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Dominic Thompson Feb 2019
Love; what truly is love?
Is it when you want to have them solely for their body?
Nay; for that is lust, not love.

True love; what can truly define it?
Is it how much money someone has?
Nay; for that is greed, not love.

True love is not found in material possessions.
Rather, true love is found from within the person
Beneath their skin
Beneath any emotional armor they put forth
Once you crack their armor, and they willingly choose let you in, that is love
When the two of you can speak kindly, gently, and without reserve, all out in the open with nothing to hide

Love is when there are boundaries that have already been set and bound and aren't broken
Love isn't when one of the two wields a blade of steel, a sword of words, or a dagger of ultimatums against the other
That isn't love; for that is betrayal
Dominic Thompson Dec 2018
There are many sins I've committed in my time. I've exchanged hurtful words and I've lied. I've hurt others for my own betterment and I've stabbed others in the back. I thought it was fine and minimal to what others had done to me.

After all, how bad could I be when others had whipped me, threatened my life, beat me, broke my heart, and stabbed me in the back. Why did they deserve my mercy? Why did they deserve my forgiveness? Why did I have to be better than them?

They didn't deserve it. Why should I have to be a shining example? Why should I have to be above the rest? I didn't want that life, nor did I want that stress. Shining examples is what we're supposed to be, right?

Well, here's MY shining example. Don't keep pushing yourself for the approval of others. Their opinions don't matter anymore. Be yourself and stand up strong. You got a long road ahead of you, so find what makes you happy and do that. Don't ever try to change yourself for other's approval; That will just hurt you more.

And when they don't approve of you now that you've conformed to their standards? Then what? Are we just expected to move as if nothing's wrong and we're perfectly fine? And, what if we can't? We're not like a machine that functions without flaws; We're humans and have emotions and can be hurt.

We can still be hurt.
Dominic Thompson Dec 2018
Exhaustion creeps in and the fog settles down.
It is time for sleep, but never rest.
The moment you close your eyes in peace.
That is the moment you get hurt by those you trust the most.
Dominic Thompson Nov 2018
They say
The eyes
Are the window
To the soul

If that is true
Then I have seen
The darkest of souls
And the kindest of hearts
All in one person

And I fell in love with those eyes
Their graceful gaze
Gliding across the room
Soft blue, like apatite
Or a river running over the soft stones of the ground

They dragged me in
And I can't let them go
Every time I see them
I can be relaxed and comforted
And every time we lock eyes
I lose myself

In those eyes that I love
Dominic Thompson Nov 2018
Blue and green
Brown and green
So many different combinations
Yet so little difference

She is still caring, loving, and protective
Why did I become so blessed as to be able to know her?
Why am I the one she trusts more than anyone?
Why was I the one to fall the hardest for her?

It was her eyes
Those eyes
Those ****** eyes
They are the eyes of a shattered lover,
trying to rebuild themselves.

I know because I have seen them
In the mirror
"She" is not a lover. "She" is my best friend of two years and closer than anyone else in my life right now. Though, her and I did grow to feel close affection at one point before finding others.
Dominic Thompson Oct 2018
Watch your back and your partner's back;
No matter what you two have going on between you two
Only then can you two survive in this world
Put your trust in your partner
But remain wary of betrayal from within
For anyone can betray you
Written from recently seen pain and things I have seen before, but never put into words.
Dominic Thompson Apr 2018
Nous nous battons pour protéger ceux que nous aimons; et nous sacrifier à notre tour.
Le heurtoir en argent posé sur la porte de la mort s'est égratigné et s'est usé dans ma main.
Dans la mort, nous trouvons la paix, mais dans la vie, nous trouvons l'amour.
Avec cela, vous ne pouvez pas gagner la guerre, mais soyez assuré que vous gagnerez la bataille en cours
Et, la bataille sera gagnée, pas avec des chiffres, mais avec la volonté pure
Tant que vous ne tombez pas en proie aux mains égoïstes de la cupidité
Et même si ces mains vous dévoraient, vos grands héritages survivront dans ceux qui vous ont connu
Et le baiser doux de la mort sera juste un autre tourneur de page dans votre histoire sans fin.
Car une histoire, aussi importante que la tienne, ne meurt jamais; il est seulement oublié dans la bibliothèque d'un esprit
Pourtant, je promets de rester et de garder les pages de tomber entre les mains de la carie
Car même si ces pages tombent, elles seront rappelées et surveillées; regardé par ceux qui vous regardaient avant
Parce que ces souvenirs ont été conçus par le seul amour intouchable par les mains du temps.
A joint poem with an amazing poet, called Iris Garden, on a different site.
This should offer a translation.
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1xWQRiBWJqSNmLXdxxT0VAEc4t3OuIXkU0K5ejy8mN8Q/edit
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