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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
A Nail In My HeartIn my heart
There's a nail
Outside its core,
In my hand
There's a hammer
Leaving me a choice
To pull the nail free
Or leave it to rest
In the center of my soul.
And this nail
However deeply it stabs
Or loosely it traps
The litter of dreams
And hopes I've trapped inside,
Gathering them together
To be displayed like
A dying tribute
To a once loved species,
A once treasured creation,
Decides my fate
And traps my destiny.
And though I know the nail
Needs to be removed
To release my heart
Of its futile struggle
To hold a collection
Of dying memories,
Every time I feel the nail loosen
As I've grown to older,
Every time I grab that hammer
And smash it against
That obvious futilit
How To Show A Girl She Can Love HerselfWhen you see her cry
you get a rag,
a gentle delicate clothe
lovingly grasp her hand
and dab its tip
to dry each tear as they come
and ask each drop
why it'd leave
such beautiful eyes.
If she wishes
to be in the sky
Tell her to go
Take the sun ransom
And replace it in the sky
So you can see her every morning
and plead for her
To return each night.
When you see her scars
gently like you might
caress the broken wing
Of a dove
and remind her
that for every hurt
that she's survived
has only made her
that much more unique
that much stronger.
Show her that she is worthy of love
That she deserves the love
she fears to give...
show her so that
one day after you're
apollo, i am not for salestitch a pitch perfect sonnet of
into the infinity
of my ear canal. i
have a storm inside
me but no beaufort
scale, oh how i beg
to be impaled
with less appreciation
conviction; i am no
land and you
are a bulimic seeking
from the twenty one guns
at my unseen funeral.
only hope and Hecuba. feast
on my peace with me.
on my sermons
of affection, the ones
branded into my
chest with the sizzle
of experience. feast on my
numbness and this
raffleticket roll you received
and second-third-seventieth thoughts,
of exhuming my heart
and taping it back
into my spine.
(perhaps with a softer
tenant inside, from
each of my vertebrae
will come a spine that will not -
cannot - break)
feast on this hidden
feast on my will to
take all the things
you can only
you must give
back to me
of my civil war;
and mine. perhaps
someday you may
I'm having a bad day, I'm having a bad few years
inside I'm shouting loud but no one hears
I'm dying to tell you - can't you see
that all this anger is killing me
but it's a waste of breath
I give in - pain is all I have left
driven by revenge I want nothing but death
in life makes me think you are like the rest
my heart is bleeding in my chest
And no one notices in my case
so I pull away to a quiet place
'cause I'm tired of looking alright
I'm tired of smiling and saying I'm fine
Will you stand by my side?
with who are you allied?
'cause I wanna heal and be myself
I don't wanna feel like someone else
But I'm slowly fading
consumed by emotions - they've taken
the best of me, and happiness has forsaken
my dreams, my heart
it's taken my spark
cold and dark
trying to leave behind the past
I'm searching for an end
I hold out my hands - I'm not going to pretend
that life is easy
I'm hurting every day believe me!
MeanI used to live a normal, happy life.
I used to go outside almost all the time.
Until one day…
“He” showed up.
His name is Randal.
A lot of people spread rumours about him.
Some say that he came from the depths of Hell.
Others say that he’s the son of Satan himself.
At first I thought that was a bunch of trash.
But I quickly learned that those rumours might have been true.
For the first 3 weeks, he punished me for every little error he thought I did.
After the 3 weeks were over, I asked him a simple question:
“Why are you so mean?
What have I ever done to deserve such a fate as this?”
He only smiled and laughed at me.
He was never the big talker.
He always let his fists and feet do the talking for him.
Why do you have to be this way?
Is it something that I did?
Was it the way that I drank my water?
Or was it the angle that I flicked my clothes out at?
Those people were right about you.
You truly ARE the son of Satan.
Passage of the Years Dear Titanic, beautiful sister of mine,
I can barely believe it. Today marks the one-hundred and second year you have been the unwilling patron of the sandy sea-floor. One-hundred and two years.... What is it like? It must be so very dark. So very cold. So very lonely... I cannot even imagine how lonely you are. There is no one to keep you company. No one except the 1,500 souls that died with you, that is. Do you still hear their voices echoing within your halls? Do you still hear the disconnected laughter that only spirits of the dead can provide? What is it like? You are falling apart more and more. The sickle of time is having her way
Oh the things I wishStress
Run away to Neverland I must
Free from horror
Free from hell
Free from the devils
Oh the things I wish
A throne of my own
Peaceful music played in the air
Live like a king
Just for the day
There's A Knock On The Front DoorI heard a knock on the front door,
and I thought it was my soldier,
but it was only a letter
that didn't have a sender;
just an handwritten letter
left by my front door.
There comes a moment in life
where the glass ceiling crumbles and cracks
under the weight of a summer storm,
where the beauty of the world
fades to black and white and gray
as you stare off into the distance
too numb to think
and too shocked to question why.
When everything boils down to a moment -
when your past and your future
collide with each other
and obliterate the present,
when the things you had taken for granted
and you're just left with an empty shell,
a blank easel with no paper to draw on,
while paint is being thrown left and right
but you're untouchable,
just you, pure and white,
yet blacker than the ash you walk on,
the remnants of the explosion
that broke your heart and soul and mind.
That is the feeling
when there's a knock on the front door
and you think that it is your
So ColdDo you know what you are, Michael?
You are cruel, callous
You claim you are creative
But clearly you cannot be
For you are just cringe-worthy and crass
Worst of all
You are cold
You are so cold that your heart is frozen to its core
You are so cold that your crisp soul chills the world around you
You are cold
You cannot deny it
I am cold
Let me tell you how cold I am
I am as cold as the frost on your window
You would gaze at it wondering what it was
When really it was nothing but a simple pattern of fractals
You added the mystery not I
I am as cold as snow
In a young boy's hand
Clumped into a ball as he throws it to his companion
Whom reciprocates the gesture
As it unfolds into a great battle of primal urges
But of course they see it as nothing more than fun and games
I am as cold as a cliche milkshake completely filled to brim
With two straws for two lovers who care too much
I am as cold as a Winter's lake ice
I may be thick but it is in this that I casually protect on-com
A Week Of KissesA Week Of Kisses
The first day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your shoulder,
Well before I thought about your lips.
Because I don’t know what I am doing, firstly,
But more importantly,
It’s because I know things can spiral quickly,
If things start shifting
After we lay down the concrete.
So I kiss the foundation,
Before we reach the soil.
The second day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your elbow,
Because it holds together the touch
And the flex.
To exhibit it,
I must kiss the joint that bends
And combines us together.
The third day I told you I loved you,
I lay my lips to your temples,
As I learned about the temple of reform,
For the Youth in North America.
Kissing you there signifying I will protect you,
As well as your temple,
As we re-form, into something more.
The fourth day I told you I loved you,
I’d kiss you softly on your forehead.
Because that’s what holds your brillian
Stranger LoveI am not the sunlit wing-print
splayed out on the bedroom wall.
I am not the dark mass forming
in a corner of an airless hall.
I am not the viscous vengeance
where you sink your spinning wheels.
I am not the leaky bucket
hung up on your wishing well.
You are not my soul mate missing
wandering a winter's night.
You are not the sound of angels
singing by a candle's light.
You are not the rasp of fingers
fumbling with a hasp of steel.
You are not the tattered towel
soaking up the things I feel.
I am the oblivious child,
dancing where the wildflowers are.
You are my unwitting captive
lighting up a jelly jar.
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