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Anne-L Mar 2015
L ...O ...V...E
Four letters put together
Used to have so much meaning
no other words could replace it
just 4  l e t t e r s  
without each one of them
it would mean nothing but letters

Now i know the true nature behind this scenery
Now i know the true definition in this reality
Love has become a useless word
It has no meanings
It has no feelings
It has become so insignificant

Saying "I love you"
to anyone that pass buy
to anyone you see
with this dazzling smile of yours
CAN'T YOU SEE
"love" is more than you think...
Please.... PLEASE
listen
to
me
Love: an intense feeling of deep affection, feel a DEEP romantic attachment to (someone).
Anne-L Mar 2015
People claim that we are a puzzle piece
Looking for "the one" who fits us best

I think we, ourselves
are a puzzle, not one piece of a puzzle
But we ourselves,
are a designed problem
to be solved...

I think we, ourselves
are a puzzle, and every bit of memory
we have is a piece that makes us who we are
Either it's a vague happy recollection
Or sadness, madness
Or times of sorrow or loneliness
Every single piece is so very important
without them the puzzle wouldn't be complete
It makes us who we are,
as an individual...

Although ... in the end
there is a flaw,
we are made to never be completed
we are made to never find the last piece
As the piece itself has never been created...

At last, Some might say
that that flaw,
that missing piece,
is a blessing
why you might ask them...
they say that's what make us work harder
it gives us a goal
that's what drives us to do more
in this life we were given...

Many of us lost hope to find that last piece
Others are satisfied with what the accomplish
Some might even say they learned
to live without it... (it's part of our lives)
Others might find a piece that
doesn't fit but forced it to do so
THEN .... There are those who
are still up in the battlefield
looking for that one piece
that would never be found
but that doesn't bring them down
they find hope where others lost it
they find hope not only for themselves
but for the rest of us
And that's who we call true heroes
It's the fact that their desire to thrive
is strong enough to give hope to the rest of the world
Although, we call them
CRAZY
INSANE
OUTRAGEOUS
CREATURES
For they are my heroes...
as they keep failing
yet get back up
stronger that previously
they continuously
get stronger
and stronger
and **STRONGER
I started with one thing and ended with another ... just went with the flow without really thinking about it so it jumps from ideas to ideas ... anyway i had no sort of inspiration, well at least no direct ones :/ (turned out pretty long sorry about that... :P )
  Mar 2015 Anne-L
Eunice Amor Oh
"i love you"
you can say it time and time again
-
you've never been in love the way you are now
pure and innocent
like flowers that have just bloomed
(so beautifully, you can't see)
fragrant bouquets
you have created like a skilled florist
in a dying, abandoned town


you've never held someone's hand the way you do now
comforting and desperate
like a baby's grip
(you don't ever have to let go)
on a touched mother
who never existed and never breathed
amongst our pathetic little crowns


you've never been understood the way you are now
completely and wholeheartedly
like a wonderfully written song
(your voice is my favourite tune)
absolute harmony
we have perfected and sung sanguinely
in a world full of noise
-
but know that it won't matter
for all of you is love to me


// please remember that strength and brokenness don't mend well together, but darling, i'm willing to scream at the top of my lungs while you whisper lullabies to me because you are my constant in a world full of change. and i know we may be puzzle pieces still searching, but with some scissors and glue, we may become a perfect fit, ready to start anew. //
  Mar 2015 Anne-L
tap
It’s already midnight.* Go to sleep, dear.
   You have a brand new day ahead of you.
He’s already in his bed,
   dreaming of someone else.
Why are you still wide awake,
   quietly proclaiming your love for him?
The only person who can hear your confession
   is you, the lovestruck insomniac.
is it wrong for me to say that i don't actually have anyone in mind when i write poems like this?
  Mar 2015 Anne-L
Rumi
Both light and shadow
are the dance of Love.

Love has no cause;
it is the astrolabe of God’s secrets.

Lover and Loving are inseparable
and timeless.



Although I may try to describe Love
when I experience it I am speechless.

Although I may try to write about Love
I am rendered helpless;
my pen breaks and the paper slips away
at the ineffable place
where Lover, Loving and Loved are one.



Every moment is made glorious
by the light of Love.
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