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Armand-DeamoJC Aug 2018
Darling what your words have claimed, is true. I have grown an affintity for you, and, but a mere fatuation would undermine my emotions for you. You could be as poor as the dictionary can describe it, but I would have no dispute with breaking bread on a futon in a one bedroom apartment, for my darling I would have you to share it with. I cannot explain in any way or word what linkage I feel towards you and what imminent, unborn quandry, disagreements or dilemas we might face. I'll be over and above to put those problems to their knees, shut them down and subjugate them. Eye, there will be exceptional recherche, eye there will be dissatisfactory and atrocious, but I vow to never slant in our interconnection. I'll stand by you during quandry and I'll stand by you in a war, because not only my heart that loves you so dearly, my soul has grown quite fond towards you, that never before have. And in all verity, I have gone far more than fall in love. I vow to preserve and protect thee love.
Better left alone
Colm Dec 2016
We are not entitled to exciting things.

Neither sunrise, nor sunset waits for any human hand.
It simply is, and you must be there to capture it, if you want, and you can.

Lest you complain, that you have been given a lesser chance than another man.

To live your life without the sleep you need, and sacrifice your hands and feet.
In pursuit of something far short of eternity.
I call that a distraction.

On your game again, you cannot help but play again.
Obsession mixed with practice, is but a single means of expressing passion.
Which may or may not be, for you, a form of extraction.

Pulling yourself from the reality of a dissatisfactory life.
Softening the blow to take, and heading down the wrong direction.
Time and time again, for goodness sake….

This life, this journey, will always be full of such mistakes.

But to let your doubts drive you away,
To let your fear of the unknown, leech the very passion of your life away,
By means of distraction.

That my friends, is a failure of action.
A surrender to the reaction of taking a check, and spending your small fraction.  
When every day, you’d grow in spirit, if you'd only renegade with your your passion.

Staggering home after half a day, while trying simply to escape, the prior day's’ inability and inaction.

But I digress. Remember this.

We are not entitled to live exciting lives of interaction.

We must first create and encourage, not inhibit,
The excitement within others,
Which motivates them towards their own action.

This my friends, is the very nature of passion.
a strong or extravagant fondness, enthusiasm, or desire for anything
Jack Savage Apr 2013
I am barely human
Touch is hilarious
But I find it dissatisfactory
I don't see it the same

I am, but a product
I've come to learn
And  learned to see
Organisms that my mechanism can hold in focus
I treasure them
But I don't feel their physical form
It's transparent to my being
Always end up  squeezing too hard
Or not tightly at all
It will never make sense to me
Tangibility is impossible
Now,
So overdosed with misery
And sympathy
I can't facilitate the human quality
Too many variables
The Wild Flower Nov 2015
Our memories are detestable but ironically they're my most revered.
The utmost mundane things consign euphoria to my mangled soul.

The idea of stargazing from abandoned homes and kissing in the pouring rain Was platitude in some eyes but distinguished in ours.

Reminiscing leaves me in a despondent state, because feelings were not reciprocated nor was I cognizant of this.
Frankly because you lead me to believe they were.

I was oblivious to your game and the prize for being victorious.  

And the lack of corresponding emotions fragmentized my heart, Inculcated my despondency and left me with a paucity of trust for those to come.

Disregarding all the dissatisfactory emotions, I still cherish the memories.

— The End —