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 Nov 2016
Aliya N Raissa
They said, there are 12 stages of falling in love;

The 1st stage, initial attraction – recognizing that, for whatever reason, you'd potentially like to be with this person.

The 2nd stage, investigation – finding out more about the person to evaluate whether they'd be right for you.

The 3rd stage, friendship – establishing friendly relations with the person in hopes of getting to know them better.

The 4th stage, envy – wishing that it was you that was spending more time with the person.

The 5th stage, embarrassment – being flustered around the person, trying to avoid them because you know they make you nervous.

The 6th stage, bravery – owning up to the fact that you are falling deeper and deeper for the person at hand.

The 7th stage, lust – becoming even more physically attracted to the person in the hopes of getting them in bed.

The 8th stage, hope – being convinced that there is a chance for you and waiting for the right time to take a shot.

The 9th stage, confession – admitting to the person that you have fallen completely head-over-heels for them.

The 10th stage, comfort – falling completely at ease with the person ; being able to tell them anything/do anything with them.

The 11th stage, planning – looking ahead to the future with the person.

The 12th stage, bliss – complete, utter and total happiness shared by the both of you.

Was it ever so true? That we can define love after we feel an internal affection, or a sudden burst of happiness every time we see that person, or feeling like we couldn't live without the person. Was it love? Tell me, what's even love? Does it happens from the chemistrical feeling that occurs to the body of both men and women? Or does it happens spontaneously without a reason? As if it were just like that? Tell me is love a lie that mankind made up or truly, a holy divine feeling that God created?
credit to the astrological account that publish the very beautiful 12 stages of love which inspire to question even more about love
 Nov 2016
simo
sometimes she cries when she prays
think she's got it all worked out
sometimes the ocean only waves
never stays

she couldve held me through this
i know i dont deserve it
but ima still be selfish

im trying to be the good one here
but its so hard to hear anyone cheer me on
im working on it alright
wearing the same clothes twice
forgetting to eat
letting my phone die

"what are you going to do when im not around?"
my mind only drifts to the sound
you'll let me out
keep my mouth shut
eyes on the floor
my back to the door
can't tell anybody anything anymore

feel like youre hating me more and more
listening to too much frank ocean
 Nov 2016
Tony Luna
I hate how I can't sleep at night.
Why does my body put up a fight?
I yawn like I'm gasping for air.
So I lay there listening to "The Prayer".

Pulling out a pen helps me sleep.
Rather than imagining and counting sheep.
My spilled ink allows me to create a universe on a smooth surface.
Like Van Gogh with a canvas.

I write till my face hits the table.
Every night is the same, so I stay up planning my next travel.
Sometimes I'll wake tearing a page off my face.
I'll read it then throw it straight into the fireplace.
The Prayer is a song by Kid Cudi that I enjoy listening to.
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