Monogamy's the first law of marriage;
βέƦẙḽ Dṏṽ the Smartass Rabbi

Monogamy's the first law of marriage;
adultery"s a close second.

Sarina
Sarina
Aug 14, 2013

I wonder
would it help, could I fix us if I just turned the lights down
and we drown in our former selves
have sex with each other
and ourselves -

the
relationship worked better when there was more
than just the two of us.

I am sorry that all my poems are about infidelity, ha ha

Hypnagogic amour
Reached high between cumulus pixie dust
No throw aways of letters
Cheribum
Seraphim
Musk!!!

Shuttle like emotions
Pouring as tangerine rain
I'll be here for mine amour
Tis amare shalt never change
No pains nor leaving
A wedding
Tis
I seek,

Without her I'd loose mine brains
These muscles would grow weak

Her smile giveth me oomph
Her laughter giveth brio
Herself I just want all
A nuptial agreement
True and real!!!

#love   #miamour  
Monogamy is dead.
Darby Rose
Darby Rose
May 14, 2014

Do we truly inherently pursue companionship limited to one singular human?
Or has the idea simply been romanticized through generations,
allowing us to believe that from creation
we have a soul mate,
a sole mate.
I can't imagine it is my fate to be chained to one single human;
I seek growth extending much further than the arm span of a solitary being.
Nobody has all the answers,
nobody has everything.
Together, we are everything,
everyone is everything,
and everything is one.
Monogamy is dead.
The question that haunted me
ever so frequently has been resolved.
I have evolved,
No longer will I query,
who is the one?
I am the one.
We all are the one.
Everyone is
one.

Raven M Coulter
Raven M Coulter
Aug 17, 2013

When did it suddenly become normal,
To never commit to anything.
It's not just in certain towns or cities it's all over.
Marriages are ending faster.
While people are having kids,
Who's brothers and sisters don't share the same two parents.
And daddy isn't there or mommy's having an affair.
There's no love put into it,
No possible future for anyone
What happened to only being with,
One,
One person that makes you feel love.
They make you feel amazing,
For more than just a couple of weeks,months,or years,
But that's the issue isn't it?
We get bored,
It's not fun anymore,
We don't feel like they take our breath anymore.
Then we start to wonder what they did wrong,
Or even what you did wrong,
You look for someone to blame.
Truth is you weren't looking for something,
Permanent.
You wanted love for the moment,
But that's ok because your not the only one,
Look around you,
It's not normal to be settled and happy with just,
One.

linda
linda
Dec 30, 2012

as New Year arrives, darling,
                                                                ­                                    consider where your lips are.

You've got to love those old family favourite games of Christmas's past...

Make my life seem more interesting
Hide my lunch under the bed
Make me search through hiding places
I know already well
I'll excuse it as a case of
I can't make it in the wild
So I'm tearing out my hair now
And I've lost all sense of time
I'm getting irritable, stressed
For the love that keeps me sedated
I'm never satiated

I'll gnaw at my lead until I wear at my teeth
For what I've been teased with
Beyond the moat and electric fence
It's no mile high club
But we are far off the ground!
Keep me held safely then make me yell
As you sway. And sway.
In lenient expressions of "platonic" affection
That same damn face haunts my eyeline
The same body shares my enclosed space
Where's the expanse of land?
The strangers waiting to shake my hand?

We'll fight to reach no end
I'm tossing and turning yet again
He didn't do his research, I guess
As a consequence
I'm picking god-knows-what off the floor
Fuck me I'm bored!
I love you and you and they
And it's making me tense
I have this crazy idea from deep in my head
Of frivolous wims of ecstacy
From casual embraces

An observation on monogamy from the perspective of a bonobo. :P
s a friendship type of love. My best is monogamy. My best is not you. Darling, sweethear
Bailey Crawford
Bailey Crawford
Jun 4, 2014

I've never lied to you before, so I promise you I won't start now. You and I, we're one of the same. Human beings, creatures that have feelings, people. I looked you in the eyes once saying, "you deserve the best". It's only taken me 17 years of my life, a year and a half of knowing you to realize I deserve the best too. See you and I, we have different best, our best is what we think we deserve. My best is someone holding my hand, leaving flowers at my doorstep, calling me asking me how my day was. My best is a friendship type of love. My best is monogamy. My best is not you. Darling, sweetheart, pumpkin, baby, boo your best is a white trash hoe. Your best is getting cheated on day after day, your best is the lies. Your best is a fourteen year old who can't keep her legs close. Your best is getting pressured to have sex then winding up behind bars. Everyday I am thankful you told me we would never work out. We could never work because I am a 17 year old virgin and proud. Because I love myself more than I love the thought of being in love. Because I would never throw you away just to prove that I can. I will never be a girl who settles for anything of than the best because you taught me not to.

My first poem on here titled Dear Snowman and this poem are written about the same person.
 
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