#effortless
I don't want to learn to love you
I just want it to be true
You and me versus the universe
Nothing separating us two
I don't want to learn to love you
I just want to feel it there
Butterflies in my belly
Your hands tangled in my hair
I don't want to learn to love you
It should just be a fact
Whatever obstacles are around us
Doesn't matter, they say opposites attract
Apr 9
Apr 9, 2026 at 10:01 AM UTC
our thoughts are cradled like an unexperienced parent.
our willingness to be in each others work.
to watch is to live. to live is to watch.
films speak more on how we see our worth to
others...
maybe it's the other way around.
the campus is giving 90s teen drama.
motion pictures is why we are
here.
i am the star.
no, is she. or is he. wait, it's
all of us...
it's the thought counts. it's the frames that
count. it's the thoughts that dictate the rate.
the obligation expands as some of the angels cry over
us. protecting the rest.
some scream like the students in 'cleaners'.
does the comedy make us think? or cry instead in the
seats of
cine lawan --
Me, [insert your name here], a filmmaker. we all win
an award or two. some of us do.
we still keep creating.
my thoughts hold me in a loose trance. dancing with
me in the heat -- walking
with me the rain.
the white lady - i mean ghost- must have stopped recording since
we can here our voices again.
is the world even gonna end? says a fragile student
two rows in front of me. their back facing her
front.
it's giving blue and hidden in the dark. illuminated
by the works of art.
cinema. it's films. movies.
that a big reason i'm alive.
it's a reason to continue
even if there is not a quick
fix to life.
films give us life. or is it
the other way
around?
as the filmmakers desends into madness -
i mean their seats,
they soak the experimental footage,
red dirt sprinkled everywhere in
a ditch--
one weeps and the other takes a shot
for a share later.
everything happens because we filmed it.
thought it. cast it. documented. recorded.
edited.
distributed.
a feedback loop.
we think we know how the plot will unfold.
i see the colors from the projections even
as i look ahead. Still. Here.
I am still here as
my thoughts-
Mar 15, 2025
Mar 15, 2025 at 10:21 PM UTC
Loving you is my greatest achievement.
Who knew that a task so demanding
could be maintained so effortlessly?
My greatest achievement is loving you.
Who would have guessed that emotions so powerful
would eventually be so simple to convey?
Loving you isn’t easy,
loving anyone never is,
but it is my greatest achievement of all.
May 19, 2021
May 19, 2021 at 8:53 PM UTC
As I am
As you are
As we were before trying to fit into a shapeless world
We found a place in each other's heart...
As we are
So flawless
So effortless
We fit into the shape of love.
Mar 9, 2021
Mar 9, 2021 at 9:32 AM UTC
One doesn't always agree
But those who trust
A common ground
Not known to all
That bonds
Somewhere
With that gentle waves
Feeling truly free
One may lay bare soul
To keep you warm
Search a reason
To believe
Some magic
Merged with truth
To find a way
That way is love
Jan 2, 2021
Jan 2, 2021 at 5:54 PM UTC
my skin opens up effortlessly
revealing the source of life behind
it seeps through the cracks
revealing its secrets to my mind
the burning sensation tingles
finally letting me feel the pain
the streak of red like no other
finally showing the world i'm insane
the sense of release so rewarding
letting me relax inside my body
this may not seem so healthy to others, i'm
letting you know i truly am sorry
Jun 27, 2020
Jun 27, 2020 at 6:35 PM UTC
I want to hold you in my arms
to shield you from the world
like holding a dandelion,
I want to make sure that the
wind
doesn't blow you away
Mar 21, 2019
Mar 21, 2019 at 6:57 PM UTC
#*The verses write themselves
Words of life
The writer
Possessed*#
Mar 17, 2019
Mar 17, 2019 at 10:37 AM UTC
***
between two people
should be effortless
a series of seamless emotions
intertwined within each other
creating a moment unaffected
by time
Feb 7, 2019
Feb 7, 2019 at 9:35 PM UTC
Another night savoring of loneliness,
when he stumbled upon a pretty countess.
Her gleaming eyes ready to cast a spell,
as she goes round and round on a carousel.
Galloping up on the wooden horse,
wishing to get ahead of time,
She couldn’t care less about the crowd
as she took off on cloud nine.
Enchanted with her grace and beauty galore,
He didn’t realize he was a mere paviour.
Expressing his love for her will be nothing but a crime,
When a voice interrupted his thoughts,
“Get off lady, you have no dime”.
Embarrassed and disheartened,
she ran off into the woods,
That moment it struck him,
she possesses no worldly goods.
In the hope to chase her through the blur,
the only fear in his heart was of losing her.
There she was sitting alone by the pond.
One gaze, and they instantly felt the bond.
She sobbed “I’m no princess”,
but he firmly said “will you be my bride?”,
And, this is how their love story began,
on a beautiful Carousel Ride!
Dec 30, 2018
Dec 30, 2018 at 8:02 AM UTC
I want to be mysterious
I want to be the kind of girl
who leaves pieces of herself
with different people, all around the world
so that no one knows her full story
but it is all there
for some potential dedicated soul to discover.
I want to be a puzzle
that everyone thinks they have figured out
and all I do is smirk
because they have no idea
what they're talking about.
I want my life to seem effortless
my world falls gracefully into place around me
to the wonder of everyone else
but all according to my plan.
But that is not me.
I love fiercely, and with reckless abandon.
I tell the world my story in hopes that
someone will care enough about it
to stick around to watch the rest of it to play out.
I care. Deeply. About a lot of things.
So much so that it hurts.
I stop to watch squirrels munch on their dinner
and would much rather talk to a child about nothing at all
than have an adult conversation.
I am not mysterious. I am no puzzle. Nothing about me is effortless.
I am an open book with her heart on her sleeve
yearning and searching for true human connection
somewhere in this vast cold expanse.
But what's so wrong with that?
Apr 3, 2018
Apr 3, 2018 at 10:47 PM UTC
I See a picture,
Dear with color bright.
Its whimsical strokes,
A smooth, but lovely, Sight.
I Smell the paint,
A sense not faded yet.
Like prints left exposed,
With the trail's fine Scent.
But underestimated, the Tool,
And ability to express
The ideas my head
Conjures as a coordinated mess.
Yes, the paintbrush,
Much simpler than I,
Yet it works its hardest,
While I don't even try.
Feb 25, 2018
Feb 25, 2018 at 2:31 PM UTC
I believe we all have someone destined to be with us...
I believe in destiny...
Showing love, affection and giving attention to my soulmate will be effortless, I believe...
Not just for few months or a year like other relationships we've had, but, forever...
Pure happiness...
Pure love...
Look at someone and all my body and soul scream "I love you" "I love everything about you, the flaws too"
Not just for a year or two... But, forever...
I believe that the person destined to be with me will love me for who I am...
And the things the others told me to change? Will make my soulmate love me more...
Love and be loved for long long years and still feel like we're dating for a week.
Yes, I believe in that and I hope I'm not being naive.
Jan 12, 2017
Jan 12, 2017 at 5:05 PM UTC
Effortless Falling
My Endless Adoration
Helpless Before You
Aug 25, 2016
Aug 25, 2016 at 8:57 PM UTC
A handful of berries,
A heart full of joy,
These are the moments,
In the summer to enjoy.
The lightness of Your body,
Your eyes have a gleam,
Living is so effortless
It nowadays seems.
Bathing in the sunrays,
Mind is at ease,
These are the days,
You should undoubtedly seize.
Jun 4, 2015
Jun 4, 2015 at 5:57 AM UTC
Everything that I complain about isn't even that ugly. Sometimes things **** a little but I never let it consume me.
Some things are simply a riddle and you just move on.
You come to know what feelings are the easiest and I've always found being happy quite effortless.
Being upset is a chore.
Don't stress,
There's always more.
Dec 26, 2014
Dec 26, 2014 at 4:43 AM UTC
I crushed my heart against a blank page.
And I watched as the bare white of the page disappeared
behind the thick layer of maroon I smeared.
I composed a symphony
that consisted of every sound that had ever resurrected a grim memory.
I sought solace in pain, it was the only constant I had ever known.
I had intended to perform this song for her.
I had hoped that she would find comfort in my pain
the way I found comfort in her rapid heart beat.
So I silently chanted what I had prepared while neatly folding the sheet.
I am sure every fold is symmetrical, just before stuffing it into my pocket.
Our eyes met and my insides collapsed as she stared into me.
I fumbled to grasp my confessions.
But once I held the creased sheet before her, stabbing me with silence
she swiftly made her way to a desk and burrowed her head in her arms.
Immediatly after lifting her head she began to scribble furiously.
Her pen bled onto the paper
and
I watched her mind melt onto the page.
How effortless I thought.
Sep 19, 2014
Sep 19, 2014 at 11:57 PM UTC
I try to care.
I do.
Time clings desperately
hold to a past with such meaning.
Change has pushed apart
a friendship which was once so close.
Try to prolong connection
while new focuses divert our direction.
I put forth effort in such continuation
and grasp onto what is left.
You let me go so effortlessly.
May 4, 2014
May 4, 2014 at 1:57 PM UTC