"contradictories" poems

a salutation, a benediction, a good wish yet one so troubling, not from a lacking, of sincerity but from opacity opacity~ the quality or state of a body that makes it impervious to the rays of light; the condition of lacking transparency or translucence; opaqueness "Because space is a vacuum, these good wish waves can travel unimpeded and at a constant speed through empty space, eventually interacting with objects like planets and telescopes upon arrival" but I am not a vacuum, a void, and do not exist within one, here in my surroundings, is much interface interference, the light you send, has bounced around endlessly forever, till it may have hit its intended target, me within, without, and surely has picked up some tagalong amoeba, bacteria, outside contradictories that may have changed its very nature, its purity disturbed, "Pure light" contains a single wavelength or frequency and cannot be broken down into other colors but my confusion is indeed a spectrum of Joseph's many colors, clashing and thrashing with each other, cohering but not of necessity, cohering, this a metaphor, you so lightly send my way, let us redirect its warm sensibility sensitivity, let us take an /our inner glow; diffuse if one cannot send light across the cosmos, maybe across the Interpet, but just verbally, send to me please, absolutely, tagged "for immediate delivery" and I will store all of it, in my glass jar, next to my heart, and just glow from within to the with out

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Sep 30, 2025

Sep 30, 2025 at 5:04 PM UTC

sir-humbug

"sending you light"

a salutation, a benediction, a good wish yet one so troubling, not from a lacking, of sincerity but from opacity opacity~ the quality or state of a body that makes it impervious to the rays of light; the condition of lacking transparency or translucence; opaqueness "Because space is a vacuum, these good wish waves can travel unimpeded and at a constant speed through empty space, eventually interacting with objects like planets and telescopes upon arrival" but I am not a vacuum, a void, and do not exist within one, here in my surroundings, is much interface interference, the light you send, has bounced around endlessly forever, till it may have hit its intended target, me within, without, and surely has picked up some tagalong amoeba, bacteria, outside contradictories that may have changed its very nature, its purity disturbed, "Pure light" contains a single wavelength or frequency and cannot be broken down into other colors but my confusion is indeed a spectrum of Joseph's many colors, clashing and thrashing with each other, cohering but not of necessity, cohering, this a metaphor, you so lightly send my way, let us redirect its warm sensibility sensitivity, let us take an /our inner glow; diffuse if one cannot send light across the cosmos, maybe across the Interpet, but just verbally, send to me please, absolutely, tagged "for immediate delivery" and I will store all of it, in my glass jar, next to my heart, and just glow from within to the with out

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the woven intercept *the crescendo soft ascending, commandeers our riveting, we do not surrender, taken, nonetheless, our deference to an elegant wand wave, combo hopeful and all encompassing, the helplessness both well understood the progression higher, steady on, a rapture going to a defined ending, concluding voyage occluded, for now, but the setting sun rays us a plan, a path, teasingly, soto voce lips moving, “this way” follow on the unsteady water restraining resistance failing, flailing weakly, it is both early morning and late afternoon, the light warms, but each, a timbre different, the pitch and intensity tho one and the same, yet, order confused, still, we are given-in giving in unwillingly absolution unrequested, but awarded anyway, shelter from the storm of safe and warm, children begin first school day, but adults know better, beginnings full of risks unforeseen, the season changes, normalized, but would be refused if we could the waiver offered, the woven intercept read, emotional intelligence so fragile, on and on, sidekicks, lovers, connected by a dotted line highway, the space between permitting anything we want, but contradictories say, wanting everything, impossible but the viable solution singular how do we leave it then? we leave it thus, clarified, separation is a kind of attachment, voidable, when, kissing comes calling, from all around the world, the crescendo ends, we each have read the intercept, it concusses, interpretations differing, yet we don’t care lying through embracing lips* our tune is a mismatched matching, a vision ending and yet anew hatching, this is love, understanding, undefinable, undefeated, a changeling definition, paths possessing multi-endings, loving is the unceasingly, desirable imperfect struggling unique, singular just like everyone else’s 9/4/19 9:07am nml (she'll know)

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Sep 7, 2019

Sep 7, 2019 at 2:14 PM UTC

nat-lipstadt

the woven intercept

the woven intercept *the crescendo soft ascending, commandeers our riveting, we do not surrender, taken, nonetheless, our deference to an elegant wand wave, combo hopeful and all encompassing, the helplessness both well understood the progression higher, steady on, a rapture going to a defined ending, concluding voyage occluded, for now, but the setting sun rays us a plan, a path, teasingly, soto voce lips moving, “this way” follow on the unsteady water restraining resistance failing, flailing weakly, it is both early morning and late afternoon, the light warms, but each, a timbre different, the pitch and intensity tho one and the same, yet, order confused, still, we are given-in giving in unwillingly absolution unrequested, but awarded anyway, shelter from the storm of safe and warm, children begin first school day, but adults know better, beginnings full of risks unforeseen, the season changes, normalized, but would be refused if we could the waiver offered, the woven intercept read, emotional intelligence so fragile, on and on, sidekicks, lovers, connected by a dotted line highway, the space between permitting anything we want, but contradictories say, wanting everything, impossible but the viable solution singular how do we leave it then? we leave it thus, clarified, separation is a kind of attachment, voidable, when, kissing comes calling, from all around the world, the crescendo ends, we each have read the intercept, it concusses, interpretations differing, yet we don’t care lying through embracing lips* our tune is a mismatched matching, a vision ending and yet anew hatching, this is love, understanding, undefinable, undefeated, a changeling definition, paths possessing multi-endings, loving is the unceasingly, desirable imperfect struggling unique, singular just like everyone else’s 9/4/19 9:07am nml (she'll know)

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Streets as hot as metal Where bodies turn to ice Bullets litter cracked sidewalks That broke the sad stoplights. Laughs flood through the fences With shattered slides and dreams The man passed by this every day With feelings that tested seams. Every day, the same old thing Drugs erupting from the bricks Graffiti covering an old cafe Crime makes this city tick. Another young kid crying For he hasn't got a home Another car's been totaled The wrath road rage has shown. Another playground built again Trying to make the town look clean He can't ignore the orange jumpsuits That stick around to plant some trees. Blood stains here and flowers there Take a stroll down Contrast Street Ignoring grimy street vendors Cause he's heard they've got the creeps. Another gun shot in the air Another cry for help Another pretty restaurant And people trying to convince themselves. That maybe it's not happening Someone will come along who cares Someone else, take care of that! Me? No, don't you even dare. So I guess this can just keep happening These walking contradictories You're defeating your own purpose We're losing, don't you see?

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Jan 1, 2014

Jan 1, 2014 at 5:34 PM UTC

kirsten-lovely

Home

Streets as hot as metal Where bodies turn to ice Bullets litter cracked sidewalks That broke the sad stoplights. Laughs flood through the fences With shattered slides and dreams The man passed by this every day With feelings that tested seams. Every day, the same old thing Drugs erupting from the bricks Graffiti covering an old cafe Crime makes this city tick. Another young kid crying For he hasn't got a home Another car's been totaled The wrath road rage has shown. Another playground built again Trying to make the town look clean He can't ignore the orange jumpsuits That stick around to plant some trees. Blood stains here and flowers there Take a stroll down Contrast Street Ignoring grimy street vendors Cause he's heard they've got the creeps. Another gun shot in the air Another cry for help Another pretty restaurant And people trying to convince themselves. That maybe it's not happening Someone will come along who cares Someone else, take care of that! Me? No, don't you even dare. So I guess this can just keep happening These walking contradictories You're defeating your own purpose We're losing, don't you see?

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are these the biggest contradictories? preaching to be free while predicting to feel demeaned foreseen scenes where no other option than depletion will falsely make you feel complete stay alive for a feeling not yet felt in the meantime prohibiting reality with an induced sense of youth continuing until the word consequence becomes solely a sequence of letters

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Sep 26, 2014

Sep 26, 2014 at 7:44 PM UTC

alexandraottas

contradictory

are these the biggest contradictories? preaching to be free while predicting to feel demeaned foreseen scenes where no other option than depletion will falsely make you feel complete stay alive for a feeling not yet felt in the meantime prohibiting reality with an induced sense of youth continuing until the word consequence becomes solely a sequence of letters

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morning contradictories: mourning our poems, falling stars awaken to a sunshiny Saturday, the lazys, their coverlet of flowers, inhibit our movements, now, as it nears high noon, we have yet from our bed stir August has be-come, the grass pockets of gray and green, swaths of sunburn brown, reveal how far along the North American summer has poetry passed, irretrievable reading your messages and notes from world over, lazy licking you poems so many, delighting, ponderous and oft heroic, as well, weeping as too many become fallen stars each grass blade, from earth born and returned, the nutrients preserved in our sandy soil, intended to nurture next summer’s poesy new birthrights, green+browned, weep+smile, mutual contradictories these poem best friends, passing by each other at lifecycle’s multi-paths, metaphors for our too many morning stirrings, most to be falling like stars that, though in motion, need not come to rest ever, their movement attracts a one…lasting look it nears noon, it nears this poem’s timely finishing touch, straighten its tie, smooth its skirted pleats, a forehead implant kiss goodbye, sent on its way to find its own weight, no parent ere admit, it leaves, with tear-burst showers falling… August 1 2020 noon

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Aug 1, 2020

Aug 1, 2020 at 12:06 PM UTC

left-foot

morning contradictories: mourning our poems, falling stars

morning contradictories: mourning our poems, falling stars awaken to a sunshiny Saturday, the lazys, their coverlet of flowers, inhibit our movements, now, as it nears high noon, we have yet from our bed stir August has be-come, the grass pockets of gray and green, swaths of sunburn brown, reveal how far along the North American summer has poetry passed, irretrievable reading your messages and notes from world over, lazy licking you poems so many, delighting, ponderous and oft heroic, as well, weeping as too many become fallen stars each grass blade, from earth born and returned, the nutrients preserved in our sandy soil, intended to nurture next summer’s poesy new birthrights, green+browned, weep+smile, mutual contradictories these poem best friends, passing by each other at lifecycle’s multi-paths, metaphors for our too many morning stirrings, most to be falling like stars that, though in motion, need not come to rest ever, their movement attracts a one…lasting look it nears noon, it nears this poem’s timely finishing touch, straighten its tie, smooth its skirted pleats, a forehead implant kiss goodbye, sent on its way to find its own weight, no parent ere admit, it leaves, with tear-burst showers falling… August 1 2020 noon

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she said: *you are a man knowing cruel, knowing hard, with strangest soft skin, a funny way of talking, lick my face with your words so I’ll learn, to be tough and tender too, this I want, wanted* he replied: **life gave me splinters, broken from rough edges, left under my exterior to fester, blister, and scar, life licked my face, taught me mean, and the words that came with that, were sand papered on my skin** she answered: *I’m not blind, I can feel, smell your contradictories, want your antibodies in my blood, survival skills, to be what I am not, and keep too, what I’ve got, to be infected and protected, knowing words defensive* he listened: **what you desire, is the health that comes after, after what you don’t understand, until you’ve loved, lost, been beaten down so that getting up is miraculous, this unteachable, this licking by words** she insisted: *your arrhythmic rhymes, skinflint perspectives, this is what I ask, what I need, what you can give, what is in your possess, what you need to unburden, making me better for making you lessened* he wept: and said nothing. for nothing taught appreciating silence and that, ***was the beginning, of what she wanted, of what he did not, of what he gives reluctantly*** 8:16AM Wed May 20 Isle of Mind

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May 20, 2020

May 20, 2020 at 8:26 AM UTC

fearfulpoet

lick a face with words

she said: *you are a man knowing cruel, knowing hard, with strangest soft skin, a funny way of talking, lick my face with your words so I’ll learn, to be tough and tender too, this I want, wanted* he replied: **life gave me splinters, broken from rough edges, left under my exterior to fester, blister, and scar, life licked my face, taught me mean, and the words that came with that, were sand papered on my skin** she answered: *I’m not blind, I can feel, smell your contradictories, want your antibodies in my blood, survival skills, to be what I am not, and keep too, what I’ve got, to be infected and protected, knowing words defensive* he listened: **what you desire, is the health that comes after, after what you don’t understand, until you’ve loved, lost, been beaten down so that getting up is miraculous, this unteachable, this licking by words** she insisted: *your arrhythmic rhymes, skinflint perspectives, this is what I ask, what I need, what you can give, what is in your possess, what you need to unburden, making me better for making you lessened* he wept: and said nothing. for nothing taught appreciating silence and that, ***was the beginning, of what she wanted, of what he did not, of what he gives reluctantly*** 8:16AM Wed May 20 Isle of Mind

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expertise irrelevant, a knowing recognition where & when & why, venn diagram inflection points intersect, and also confine the nirvana nexus on a line of dots in a movingly motion connected by a formula that has an equal 🟰 in its muddly middle the man’s best sole instructions to her only solve! me when in an moveable interaction the power of rushing baking cake & it’s filling is akin to trying to hold back a bucking stream that cannot both be ****** or dammed running words, making you obsessed to remember every detail, but commas only, never a period interrupting continuity no essential points of exit and entry and yet… you cold stop to breathe wondering how came you to be a container intertwining motifs and motives, desires contradictory, control contrives to be a controversy pressured pressed together, and you want to stop, go, turnings to touch, she be tablet and he the pen, and you wrack to remember each detail, the poem complete or will confusions reign supreme and all the fantastical schemes are shot to hell, ink spilled, house doused and she good naturedly laughs at you, cause she knows poet better than himself and forgives him his inspirational dazes and gazes of confusion because it is hard to give when giving birth to a dream’s obsessive demands to love one more than the other each deserves no rival, just a final fini, she wants the same, but the heart is where he keeps hid, exactly what she needs, so forgives a little, because loving a crazy man after all these years is taking the excesses costly cause that be an insanity desired, what she loves, the dusky duo inside him a constant battle re fusing resolving the man’s contradictories, that she cherishes him for more, his mired mind, more and laughs at mores, cause it is never ending; his more is feature why she loves him very best, she showers and laughs, he rushes in puzzlement featured on his face, so invites him in and as he falls to his knees in a watery embrace, while grasping her hips, she states with a finality: “‘ ”let us discuss the importance of proper endings”

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Oct 4, 2024

Oct 4, 2024 at 4:38 PM UTC

stillcrazyafteralltheseye

recreational writing & ***

expertise irrelevant, a knowing recognition where & when & why, venn diagram inflection points intersect, and also confine the nirvana nexus on a line of dots in a movingly motion connected by a formula that has an equal 🟰 in its muddly middle the man’s best sole instructions to her only solve! me when in an moveable interaction the power of rushing baking cake & it’s filling is akin to trying to hold back a bucking stream that cannot both be ****** or dammed running words, making you obsessed to remember every detail, but commas only, never a period interrupting continuity no essential points of exit and entry and yet… you cold stop to breathe wondering how came you to be a container intertwining motifs and motives, desires contradictory, control contrives to be a controversy pressured pressed together, and you want to stop, go, turnings to touch, she be tablet and he the pen, and you wrack to remember each detail, the poem complete or will confusions reign supreme and all the fantastical schemes are shot to hell, ink spilled, house doused and she good naturedly laughs at you, cause she knows poet better than himself and forgives him his inspirational dazes and gazes of confusion because it is hard to give when giving birth to a dream’s obsessive demands to love one more than the other each deserves no rival, just a final fini, she wants the same, but the heart is where he keeps hid, exactly what she needs, so forgives a little, because loving a crazy man after all these years is taking the excesses costly cause that be an insanity desired, what she loves, the dusky duo inside him a constant battle re fusing resolving the man’s contradictories, that she cherishes him for more, his mired mind, more and laughs at mores, cause it is never ending; his more is feature why she loves him very best, she showers and laughs, he rushes in puzzlement featured on his face, so invites him in and as he falls to his knees in a watery embrace, while grasping her hips, she states with a finality: “‘ ”let us discuss the importance of proper endings”

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I don't know much beyond the bounds Of my biological ups and downs, But I can see the vastness of meaning Pondering objects around which are found. Now I don't preach dogma or Belief that drowns in its own contradictories, I am not fighting for one side or the other to ensure a profitable victory. But what I want is an isolated moment of freedom That is fully mine to enjoy, To express my essence in every situation Without feeling nervous to restrict thoughts or feelings. Is this a crazy request in 2015? However the present is ever present. I don't wish to go beyond or to conquer large bounds; I just want to be a free man right now, without humans being illegal. See it's not just a war on righteousness or justice, it's a war on people.. Ponder what you will, and pursue the heart of things..

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Mar 17, 2015

Mar 17, 2015 at 10:11 AM UTC

Aranyani

Classic Insurgent

I don't know much beyond the bounds Of my biological ups and downs, But I can see the vastness of meaning Pondering objects around which are found. Now I don't preach dogma or Belief that drowns in its own contradictories, I am not fighting for one side or the other to ensure a profitable victory. But what I want is an isolated moment of freedom That is fully mine to enjoy, To express my essence in every situation Without feeling nervous to restrict thoughts or feelings. Is this a crazy request in 2015? However the present is ever present. I don't wish to go beyond or to conquer large bounds; I just want to be a free man right now, without humans being illegal. See it's not just a war on righteousness or justice, it's a war on people.. Ponder what you will, and pursue the heart of things..

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quantum poetry paradoxes <> forArianna who sometimes hears opera by night, but always sees poetry <> what we are is unique, at the molecular level, our DNA is microscopic visible, in every letter, comma and even the false white spaces of universes expanding, black holes ******* in fooled passerby’s, burning out and disappearing as invisible forces create and dilapidate - simultaneously this our poems are finite but never complete, explorers sent knowing they will never return, and if they do, though their poems unchanged, but all the readers older, deformed and/or dead think on it! the world of you has revolutionized many times since you started reading this prose, you have birthed and seen cells die by the millions by the time you’ve read this sad stanza twice and glory hallelujah uttered! so go ahead, create and die simultaneously I give you answers, though you ask for none, you keep on breathing beating, beating pumping apparatus paradoxically insists you live even as it wears out with each stroking, explain these minute contradictories as your consciousness refracts and absorbs these many mighty infinite finalities of the quantum poetry paradoxes 12:34pm EST

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Aug 25, 2019

Aug 25, 2019 at 12:41 PM UTC

poetoftheway

quantum poetry paradoxes

quantum poetry paradoxes <> forArianna who sometimes hears opera by night, but always sees poetry <> what we are is unique, at the molecular level, our DNA is microscopic visible, in every letter, comma and even the false white spaces of universes expanding, black holes ******* in fooled passerby’s, burning out and disappearing as invisible forces create and dilapidate - simultaneously this our poems are finite but never complete, explorers sent knowing they will never return, and if they do, though their poems unchanged, but all the readers older, deformed and/or dead think on it! the world of you has revolutionized many times since you started reading this prose, you have birthed and seen cells die by the millions by the time you’ve read this sad stanza twice and glory hallelujah uttered! so go ahead, create and die simultaneously I give you answers, though you ask for none, you keep on breathing beating, beating pumping apparatus paradoxically insists you live even as it wears out with each stroking, explain these minute contradictories as your consciousness refracts and absorbs these many mighty infinite finalities of the quantum poetry paradoxes 12:34pm EST

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This can't be much more simple and easier to understand, words simply slide out of my mouth and reach the ground. Tasteless contradictories tickle your ear as you try to scream your demand, I can't help but giggle so sadistically at your voice's sound. "Leave me alone, I didn't want this!", Screams your hoarse lungs. "Maybe thinking it through would've put you in less **** filters my voice like a thousand love songs. Crying deeply and in immense confusion you run, I can't help but notice the overflow of regret swallowing your soul. Solemnly you will stand there for another half of a second to process what I sung, and you can definitely feel my eyes suddenly turn cold. "Are you sad or happy?", you ask in sorrowful tears. "I can see you are just trying to sappy." I giggle loudly at the thought of you trying to conquer your fears. "Once upon a time..." says you, you idiot, "You can think it, but it will never come true. Lies were made to strike down you." "So why not a happy ending?" you ask, trying to escape it, "Because," I began, "I hold the happy, but you have the ending, and nothing will bring them together, in all truth." "Violence was created from your eyes, as you sought out your happy, However, that happy was me, which you deliberately threw away. Why now, of all times, have you come to ask for it all shabby, When I no longer see you as you, but as an angel gone horribly astray?" "I'm tired of the lies and of the "I don't care"'s, I want you to see what will really rip you apart inside. I want everything to fall so you can take it in really deep, in a scared stare, I want you to see this true nightmare that I can become, when from me, all my happiness was pried." With that I walked away, knowing what hurt, hand in hand with another lady that made me happy. Yes, I know this sounds just plain out absurd, but listen. Stay away from those who make you snappy.

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Apr 11, 2011

Apr 11, 2011 at 9:42 AM UTC

andrew-elkins

Happy?

This can't be much more simple and easier to understand, words simply slide out of my mouth and reach the ground. Tasteless contradictories tickle your ear as you try to scream your demand, I can't help but giggle so sadistically at your voice's sound. "Leave me alone, I didn't want this!", Screams your hoarse lungs. "Maybe thinking it through would've put you in less **** filters my voice like a thousand love songs. Crying deeply and in immense confusion you run, I can't help but notice the overflow of regret swallowing your soul. Solemnly you will stand there for another half of a second to process what I sung, and you can definitely feel my eyes suddenly turn cold. "Are you sad or happy?", you ask in sorrowful tears. "I can see you are just trying to sappy." I giggle loudly at the thought of you trying to conquer your fears. "Once upon a time..." says you, you idiot, "You can think it, but it will never come true. Lies were made to strike down you." "So why not a happy ending?" you ask, trying to escape it, "Because," I began, "I hold the happy, but you have the ending, and nothing will bring them together, in all truth." "Violence was created from your eyes, as you sought out your happy, However, that happy was me, which you deliberately threw away. Why now, of all times, have you come to ask for it all shabby, When I no longer see you as you, but as an angel gone horribly astray?" "I'm tired of the lies and of the "I don't care"'s, I want you to see what will really rip you apart inside. I want everything to fall so you can take it in really deep, in a scared stare, I want you to see this true nightmare that I can become, when from me, all my happiness was pried." With that I walked away, knowing what hurt, hand in hand with another lady that made me happy. Yes, I know this sounds just plain out absurd, but listen. Stay away from those who make you snappy.

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we are alone—together juxtaposed chromatic films, visible darkness screaming silence, vivid eyes, melancholic smiles, savoring your sweet lies.

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Jan 19, 2018

Jan 19, 2018 at 5:21 AM UTC

liebestraum

colliding contradictories

we are alone—together juxtaposed chromatic films, visible darkness screaming silence, vivid eyes, melancholic smiles, savoring your sweet lies.

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What is that thing that is called love? Some people believe it is a gift from above Others say it brings nothing but pain Maybe it is a one way train When you take your path You could never go back again It may take you to the happiness door Or maybe make you taste life's sore! Maybe love is just like the rain You never know how hard it would be Or how long it would last Love could come so fast I mean love from the first sight Or it could take so long time to be meant to be.. to be so right Love could put you into darkness And could bring you the brightest light! Love is like the fire Such a mysterious desire But weather it is going to warm your heart Or burn your home You can never forsee it from the start You can never tell If It is going to lead you to heavens Or is it going to lead you to hell! Love could take you from the cold And make you feel so warm Love is like a rose Beautiful but also with thorns that could harm! Love could be like glass If you dropp it, it shatters And never be put completly back together But love can also be like porceline Never cracks & stays forever It is so strange How could such a small word hold so many contradictories? ! A small word but with so many question marks It is such a complicated feeling That confuses any human being Love is so precious Love is a treasure Love is not cheap Love is when you can't fall asleep For reality is better than dreams And life is sweeter than it seams Love comes from the heart Not the brain You don't know when it starts You don't think about it You just feel it over and over again Love is not Just the saying of words But the giving of one self Love is caring Love is daring And most of All Love is sharing Love is not to live in fears Love is not a matter of counting years But making the years count Love is Telling, listening, understanding, Respecting the truth and never pretending True love does NOT have a happy ending! True love does NOT have an ending! Love.. some say it is blind But I say Love gives you a third eye To make it easy for you to find Who is worthy? ! ! Love | Shreyash Ghosh

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Jan 19, 2019

Jan 19, 2019 at 7:27 PM UTC

anonymous_douleur

Love

What is that thing that is called love? Some people believe it is a gift from above Others say it brings nothing but pain Maybe it is a one way train When you take your path You could never go back again It may take you to the happiness door Or maybe make you taste life's sore! Maybe love is just like the rain You never know how hard it would be Or how long it would last Love could come so fast I mean love from the first sight Or it could take so long time to be meant to be.. to be so right Love could put you into darkness And could bring you the brightest light! Love is like the fire Such a mysterious desire But weather it is going to warm your heart Or burn your home You can never forsee it from the start You can never tell If It is going to lead you to heavens Or is it going to lead you to hell! Love could take you from the cold And make you feel so warm Love is like a rose Beautiful but also with thorns that could harm! Love could be like glass If you dropp it, it shatters And never be put completly back together But love can also be like porceline Never cracks & stays forever It is so strange How could such a small word hold so many contradictories? ! A small word but with so many question marks It is such a complicated feeling That confuses any human being Love is so precious Love is a treasure Love is not cheap Love is when you can't fall asleep For reality is better than dreams And life is sweeter than it seams Love comes from the heart Not the brain You don't know when it starts You don't think about it You just feel it over and over again Love is not Just the saying of words But the giving of one self Love is caring Love is daring And most of All Love is sharing Love is not to live in fears Love is not a matter of counting years But making the years count Love is Telling, listening, understanding, Respecting the truth and never pretending True love does NOT have a happy ending! True love does NOT have an ending! Love.. some say it is blind But I say Love gives you a third eye To make it easy for you to find Who is worthy? ! ! Love | Shreyash Ghosh

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