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Us.
i.
She's the personification of indecision,
and I'm all of her inner wars and frissons.

ii.
She's an anarchist, she's queen anti-christ,
and I'm a sacrifice.

iii.
She wonders at my unrevealed nostalgia,
I wonder if a frozen heart can thaw.
2-lines
Love everything, and everyone. Thank the grass for being a soft place to fall, and those who own the arms of your safe place to crash.
Love the girl who taunts you, love the boy who tries too hard.
Love the woman who screams that you will never make it, love the man who stares a little too long.
Do not waste too much time on loving yourself, for when you exude love you will receive it.
You must love those who do not deserve it, and all the while you will receive love you do not deserve.
For love is not a feeling, but an action.
For love is not restraining, but freeing.

2. When you start to notice your reflection, remember that it does not matter. A soul needs a home, and your home is a fine home. Your body keeps your soul safe, and warm, and fed. So worry more about what you put into your mind than your mouth, and never forget that your soul cares not of the shape of it’s home.

3. When you see someone who is in need of help, they become your obligation. The only true way to understand a person is to love them, and the best way to love a person is to serve them. There is no man or woman who was born undeserved of love, and you ought to give more than you think your heart will allow.

4. When lost, know that you do not have one sole purpose. You have many facets, and many talents. Each day you may have a different purpose, and each day it may not be a grand one, but each day it is an important one. Be open to things you did not think of yourself capable, and know that nobody cares about your embarrassments more than yourself.

5. Every day of your life you will make mistakes, and if you think that you have to right to belittle others because of theirs then honey, I am here to tell you that you are wrong. Unfair judgment hinders understanding, which hinders the most important thing of all: love.  

6. Forgive all, but do not trust all. Love all, but do not pleasure all. You are to lose yourself, to emerge yourself in the work and service of others. You are to overwhelm yourself with love and kindness, so much that it spills over. You are to give more than you have, and to take less than you need.

7. Do not worry about being happy. The search for happiness is never ending, and a path that has no destination. Lose yourself, and happiness will find you. Look for happiness, and you will lose it all.
Just until today
I have come to understand
that my cause is all lost
that I live in a fog

Broken hearts I have seen
But none of them I have cured
I have borrowed an ear
But all I get is solitude

Just until today
I have come to understand
that I was born for those whose cause
whose path whose love seems lost

I've been the activist of the confused
I've hugged the fear, the tear the torn
I've kissed their lips when they've approved
I've watched them go... and never return
Remember that time...
we all were unafraid?
The heart never feared
to continue its compelling crusade

Remember that time...
we all knew the right?
No ideas were left
to cause a  futile fight

Remember that time...
we all got along?
The soul could not oppose
with thoughts to sing song

Remember that time...
we all oozed with joy?
Only postilion "woe's"
No Greeks, Walls of thick Troy!

Remember that time...
we all were in good health?
No single state of sick
but forgetting which wealth

Remember that time...
we all adored nostalgia?
It's unfortunate- forgetting
history's true miscounted myalgia
Another quick write.
Nonplus~ Misguided, confused
Futile~ pointless
myalgia~ pain
nostalgia~ reflection on passed events - usually fond.
They ask me if I still love you.

I blush, grin and say;

of course.

Why?

Because your eyes are of the most utter ocean blue,

but other days they're the currents of the stormy grey sea.

I see a current of salty water, deep, once blue, but now a faded grey.

I see a bundle of darkened grey clouds in the distance,

and the thunder rumbles from your irises,

and I hear it pound in the back of my mind.

I wonder if you knew.

I see a spark of lightening flash, only once in a while,

while you look at her.

My throat corrodes with bile.


She says she sees green demons lurking in the depth of my own ocean currents,

and I shrug.

What am I supposed to say?

I know you think about her.

Night and day.


The hardest part,

is a generic, old saying.

If you love them,

you let them go.

If they love you enough to stay,

or to come back,

you never let go.





But you haven't come back.
EDIT: Wow. Never expected this to blow up as big as it did. I thank you all so much!
EDIT: 2/15/14
i would say i never loved you, but that is a lie.
they say that your *first* love makes *you realize*, your first *love* wasnt really your first.
i pray for the day this happens.
*getting over you was the best thing i ever did.
and i did it for myself.*
so, one last:
*******.
you.***
EDIT: 9/14/14
i still hate you.
and you don't deserve her.
EDIT:   12/01/14
im sorry. you still arent
the same person
and neither is she.
but we all grow up.

EDIT
10/14/20
I was going through my bookmarks
on my old computer and found my old writings.
I just wanted to update this one last time to say things are better,
things are good. Thanks again for all the likes and comments.
(9/6/12)

I closed my eyes and said a prayer
In hopes that you would be there
You said Your heart was broken in two
And you didn’t know what to do.

There was something that I always knew
That : love is something you know nothing about
And love is something we can’t do without.

You don’t know the difference between love and infatuation
For they are two different situations
Infatuation will last for a short spell
While love will take you to heaven and hell.

You will want that person by your side
And when they’re not there you’ll feel empty inside.
You’ll feel as if a part of your heart
Had died -and you just want to cry.

You’ll smell their aroma, and recall their kiss
Their arms around you that you’ll miss.
The gentleness of their voice when they
Calm your fears- and wipe away that fallen tear.    

It’s a desire to walk hand in hand and to share
Your thoughts , your expectations and dreams
And be understanding to each others needs.

To never put your dreams before theirs
And to show that you care.

Yes ! Love is something you know nothing about
Hand me my weapon,
Give me my blade.
Let me relieve,
All this sadness and pain.

The color red looks nice on my arms,
But don't be afraid, it won't cause any harm.

Hand me my weapon,
Give me my gun.
Let me pull the trigger,
And my life will be done.

Pass me the rope,
Pass me the rope.
Let me tie myself,
So i can choke.

You say i won't,
And i say "let's see".
You'll be proved wrong,
By the quick death of me.
The words I said I didn't mean.
Angry, agony swell up in me.
Overwhelming pain drowns me.
You're gone.
There is no forever.
I become lost, broken but alive.
Life is now a strange sensation.
What is life without love?

— The End —