As her pupils involuntarily dilate,
butterflies squirm excitedly in her stomach
and her heart rate soars
whenever he is near.
And when he isn't,
her body desperately craves his touch,
whilst her (somewhat sensual) thoughts
are of nothing else in the world but him.
Is this love? or lust?
When he catches a glimpse of her
an uncontrollable tingling erupts somewhere,
- and I think you know where -
as he shoots darting glances her way.
In her absence, irrepressible fantasies
race through his mind,
the blood pulsing heavily through his veins;
wild and on fire at the thought of being with her.
Is this love? or lust?
Both are compelling and all-consuming
and they sometimes merge together,
but they are different emotions.
They should not be mistaken for each other.
Sometimes I feel that the word love
is said too much
or carelessly thrown around
and this makes me sad.
It should be used carefully
so that it doesn’t lose its meaning
or value.
It should remain powerful.
Hormones and desire fuel
lust
but it is not the same as
the more passionate and
unconditional emotion of
love.
Sep 5, 2014
Sep 5, 2014 at 1:43 PM UTC
Do you think it is
the sun that loves the moon?
shining shyly, seductively,
enticing and craving
its constant adoration
and undivided attention?
Or perhaps it is the moon
that so desperately desires the sun?
whilst in orbit, always hoping to catch
a glimpse of its radiant beauty,
enthralled by its passion, its strong
and irresistible magnetic pull?
I wonder if their love is challenged by the stars?
striking, dazzling, beautiful,
infinite onlookers, ever-watchful in the sky,
twinkling dangerously, a flirtatious third party,
competing with the sun
or trying to outshine the moon?
Despite their temptation,
the stars fail to weaken or change
the lovers, the moon and sun,
and eventually fade into insignificance.
Jun 7, 2014
Jun 7, 2014 at 11:57 AM UTC
Why do some of us possess the habit
Of dwelling on negativity?
The sun still rises,
The birds are singing,
There are opportunities galore,
Perhaps a new beginning?
There are languages to learn,
More friends to make,
New people to date
And chances to take.
The change of the seasons,
Stories to write,
Oceans and cities
And warm summer nights.
There are places to visit,
Plenty of time to travel,
Ideas to develop
And secrets to unravel.
The Earth is still in orbit
And the stars still have their twinkle,
It's not worth getting hung up
Over finding a wrinkle.
Are the little things really that important?
losing your keys,
a few extra calories,
a bad hair day,
missing the bus.
Are they worth focusing on?
Look clearly
And ask yourself:
Do those things really matter
At all?
Mar 8, 2014
Mar 8, 2014 at 8:14 PM UTC
I hope
That this year,
All will become clear
And I will discover
What I am
Meant to be doing here.
No more confusion,
Less doubt,
No rage to let out;
I really don't want
To get upset
Or to shout.
Twelve brilliant months
Would be absolute bliss,
I think we all desire this.
So I hope and
Plan to make
Some memories that I will miss.
With every year
That we depart,
We receive a new, fresh start.
Stay true to yourself,
Have some laughs and
Remember to always follow your heart.
Jan 2, 2014
Jan 2, 2014 at 1:27 PM UTC
music
makes me so much
more content,
more peaceful,
more real
and more myself
it revives me,
it clears my head
and it keeps me grounded
but most of all
it makes me feel less alone
it comforts me
when no one else can.
Nov 15, 2013
Nov 15, 2013 at 3:03 PM UTC
I have never felt
more confused
than I do now.
being prejudged,
pressure from teachers,
expectations from parents,
insecurities from media influence
or by comparing ourselves to others.
stumbling through
day by day,
low self-esteem,
rumours,
peer pressure,
mood swings,
spots,
hormones,
not feeling good enough,
constant tiredness
and emotions that
we don't even understand
are things that we,
as teenagers,
have to face every day.
Fighting to hold it together
whilst still trying to figure out
who we are.
Self-harm? "attention seeker"
Mental illness? "get a grip"
Suicidal? "cheer up"
They can be so ignorant.
I don't think
that some people realise
how difficult it is
to grow up
in a society
like this.
Nov 13, 2013
Nov 13, 2013 at 2:32 PM UTC
Night time
Is the worst time of day.
It's not the darkness,
Not the shadows,
Nor the scary noises.
But I dislike the echoes
Of all my negative thoughts,
My doubts, my worries
And my fears
That keep me awake.
It's impossible to sleep;
Repetitive in my mind
They grow louder and louder,
Piercing the silence,
Haunting the night.
Nov 12, 2013
Nov 12, 2013 at 6:38 PM UTC
I am bored
of routine,
of familiarity,
and of repetition.
I just exist,
I am unimportant,
but really, we all are.
Who created us?
What do we live for?
Why are we here?
Top of the food chain,
the most advanced product of evolution,
more intelligent than all other creatures
and yet we barely understand our own kind.
I don't even fully understand myself.
Humans are ignorant.
We are just the inmates, eternally confined
and restricted to the spherical dome-shaped prison that is planet Earth.
There is no way to escape.
We are trapped.
Jul 23, 2013
Jul 23, 2013 at 7:29 AM UTC
If you've never felt the piercing cold of winter,
How would you know the pleasant warmth of a summer's day?
If you do not know of sorrow,
How do you know what is joy?
If you are yet to experience unfathomable failure,
How can you revel in success?
If you have not suffered,
You will not appreciate happiness.
If you've never felt weakness or vulnerability,
How would you know of strength and compassion?
If you do not know of oppression,
How do you know what is freedom?
If you are yet to experience paralysing fear,
How can you be courageous?
If you have not been through heartbreak,
You will not appreciate the beauty of true love.
True love is love that is always returned.
To value the good,
You must first encounter the bad.
Jun 15, 2013
Jun 15, 2013 at 11:11 AM UTC
Words can evoke many emotions.
Words can be like little paper hearts;
messengers of love and happiness,
if shot from Cupid's bow
carefully and aimed
at the right person.
Words can be like bandages;
able to heal wounds,
to make amends and
to fix someone,
to make them better again.
Words can be like knives;
sharp and strong,
they can hurt you,
slash straight through you,
they can cause pain.
Words can be like echoes;
all those thoughts
that you don't want to remember
can be heard, repeated in your head
over and over and over again.
Words are capable of both inflicting pain
and remedying it.
Words are powerful.
Jun 13, 2013
Jun 13, 2013 at 8:22 AM UTC