#committment
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I never tried to hurt you, I never ever wanted to hurt you. There is no way that you can write without drawing out the best parts of the warmest and most loving hearts, but every time ones such as yourself draw from me (without your even knowing it) the best I have to give in response, I still somehow end up ******* it all to hell.
There is no way whatsoever that a person who conveys their innerworkings and trauma the way that you do should ever slip through the cracks-- unloved, unheld, and un-cared for by loving, supportive hearts.. (and I'm not talking about romantic love..)
I have an idea who it is that you are in real life, by what you have chosen to convey of yourself and your story throughout the years.. but that doesn't really matter either, I guess
because history tells me that my unfiltered way of talking would just **** that up also.
But if an honest struggler such as yourself wanted a ****** artist to never give up responding from the heart.. if that is what it takes to help keep the wild, unfettered ones like you (at least, writing-wise) from slipping, alone into despair, then that is what I will do.. not give up either.
But trust me when I tell you, babe.. I am burned out also.
Never, ever give up believing. If there were enough ones such as yourself (as to what you are writing here), or even just you, alone-- continuing to write open-heartedly the way you have in the past, and again here.. I promise that I would not give up also. If you want to be held closely when the ravens come and have picked your hope clean, then that is what you will most likely receive.. and I dont necessarily mean from me. I have studied your heart and spirit through your chosen posted words almost since the very first day I got here.
There is no way that others cannot both see and feel those things also, kid.
Hold on to that.
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Sep 14, 2021
Sep 14, 2021 at 10:38 PM UTC
In the inch of despair
In the reach of the hands
The naked truth lies
The ray touches your back
You, against the light
Is the life I will live for
Sep 19, 2020
Sep 19, 2020 at 11:22 AM UTC
Like No Rock
I could love you like a rock
sit here and do nothing
heavy on you
Or
love you like the breeze
take you to places
you never felt before
riding on my storming nights
Nov 21, 2019
Nov 21, 2019 at 8:23 PM UTC
if you will be my sea
i will be your sky
if you will be my black
i will be your white
i will paint you seasons and keep your tenderness close
if you will take me places, places only we know
if you will be my sunshine
i will be your night
you are my yin yang happening
and everything, for once, is alright
Nov 19, 2018
Nov 19, 2018 at 9:23 AM UTC
False love is egocentric,
Comes with looks and goes with looks.
True love is based on spirituality and ethics,
It is trustworthy and noble,
Loves humanity.
False loves lack commitment,
Does not fulfill promises,
True love takes responsibility of commitments.
False love is infatuation, love at first sight,
True love develops overtime,
Overlooking each other's shortcomings.
False love is falling in love
with the concept of love not with a person.
True love leads to a healthy stable relationship,
Where their jobs, families and friends have a right over them,
It has maturity.
False love leads to anxiety,problems and too much expectations.
True love is where there is satisfaction and patience.
False love gives pain,
True love brings peace.
May 16, 2018
May 16, 2018 at 3:59 PM UTC
She asked her question,
He thought about his answer
What took him so time
She began to wonder.
The three magical words was his true and correct reply,
Those three words which would make any young girl's heart fly.
But flight was taken by that timid creature who didn't wanted to be committed
So for a long time on her phone screen was the word 'Typing.....' sighted.
Finally "NO" was the answer,
Sad and depressed was her face;
This was the obvious result.
But not the first online break-up case.
Jan 23, 2018
Jan 23, 2018 at 9:56 AM UTC
I shivered when you asked of me, and thats cliche
But I'm not a liar and it didn't happen another way.
See i shivered when i thought of you
and all that you encompass,
I whimper at the thought of you
And all that you possess.
I am shaken by your presence the wind rolls through your hair
and you stand with shoulders tall, casting shadows here and there
Your voice can over come me, seeps into my awareness.
Your voice can become me, thats alone apparent.
I love it when you talk and I will listen full long hours.
every single thing about you makes me question my own powers
Like who is this person and how have they become
What did you do, to create this overcoming one
This Man of radiance, this angel speaking in cadence
This person with such gifted thought
This being with such magnetic presence
No other thoughts alike him.
Jan 22, 2017
Jan 22, 2017 at 3:38 PM UTC
Committing to change is the key,
Having a plan, a strategy.
Aims and goals that are within reach,
Not stopping 'til you achieve each.
Guarding against ambivalence,
Embracing the experience.
Aug 16, 2016
Aug 16, 2016 at 7:44 AM UTC
Your commitments and word
Are inks stained on cold skin
Taken without pain sacrificed,
Easily washed away in water:
Simple imitations...
That at its essence
Mock the sanctity and identity
of actual tattoos.
Apr 12, 2016
Apr 12, 2016 at 4:51 PM UTC
I usually accept things
The way that I find them.
I get some bad hands
But I really don’t mind them.
You loved me yesterday
Bored with me today.
Sometimes I wish we could
Do this affair another way.
Up and down, then in and out;
That’s what you and I are all about.
Here today, gone this afternoon;
That’s the name of your crazy tune.
Love me or hate me
Choose what you want.
This flippy-flooppy love
Is just a wasteful taunt.
I think I must be using
The incorrect terminology.
Love doesn’t fit with
Your current methodology.
Up and down, then in and out;
That’s what you and I are all about.
Here today, gone this afternoon;
That’s the name of your crazy tune.
I think it is me who has
Mistaken lust for affection.
It might be time for me
To go another direction.
I will miss some of your
Intimate bedroom frolic,
But this kind of relationship
Seems very much alcoholic.
Up and down, then in and out;
That’s what you and I are all about.
Here today, gone this afternoon;
That’s the name of your crazy tune.
Jan 24, 2016
Jan 24, 2016 at 9:22 PM UTC
I find it easy to commit to someone...
perhaps that's part of the problem.
Jul 4, 2015
Jul 4, 2015 at 5:05 PM UTC
Wedding bells
The heart swells
A couple of people teary
Nobody here is leery
When it is two guys
Marrying after so many years.
Not an occasion for tears
They walk hand in hand
Toward a more grand
Joining together
Wedding each other
Now that some in society
See it is propriety;
Now that love is love
And over half the people
Know that couples
Are those who marry
And cease to carry
Their old angry baggage
Like stinking luggage
Into a loving occasion.
There is no reason.
Everyone here knows
That is how love goes.
It is between two hearts
No cart before the horse.
It’s a matter of course.
And, of course, family and friends
Not just kith, but kin
Are happy and celebrating
For the long awaited mating
Of two that fought the tides
And made it here where abides
That rosy day of knowing each other
Part of a couple officially;
Equally exciting and peacefully
Into a new morning of a new day.
What better way is there to say
I love you, a phrase not new
But this time said for two?
And certifiably, legally too.
May 25, 2015
May 25, 2015 at 5:47 AM UTC
*“Repetition", he said, "bores me.
I like things new and fresh.
That’s why I never get committed.”
“No", she said, "that’s not the reason.
Don’t you enjoy every time you watch a sunrise?
Don’t you enjoy listening to your favourite music on repeat mode?
Don’t you like reading novels?”
“I do listen to my favourite music over and over again. After a few repetitions, I will change it certainly.
I do enjoy reading novels. But every time I read, it is new one.”
And there she stood clueless,
Looking for right reasons for him,
As he walked away,
Probably thinking he won a battle,
Without even considering
That he may be losing the war-
A war within himself.
“He didn't mention sunrise though.
Did he forget to mention it or
Did he leave it purposely?”
She wondered as she watched him blend in the crowd.*
May 23, 2015
May 23, 2015 at 3:18 PM UTC
All I leave behind is lipstick marks,
and traces of perfume--
but never do I leave my heart
or things for future doom.
Jan 14, 2015
Jan 14, 2015 at 10:53 AM UTC