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My Dissertation On LoveMy Dissertation On Love
Here is my master's thesis,
what separates us apart from rhesus :
Monkeys and men see and those with a will do
whatever it takes to see it through.
These love games these mind fucks these torturous teasings
Rapturous feelings deep from inside defy all reasonings and meaning
There's no logic just gravity and fate
and these particles of humanity speed by
arriving neither early nor late
but just between the hours of temptation and racing heart rate
and when colliding seas merge they form rogue waves
that consume everything they touch
and with their fierce waters they bathe
our bodies like babbling brooks taking their sweet course
over love's Victoria falls.
I'll be your bungee cord
With my heart pinned to the wall.
Dare we take the plunge for'd?
G-forces of attraction in acceleration towards
delirious kissing and risking it all
leaving your heart wide open taking down your wary walls
will this love be the one to end them? Will I fall again or will we
Put their weak
Natural DisasterEvery time you look at me
I get earthquakes fissures tectonic plates rupturing and smashing together
glaciers rumbling cracking breaking off into the raging sea inside me
searing heat lightning crashing thunderbolts that
blow apart volcanos leaving flowing rivers of molten emotion
waterspouts tornados and hurricane rains twisting me into oblivion
and torrential floods of feelings breaking forth
that shatter my world into a million shards of itself
Love is like a plantLove is like a plant.
It starts from a tiny seed. A glance. A hello. A smile. A kind word.
It breaks you free from your shell and makes you reach for the light.
It is your confidence, and your hope keeping you through the night.
But you must give it water and good soil so its roots grow deep.
Fresh affections and a pure heart, willing to forgive, accept imperfections, and take a faithful leap.
Only then can the plant flourish, and without good sun it may wither away.
With good cheer and a positive attitude it will grow strong else it may go stray.
But some loves blossom and bear fruit, passing the seeds on to the next generation.
The children and the knowledge and the cycle of love all over again.
To be replayed on the stage til the celestial curtain draws to a close
and even the brilliant fires of the stars shall cool and fade.
To The Woman Of My DreamsWon't you come to me?
To hold my hand and lace our fingers intertwined?
Won't you come and find me?
To kiss my cheek and hear me say I'm glad you're mine?
Won't you make your way into my life this year?
And whisper I love you in my ear?
Please keep looking, because I've been here all along
We've been waiting for each other for so long
But every day is a step closer to lying in each other's arms
Don't give up, I'm waiting for you too
I'll fight for our future it won't come to harm
Because I know we'll survive the harshest weather
And our hearts will only grow closer together
Stay with me spend with me the rest of our lives
When you look in my eyes my heart skips a beat
And if you keep staring at me I will die of heat stroke and flush for sure
Grab me hold me close and kiss me I'm yours
Your gaze lights the way into my heart
You drive away the darkness and leave your love and art.
So please keep looking for me I'll be waiting right here
I want this to be the last lonely year
There is an
The ChaseEye contact is intimate
looking back for more
hoping for clarity
two souls invocation
hungry for information
do they like me too?
or have I scared them away?
Who is the bashful hunter?
And who is the willing prey?
Three RosesThree roses each blushing red like my heart
I rarely see anyone so pretty and fair,
with such a sweet smile and with flowers in their hair
with gemstones for eyes, that are prettier than bright afternoon skies
shining brightly in the sweet summer breeze.
Will you walk with me among the trees?
One rose each, for being pretty sweet and kind,
I can't help but blush when I see visions of you in my mind,
your pretty face and your lovely smile
make me want to skip for a mile.
Will you take a walk with me along a country aisle?
And hold my hand all the while?
Until the stars come out with the light of the moon
and we have to go home soon?
I'd desperately love to know who you are
because you shine brighter than the morning star.
Please spend some time with me I'm a good man I swear.
I've never seen a smile so lovely, alive, and fair.
All I could hope for is to spend some time together with you
so please don't break my heart and make me blue
because I really like you.
So I'm asking you please t
I want to butterfly kiss your lips and map out the curves of your side
with lightly tracing fingertips and our hearts racing along the tide
I sense your deepening breaths, and we can't hide
Sharing our secret inner fires, our flames growing higher,
ruby light burning brightly away the damp and chill of night
My only desire is to sleep where you lay
because it is your proximity that keeps the demons away
just promise me you'll always stay and your trust I will never betray
You pull me in, and my heart you hold
among its secrets are many a fold
and the pages I write with you I will keep until I am old
A prayerBlessings and love for God and heaven above
Honor and praise to the angels who guard our ways
Kindness and a kiss to all the lovers I miss
Health and long lives so the children thrive.
Calm seas and steady winds to the lads at sea
Good tips and some polite manners for the working girls
Patience and tranquility to those with short tempers
Friendship and comfort to those who are alone
Protection for the women they batter and abuse
Understanding and forgiveness for those who need it
A new start for those with broken homes
and a place to sleep for those without one
Sober thoughts and a sound mind to the mentally ill
sometimes their thoughts are clearer than yours
Be nice to our furry friends, they have to live life on all fours
Keep the land, water and air clean, and the Earth will continue to bless
And finally, love and companionship for all, for we are all alone in our own shells
but still together in this same mess
Beyond RepairThe chill of tears trickling down my cheeks
rivulets of bitter sorrow
and streams of quiet despair
The emptiness beside me threatens to consume me whole
swallow my being
and leave me broken beyond repair
I wish I knew where to find someone
who cares for me as deeply as I care for them
but no one ever returns my love
nor takes the time to see I am a beautiful uncut gem
No one looks beyond the surface
no one sees who I am inside
why do I bother to care anymore
when all that I ever love is washed away
like children's sand castles on the tide
My feelings are true and my heart bleeds for you each and every time
I think of you but I'm destined to fall in love with souls beyond my reach
and there's no one to teach me what to do
now that I know I've lost you too.
I just want someone to take my hand
and tell me I'm not alone
because this is a dry lonely land
and there is nothing in sight but burning dry sand
that parches my throat and stings my eyes
and all I'm left with is all of your lies
The picture on the pedestalThe picture on the pedestal
"Its so beautiful"
they always say
the picture of us
as we fell
so very far astray,
sometimes I wonder
what they see
if we look so far away
somewhere where "Its so beautiful"
could always be used
two loversi. she is a sea witch , reading the
storms like faces and shrouding
their relationship in
secrets , delicious –
appearing apathetic ,
they slide together in public :
congenial companions .
ii. but static (s)mothers ,
friends ask too many questions and
run away together .
iii. he is a wordsmith .
carving , curling ,
is too mean ,
tasting his words like
he tastes her lips ,
gently guiding ,
opening their full po(e)tential
and blithely revealing .
he won't hurt her .
she loves him .
iv. flying colors ,
in the dark they
sail together ,
succumb to each other ,
blessed provocations of
v. and love each other ,
you examples of
Hate to see you hurtFeelings stronger than ever
Wondering thoughts of confessing
Bittersweet music played
Why am I doing this?
You are not him
You never would hurt a soul
I know I can trust you
Why am I beginning to show bitterness?
I hate to shoot pain at you
You are special to me
The only person I want to be with
But I'm shooting pain so far
I stopped being me
I'm so sorry
I Used To Have A ReasonI used to have a reason to do what I do,
Now it is just a habit I am trying to get through,
Meaningless motions, without emotions,
Trying to keep a clean conscience.
Embracing the darkness in the dim light,
I do not think I will sleep another night,
It is 4 AM, and there is no meaning,
To feel what I used to be feeling.
The pen slides through snow white paper,
It cuts it in two like a sharp saber,
But what is the point of doing this all
If It feels empty just like this fall?
To fill the void I leave to fate,
There is no love, there is no hate
For times have changed.
My HomeYou walk in the front door, and the first thing you notice is that my home is a mess. Stuff is strewn about everywhere, nothing is put away. But this isn’t just the mess of carelessness, no, there’s a reason it looks ransacked. Looking around, you see that reason.
There are no closets in my home.
The front door had “shy,” “awkward” and “introvert” written all over it, but the doorbell proudly announced “nice guy” with a footnote specifying “not that kind of nice guy.”
In the main room you see “childlike,” “daydreamer,” and “gamer” scattered all over the floor, shelves stuffed full of “bookworm.” A huge box overflows with “collector” and the occasional “hoarder.”
The kitchen has “wants to cook” shelved right next to “can’t cook.” The “out-of-shape” in the fridge has gone bad but I haven’t th
SalamIt was the pictures we had drawn as children.
They were haunted.
But we didn't know, I didn't even remember them until I saw them.
I finally understood it. All of it.
We kept them in our rooms. That was the reason why we went mad.
Lung CancerTake this moment to…
Stand with head held up high
Chin pointed up to the sky
Knowing that sooner or later nothing really matters because you are going to die
But that does not mean you cannot fly
In this moment
Suspended in the branches of the universe
Are all of the countless possibilities
That have yet to happen,
So take a deep breath:
Inhale the smell of infinity
Taste success and failure
Listen to the echoing legacy the stars share
Hold yourself up high and so close that your soul can wrap around itself again and again,
Look at the white fog exhaled from lungs stronger than ten thousand men
That never gave up.
Do not give up on them.
letters on leaving.i wrote my first suicide letter in 10th grade.
they told me it didn't count if you felt like dying
unless you had it down on paper
like a vetoed birth certificate.
i've rewritten it enough times since
to realize i could never leave with a proper goodbye.
goodbye is too heavy a word for paper to hold
and i was never brave enough for the kind of courage it takes to tell them
why they weren't enough to keep me here.
but i'm finally learning a different kind of bravery-
the kind it takes to
i learned to wear death
like rope burn my junior year
my senior year we became friends
but i finally stopped cutting the insides of wrists
when i finally realized death never arrives on time,
i started smoking when i turned 18
to speed his arrival
because somedays, 15 less earth rotations around the sun sounds like a blessing.
2 years later I'm still learning to let the self destructive habits go
I stopped smoking again
threw the knife away and closed the toilet lid.