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Ninjo Mivic Sep 2013
Life seems, at a glance, insignificant and short.  
You're born and then you die;
which is looking at life from a completely objective point of view.  

But we're not objects.
We think and reason with "I".
Life's not objective.

It's subjective.  We don't glance at things.
We think and feel and reason about everything and nothing.
We know how a bonfire smells and how it feels wearing our favourite jeans on an October night.
Or how my girlfriend looks when we've stayed up too late to fall asleep and all I see is her face in the dark on my bed.
But I feel her.  Her legs. And her hands.
And how the sky turns orange sometimes with the sun.
And then blue and then black with the moon.

We all love life.  Let's keep loving it and each other.
I love you.
Ninjo Mivic Dec 2012
Shattered and scattered...
Torn to the pages. From
an age when broken is
never fixed. Lost. We lost.
Ninjo Mivic Jan 2013
The pessimist thought Death was the answer,
"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no,
no, no, no.  Not me. No, no, no, no,
no, no, no," he thought.

The optimist couldn't help but laugh.
"Come on. Let's go outside and run and jump and play".
A sentence so beautiful still ends with a dot.
So let's wait for Death,  just not today.
Ninjo Mivic Dec 2012
I'll never go back to you.  
Not because I've stopped loving you,
or that I think you don't still love
me, because I know you do.  It's just
that I've done things and said things
that cannot be undone.  Hear me.

Plainly, you are an Angel who's job is done.
Your eyes cut deep. You sing when you speak,
even when you're sometimes off-key.  I have tried
to kiss as much of you as I could
with the passion I've been given.

Still, your grace is natural.
You won't flourish with me.
I want you to flourish.
Go forth and bless another.
Ninjo Mivic Jan 2013
Nothing.
**** her kisses and smiles,
Her warm clothes and soft hair.
Life was once before her,
so shall it be after.

She ripped out my heart and pinned it on her sleeve,
the love that she gave me I thought was unique,
but her tears put up screens to make me deceive
that each kiss we exchanged would save us from Greed.

Life over love was better for us though,
my room's much quieter since the dim of the glow
from the Fire we Burned each coming night to feel
each other's bodies with each others body feel.
And I can't much disagree with the deliberate
and slow, movement of my mind, heart, and soul.

Yet there's a passion that's gone.
And now that there's change:
you're a thief and a villain
To me and my being.
My soul's candles dimmed
With nothing to light them,
nor warmth to keep them burning so bright.
Twilight keeps them cold, in an endless Night.

My Love-- which you took,
But now that you're gone ,
I live quietly, desperately and long to hope
for someone like you to smile into my life
What's worse than the agony of being in Love!
-- I miss you

— The End —