting anyone in to see who i truely am. Im always scared that if i let my guard down, people wont accept the real me.
Eliza
he took a bullet
In the chest, it rested
Between the lung and spleen
Serene among the arteries and blood stream
Until the shrapnel split
And took it over
The top
She never lets anyone in. Locked tight and secure. Constantly poised waiting to spring into action. Ready to make a quick escape and flee the scene. If anyone touches her hardened armor and makes a grab for her bow, she’s ready.Her judgment is never clouded. Rational thinking is the only thing allowed. She never lets her guard down.
mel towne
Normally i am always on my guard. That was until I met him. Everything about me changed, I wanted what I was normally scared of. And here’s the kicker. He was on his guard, but he wanted me too. It’s funny how life likes to tease you.
The guard was staring at me, wondering who I was. He had never seen me around here, in this lonely, almost ghostly town, and stared right at me. He looked like never seen anyone around here in a few days, let alone a woman.
Rakhee Neebar
Guard, I’m giving you this; please take care of it. Love, be careful.
He pounded on the bars of the cell again, as the guard walked away from him. “NO!” He shouted. “You can’t leave me in here! Please, I did nothing wrong!” He screamed desperately. His words fell on deaf ears as the door slammed shut. Silence fell upon the hall, and he was completely alone. His hands gripped the bars tightly, the cold metal biting into his skin. No.
i say i don’t feel beautiful anymore.
i’ve forgotten how, the more i grow
out of this skin.
(i shed it at night
when no one’s looking.)
i draw your face in
circles
circles
bright eyes;
people think i am in love with you.
i say i don’t feel beautiful anymore
and i know you
and i know your kindliness
and i know you will say:
look in the mirror, you are so lovely.
but my mirror hasn’t been washed for
years. i stare at a
bleary dripping face
and i think: you are a liar.
liar liar liar. i am cruel. who is the liar.
the truth is i am in love
with the way you are in love with me.
NAK wrote: “I turned to God for the recipe, he said ‘Guard your hearts because lately it’s been affecting me.’ And so I love you and forgive you though you don’t feel the same.”
Things will never be the same. Each day feels more and more dangerous. The meds grow effectiveness degenerately while the sun sets much faster than it should. Though it no longer matters, for as long as I am happy, I may find my own sunshine, and make my own medicine. Maybe that is all I need that I cannot provide for myself, light. The only person I will ever need is the one that will shed me light.
Something that always seems to be up. Whether I’m so open I’m closed, or I’m hostile, or so pleasant mention of something being wrong beneath the surface is unthinkable. And, letting down that guard I worked so diligently to build, it has been, and is, a long, enlightening, battle; and a road I walk most often alone.
i say i don’t feel beautiful anymore.
i’ve forgotten how,
the more i grow
out of this skin.
(i shed it at night
when no one’s looking.)
i draw your face in
circles
circles
bright eyes;
people think i am in love with you.
i say i don’t feel beautiful anymore
and i know you
and i know your kindliness
and i know you will say:
look in the mirror, you are so lovely.
but my mirror hasn’t been washed for
years. i stare at a
bleary dripping face
and i think: you are a liar.
liar liar liar. i am cruel.
the truth is i am in love
with the way you are in love with me.
He was my guardian. I loved him, and now he was gone. He tried to take care of me the best he could. He loved me, he protected me, and he guarded me from the outside world. Just like that he was gone. This lonliness over took me for days on end I tried to escape, but everything reminded me off the man I will never see again. I can’t say his name still. My father… is gone, and I will never see him again. I can not believe this. I hope still that I will see him in the street that a man will turn around and smile at me and it will be him, but it’s not. The day I give up hope is the day that I accept that I have lost my father.
i guard my heart. my feelings. my words. my life is guarded by one who walks on water. i tiptoe on thin ice-hoarding my feelings and thoughts. but when the ice melts, my guards, my walls: come down. like rain, they submerge everything; a melody sweeps across all of the surface. I guard it all, behind a dam, until I am freed
and my guard falls.
She let her guard down the moment he walked in. It wasn’t love at first sight, but more of an infatuation where she wanted him to break down the walls. In the end she knew she would walk away from him, but for now she order two scotch on the rocks and walked over.
“Stand guard. I’ll go in through the window.”
But she couldn’t fit. Her shoulders were too wide. She lifted herself up from the opened frame and stretched, sighing in exasperation.
“Okay, then. I’ll stand guard, and you go in through the window.”
“Are you kidding me? I’m bigger than you.”
“Okay, maybe you’re rounder…but you’re more pliable!”
“You’re saying I’m squishy?”
“Yes, I’m saying you’re squishy! I’m not! Help me out, will you?”
Stand guard, for those who are watching, weather good or bad.
Stand guard, for some may be following your example, weather good or bad.
Stand guard, for who knows the consiquences of your actions, until they are done with?
Stand guard.
Just Stand guard.
For others and yourself.
Weather good, or perhaps, bad.
i guard my soul. its my soul. lolololol bwah hahahahahahah… they are always after my lucky charms.
The castle was built with huge gray stones and covered with vines. As I approached the entrance, I saw an old bearded guard walking slowly back and forth.
How you guard me from this cruel world…i could never understood it before but now as you are gone and I’m utterly exposed and on my own…i understand
to be on guard all your life preparing for the wars to come and know that everything you do will never guard enough for all the hatred in the world. prepare your love’s for what’s to come and know that you are loved. so well for every one to know…
The word guard means to protect or help something. For example, “I will guard this bridge to prevent the enemy from crossing.”. Guard is an English word and variants can be found in various European languages.
A guard at the gate awaiting the queen to take her to her chariot to tea and crumpets, is that how you spell crumpets? Oh well, the guard is guarding. Shit. That is all. Go Queen.
i keep my feelings on guard. there’s a little man outside the safe that locks into place right where my right ventricle must be, the one that must lead its way up to the recesses of my brain where the logic is. i like to think that little man, balding and nervous biting his nails against the possible jailbreakers on the loose is sitting with his head newly shined right at that entrance where my right ventricle leads away from that ring finger that hangs loose at my sides and tries to lead those jailbreakers away from my shaking heart and to the brain instead where my thoughts can race fast enough to confuse them away from opening up that safe.
The guard gunned the gulls of Guinea.
I always wonder which it’s best to be- Perpetually on guard? Waiting for life to screw you? Expecting that someone to break your trust? Is that safer? Isn’t it true that I might admire someone more if they gave in, and trusted; let down their guard and just- believed? I think I’m going to go back to the old me- or try. Not be so guarded. Risky? Yes. But authentic.
“Woah! What’s going on!” I said over the screaming fans. “Listen get behind me and I want you to run back as fast as you can. Do you hear me?”
I watch my son sleep, another day over, another day older. Standing guard against bad dreams.
Love is ready to spread his wings around you,
To guard and to protect.
And yet, his wings are made of swords,
Ready to pierce and hurt.
And yet you cling tighter,
Because you know it’s worth it in the end.
Jason pulled the boy behind him, guarding him from Bruce’s view.
“Don’t you dare touch my brother,” he growled menacingly. Tim whimpered.
“Jason, I’m not trying to hurt either of you. I just want to help.”
“Yeah, well you’re no help to either of us. So leave.”
“Jason-”
“Haven’t you done enough already?”
Bruce’s face became hard and stoic, and without another word, he turned, the soft swish of the cape the only sound as he leapt from the window and off into the night.
i keep my guard up because they don’t know i’m bisexual. I say no when they ask if im gay.. because im not. but i do love girls…and guys. and thats okay. im not ashamed of it. i need time before i can come out.
mercury retrograde guards us from making haste decisions.
The fences. There are so many, covering the whole of this dirty, disgusting field. The sometimes move in the bitter wind but if you’re lucky you might see them glow. I saw them, just once. I’ve tried so many times since, my friends have told me they saw it, but I never believe a thing they say.
guard it not with your life
but with your imagines
for what needs to be guarded
is in my mind
it is my mind
The guard had a mean look in his eyes, stiff shoulders too. I could feel him peering into my soul, he knew I wasn’t supposed to be here. I was hoping he would find some sympathy in my situation and give me a break. I really wasn’t trying to do any harm, I thought my little stunt would be funny.
The guard was a stone statue. Over a hundred feet tall, with a marble sword in one hand and a perfectly round shield in the other. The guard identical to him was set on the other side of the gate, their eyes both staring straight ahead. Past the gate between them was a beautiful castle that they would forever protect; even through it’s downfall.
Keep your guard up, or let it down. You be the judge of what is best for you. If you want your feelings to be out in the open, then do that. If you want to keep everything built up inside, then that is also okay. Sometimes we are not ready to expose our deeper feelings and we need to be content with that. Sometimes it is easier to write it down than say it all out loud for fear of being hurt—at least that is the approach I take.
He stood in the guard position, his hands firmly grasping the baton, his gaze straightforward and stern. She watched him from the bush, wondering if he’d ever let up. He stayed that way, hardly ever moving, for hours now. She supposed it was the training that did it, but she still felt surprise. He had never been the kind to stay still.
He walked past the man, as he always had. The man looked straight ahead, as he always had.
He was always there, every day, same time, same place.
This time he stopped and spoke.
“What’s behind that door you’re guarding?”
“Myself.”
I sat guard at the early morning. The fog was beginning to settle into the valley. i wasn’t sure this was supposed to be this way this morning.
Im the type of person that always keeps my guard up. Never letting anyone in to see who i truely am. Im always scared that if i let my guard down, people wont accept the real me.
he took a bullet
In the chest, it rested
Between the lung and spleen
Serene among the arteries and blood stream
Until the shrapnel split
And took it over
The top
Guard against my heart being throttled again, guard with walls made of self preservation, body guard, heart guard
She never lets anyone in. Locked tight and secure. Constantly poised waiting to spring into action. Ready to make a quick escape and flee the scene. If anyone touches her hardened armor and makes a grab for her bow, she’s ready.Her judgment is never clouded. Rational thinking is the only thing allowed. She never lets her guard down.
Normally i am always on my guard. That was until I met him. Everything about me changed, I wanted what I was normally scared of. And here’s the kicker. He was on his guard, but he wanted me too. It’s funny how life likes to tease you.
The guard was staring at me, wondering who I was. He had never seen me around here, in this lonely, almost ghostly town, and stared right at me. He looked like never seen anyone around here in a few days, let alone a woman.
Guard, I’m giving you this; please take care of it. Love, be careful.