"suprisingly" poems - Hello Poetry

mind stands solemnly in the middle, with logic and emotion on either side like devoted sentinels guarding a queen. "don't think about it," emotion says, batting her long lashes. "just do what feels right and follow your heart." "but sometimes," logic interjects with his sharp eyebrow cocked, "what feels right will hurt us in the long run." "do you want to try, and know, and fail?" emotion asks with suprisingly honest conviction. "or do you want to spend the rest of your life wondering what could have been?" "would you rather open your heart," logic counters thoughtfully and quickly, "and have a part of it stolen? or would you rather protect it all?" as mind wavers in the middle, she feels herself rip in two. half of herself stands upright, stiffly held under logic's watchful eye. the other half melts into emotion's warm embrace. her heart aches and she feels sick. the idea of following logic's advice would mean to ignore emotion's advice-- and to follow emotion's advice would mean ignoring the advice of logic. she looks back and forth pleadingly. logic's cadaverous stare seems to tell mind that only logic will solve this problem. but emotion smiles softly, and her eyes say that this way, though it may cause pain, will be the most rewarding. "neither choice is the right one," mind says finally, with a little bit of logic and a little bit of emotion. "but i must choose now, for soon i will not be able to make a choice at all. "then whose advice will you follow?" emotion questions carefully. "will you open your heart to love?" "or will you listen to me and protect yourself from unnecessary pain?" logic asks, eyebrow cocked again. "perhaps you are correct, logic, and i would do well to seal off my heart and never let anybody in." at these words, logic smirks knowingly, but mind continues anyway. "as for me, i think i would rather feel true, burning love and have to live with the scars than to be lonely, bitter, angry, and old and die without ever knowing how to love myself and somebody else." emotion does not gloat; she simply nods softly, encouraging mind to continue. "after all, is life not a journey of risks? how could we ever find peace and contentment without enduring a few bad decisions and learning from them?"

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Mar 21, 2012

Mar 21, 2012 at 3:16 AM UTC

jeanaly

logic and emotion

mind stands solemnly in the middle, with logic and emotion on either side like devoted sentinels guarding a queen. "don't think about it," emotion says, batting her long lashes. "just do what feels right and follow your heart." "but sometimes," logic interjects with his sharp eyebrow cocked, "what feels right will hurt us in the long run." "do you want to try, and know, and fail?" emotion asks with suprisingly honest conviction. "or do you want to spend the rest of your life wondering what could have been?" "would you rather open your heart," logic counters thoughtfully and quickly, "and have a part of it stolen? or would you rather protect it all?" as mind wavers in the middle, she feels herself rip in two. half of herself stands upright, stiffly held under logic's watchful eye. the other half melts into emotion's warm embrace. her heart aches and she feels sick. the idea of following logic's advice would mean to ignore emotion's advice-- and to follow emotion's advice would mean ignoring the advice of logic. she looks back and forth pleadingly. logic's cadaverous stare seems to tell mind that only logic will solve this problem. but emotion smiles softly, and her eyes say that this way, though it may cause pain, will be the most rewarding. "neither choice is the right one," mind says finally, with a little bit of logic and a little bit of emotion. "but i must choose now, for soon i will not be able to make a choice at all. "then whose advice will you follow?" emotion questions carefully. "will you open your heart to love?" "or will you listen to me and protect yourself from unnecessary pain?" logic asks, eyebrow cocked again. "perhaps you are correct, logic, and i would do well to seal off my heart and never let anybody in." at these words, logic smirks knowingly, but mind continues anyway. "as for me, i think i would rather feel true, burning love and have to live with the scars than to be lonely, bitter, angry, and old and die without ever knowing how to love myself and somebody else." emotion does not gloat; she simply nods softly, encouraging mind to continue. "after all, is life not a journey of risks? how could we ever find peace and contentment without enduring a few bad decisions and learning from them?"