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I love/hate relations
-hip, isn't it?
I'll let my lower nature lose/win today
again. So I'll take it all in
till my skin is thin enough to explode
when your point touches me.
Egos indeed soar
above storms,
suits scouting the skies
for glory. For glory
is epinephrine
to their little, tanned, sun-soaked fists of a heart
beating for average
birds' recognition in envy.
Words of affirmation
come to me in spiteful notations and constricting
irises.
That you're not the same sucks
me down to earth,
pious, adorable you.
Humble, you wait for your cues.
I hope my envy affirms you too.
I love you
is a see-saw sentence.
If the I loses a feather
the you'll have too little letters
and dates/blushes/laughs
to keep us balanced thoughtless
when we say
it.
I(We?) love/hate our relationship-
I love to relate,
only hate(or any other verb that sounds less irreverent to authority) that cliched, annoying, counsel-inviting, sleep-depriving, burdensome word that should be shipped off relations to let us
breath.
so, dear,
I love you/I hate us.
I've slept (and numerously [day]dreamed) with a
hiatus from love,
releasing my heart and putting it in a glass jar
of organic/acid, waiting for yours,
hoping time will bring you back
to our old days when no one mattered but
a promise of a future, God and us..
But I wake up every time and bind the demons behind such
bohemian ideas
and continue in [our] relationship,
less objectionably.
Happiness is a demon dressed
as an angel of light;
new-ageism, turning its back to times
when dark knights tour souls and total depravity
proves me wrong.
Happiness makes me sad, sometimes.
I was too... happy
for you today,
muse.
This is great. The language, the sentiment, all of it just works. Enjoyed the piece as a whole for the same reasons... well written and capturing feelings that I've yet to see put into words so effectively.Quote:
Originally Posted by Jamhuri
Thanks for joining the fun!
These waves are the most unpredictable
thing. Sunshine goes up and down, like tides,
in response to them.
My world winds around these waves.
I'm not mature.
I'm a couple of broken hearts,
years and rub-offs from people as dried up inside
as you, away from maturity
(If that word means not letting a single heartbeat fall
through my sweaty palms
when you meet your [not so] 'old' friends
whose sweatier palms ever hit your blind-spot,
or eyeballs explode innocently
to everything I'm insecure about
)
Deep, deep in the earth
where demons dance, disguised as lava
seats the source of gravity;
that waves back [and forth].
That little god I sometimes pray to
to never grow holds [the remote] control
to the moon sun stars and my love for you;
everything that controls my tides.
the 5% of my nature.
Love him now.
Before these bricks formed,
catalyzed by chance and an atheist's faith,
was a building.
Before the building slowly stretched tall,
for admiration; a place to visit before one's death
there was nothing
but darkness
and flickers of light. The two related too easily
and suddenly love felt like the sun-room
it soon became,
unblasphemously so, a rebuilding of the idea
of what Babel should have been had man stayed
upright
(rebuild
rebuild)
there was soon enough light for
lunches, and evening walks
then time spread its sheets for us to lay
and make concrete love.
we made enough for a stone house
though now a little cracked at the top
but we can rebuild,
rebuild
with the bricks that've fallen
off the top of our heads.
No one would have thought then
No one can think now.
lets just rebuild,
rebuild.
'Oceans telling me 1000 stories,
none of them are lies' - Jon Foreman
Really enjoyed day 4, particularly the second half.
I thought this was brilliant:
The piece seemed almost like a song to me... the way the words progressed so easily. You definitely have a great talent for refined writing that still sounds fresh.Quote:
there was soon enough light for
lunches, and evening walks
then time spread its sheets for us to lay
and make concrete love.
we made enough for a stone house
though now a little cracked at the top
but we can rebuild,
rebuild
Really enjoyed day 4, particularly the second half.
I thought this was brilliant:
The piece seemed almost like a song to me... the way the words progressed so easily. You definitely have a great talent for refined writing that still sounds fresh.Quote:
there was soon enough light for
lunches, and evening walks
then time spread its sheets for us to lay
and make concrete love.
we made enough for a stone house
though now a little cracked at the top
but we can rebuild,
rebuild