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Single Love-aholicThe sad part is,
You made me want it
And then said I can't have it.
I don't normally go down this hard,
Trying to justify every sake of reasoning,
And giving every excuse of why or why not.
When I taste some kind of chance,
My drive to have it overcomes me.
To think I wasn't even sure before,
And now I'm so defeated by you.
I am a hopeless romantic.
I live for love,
Because love is incomparable.
I'm not myself if the situation involves it,
And when it's mine,
I might as well be drunk.
The best of me comes out when I'm in love,
Because I'm happy.
I don't have to fight against being single anymore,
And my smiles can feel genuine.
I can get by being single.
For a little while,
If I need to.
I've been told love will find you
When you're not searching for it.
My problem is...
I'm always searching for it.
Obsessive Compulsive LoveIt's almost pitiful
How obsessive I am.
My mind is locked in thought,
And every stupid love saying seems truth.
I'll sit here,
Waiting for you to walk through the door,
My leg jittering
And my heart racing.
I want it too badly.
I'm so crazy for the thought of a future,
Some kind of change for the better.
Like I'll actually have something to be happy for...
Those tears of joy I once tasted are not beyond reach,
And because of that I only want them more.
Let me hold her tight,
While my heart takes flight...
Into the sweet, starry night.
And then all the insanity,
Will begin making sense.
What I AmI know,
I’m a bit weird,
I can be bothersome,
Or even awkward at times.
I’ve never claimed
To be perfect.
If I have never told you anything else,
I promise that I’m worth it.
Beyond the random comments,
Or little things you need to shrug off,
I’m whatever you make to be.
If I act arrogant,
Or come off as an ass.
I never mean to be that way.
I simply try to be honest,
Be myself in the most honest sense,
Or express something I feel that should be said.
When I ramble,
Or try to be poetic,
Just listen to the words I’m saying.
I’m a passionate person,
Wrapped up in a hopeless romance,
Of the biggest dream I make to be my life.
I’ve never thought,
That maybe everyone else was also looking to be loved,
As much as I want to be loved in return.
I simply love unconditionally,
So the thought that someone else
Could possibly reflect what I feel,
If I try too hard,
It’s because I care.
I’m not th
Beauty UntoldI sometimes wonder,
When you talk about your past the way you do,
If it would be rude to ask if you're okay.
Obviously you are,
But it's so difficult to imagine how.
I find myself being attracted that way,
To those who have had a rough road getting to where they are,
To what exactly has made them who they are.
You talk about the tattoos,
Of the songs that saved your life.
You're this hopeless romantic,
And where you come from seems like a lifetime of experience,
A lifetime to tell,
As you would say.
It kills me then to assume you're not interested.
I find I fall the hardest for girls with the most beautiful personalities.
The one's who don't try to show who they are
That seem the most appealing,
Or the one's who can make me insanely curious.
Beauty is emphasized from the heart,
I just wish I could see it all sometimes.
What is shared,
And the unspoken.
The Way You WalkIt’s something in the way you walk,
The way you look aimlessly around the room,
The way your eyes make contact for only a moment
Just to look away and pretend it never happened.
Something about you,
Makes me tick.
I get so frustrated,
Because just being around you,
Makes me nervous.
I hate it,
But I love it,
I haven’t been so scatterbrained over a pretty face in well…
That look in your eye,
Leaves something to be desired.
I imagine the simple warmth of your skin
Would cause sensation to the senses,
Sort of like how your hugs
Make me lose my train of thought.
Don’t think me simple,
But I think you’re beautiful.
And I want to leave the impression,
That there’s no one else like me,
As much as I want to think
There isn’t anyone like you.
Just One KissLet me kiss your lips,
If only just once.
I imagine them,
Curling against mine.
Your sweet, warm touch…
The way we talk about it,
You’d notice with every message we’re continuing the thought,
Our lips never parted.
With every second that goes by,
We become more involved,
More infatuated with the other.
My desire to simply kiss you,
Is beyond words.
I want to share the passion that we write.
How could you only have it just once?
When you kiss,
You share something so simple,
Yet so intimate.
What we have shared through simple words,
Compares to every feeling I’ve felt for a woman.
…Just your lips,
Just one kiss,
Would send all of my emotions,
Driving me insane,
To have it just once more.
Find Love - Part 7 - Broken HeartsAnother four years had passed since the festival, and Olivia and Caden had become very close. At that point, she was all Caden ever thought about. They had come accustom to meeting under a nearby tree by the inn, on top of a small hill that seemed to be a clearing in the village. A lot of people visited, but it never seemed too populated to be considered crowded.
Caden walked up the hill, and on the other side approached Olivia. The weather was windy, dark, and it looked as if it were going to rain. Far from ideal conditions to meet, but the lovers always met no matter the weather. “Hey!” Caden smiled brightly at Olivia.
“Hey.” Olivia smiled weakly back. The energy wasn’t being shared between the two of them. “Can we make this quick? I don’t want to get caught in the cold rain tonight, Caden.”
“Yes, we can. I just- I need to ask you something.”
Olivia blinked, and sighed lightly, “Yes?”
“…Run away with
TextI place in my headphones,
And close my eyes with my forehead pressed against my phone.
I listen to the smooth tune playing in my head,
Awaiting your response.
When the silence,
The white noise of calm sensation breaks in my head,
My eyes open and I twist my finger to unlock the next chapter,
Of the conversation.
My eyes skim,
My lips grin,
And I let out a breath.
My thumbs beat,
Beat with the notes of the song,
It’s beautiful how in sync everything is.
The breath rolling off my simple, tattered lips.
“My cold nose presses against your chest,
Just above your breast,
Trying to catch my breath.
I try to form words,
But my body simply shakes.”
The passion I feel,
Is so unearthly,
That when my hand slips up on a word,
I just smile harder,
Lowering my head to the desk.
I swear if I didn’t know any better,
I’d call it love and leave it at that.
My whole body tenses as I send the message,
Then repeat the process that I began.
The music resu
I have lived nineteen years to tell you,
Change is inevitable.
It will redefine everything you know,
And make the common seem like insanity.
I feel that I have grown in the past month,
More than I have in the past year.
These changes that life is challenging,
Will test everything about you.
From your cocky attitude,
To your basic everyday priorities.
Life will take you,
And rip you apart if you’re not ready.
Rip you to the point,
Where the change is your sole lifeline out of and into humanity.
Listen to those voices calling your name.
Listen to every regret you’ll have,
Measure what it takes to hold onto normality,
And what it takes to let go.
Let go of it all,
I can’t take it anymore!
These simple ties are tying the noose,
Until I suffocate.
There is no simple snap,
Life is not that forgiving.
Do not question change,
Do not challenge it.
It will come when you least expect it,
And watch as you stumble over yourself trying to find which way
She's a WriterShe sits at her desk
Her headphones in,
The world shut out.
She bleeds for others
As words fly from
Her mind to her fingertips.
She stares at the screen,
At every little comment,
The good and the painful.
She forms her emotions
Into books and poems
To throw away the hurt.
She's a writer,
And her best weapons
Are her mind and her pen.
BetrayedI won't swallow your lies anymore
I can't stand your presence
You used to be my friend
But you're nothing to me now
And soon you'll be
Another bad memory
I won't be able to forget
Do you know what it feels like...To be lonely?
To be bullied?
To be called ugly?
To be unattractive?
To be compared to other women?
To be considered unnormal?
To be unloved even though you give love to others?
To face issues that you don't in reality know how to fix?
To think that your goal you're reaching for, is unattainable?
To feel like the cause of many people's problems?
To be held up on a high pedistal that you can't get down off of?
To realize that people don't like you based on your personailty?
To at no avail, keep up your happy and upbeatness for others?
To look at happy couples and wish that you had someone to be happy with?
To stop fighting for anything anymore?
You AgainOh, it's you again. I must admit,
The crooning has
The lies have been
And mine are like swords
It's just you and me
In this sick game
I can tell
You're pulling me in,
And I don't have
To pull you down
Sometimes, I've had
And all I see is
Then it became
I don't know
How to escape
Dark to see.
And all I can
Wonder at every
Turn I make
When can it be
flower petalsi know that when we touch
that my energy is yours
that we are like flowers
because at our roots
we need water and love,
we reach tall as we can
to get to the sun
and stretch our leaves
to welcome it all;
and when we touch
i know that our skin isn’t skin
too soft for this world
when it grows rough with gravel
so i invite you back to our bed,
soft with the earth
where we can lie gently
and sleep until it is time
Reasons We Love Homestuck“Reasons we love H O M E S T U C K.”
Why do this love this web comic, you ask?
Maybe it’s just the way the fandom rolls,
or how mean Andrew Hussie trolls.
It could possibly be Eridan’s accent (WWyeh?)
or even Feferi’s keyboard trident. (---E)
Some people say it’s Equius’ broken bows and arrows, ( D →)
but what about Nepeta’s meows and roleplays? (:33 <)
We really do love Sollux’s lisp,
and also when Karkat’s pissed. (FUCKASS!)
Including Kanaya's fabulous lipstick,
it's also Rose's amazing magic.
How about when Dave starts rapping
and Jade Harley begins napping?
We love Vriska’s eight-pupiled eye,
and how John is such an adorable guy.
Or maybe it’s with all the sprites
or how prospit glows bright.
Can’t forget about Derse’s darkness
or Gamzee and all his soberness. (WHOOPS.)
There’s also this thing with Tav and stairs
which he t
An artist (revised)
Staring blankly at a white sheet of paper
Can truly be an artist’s worst nightmare
An artist’s duty as its shaper
Their thoughts up in the clouds somewhere
Looking for bits of inspiration
Their eyes searching the skies
Nothing can break their concentration
Nothing can blow out the passion in their eyes
Being an artist does not always mean you are skilled
You do not need to be Picasso or Bach
It means you want to see your dream fulfilled
And that you will never give in to an art block
SightStars in the night sky
I see beyond that and through
Greatness into darkness, I can fly
Here above the earth I can see the truth
There is an angel that will love me until I die
I Don't Come with the Edgesi.
It cries the way dragonflies leave ripples
in the rain. On days I swallow
whirlpools for breakfast and
drown with libraries for fun,
I can almost allow myself to forget
And it doesn’t want to make
me kneel on my shoulders
or pluck the weeds
from my scars;
I can see it try so hard
to be my friend.
But if I could choose
polka dots over tail lights
and sun screen over
I wouldn’t think thrice
or even once
not to blow the candles
on my grave.
That’s why I keep
the colons of analog clocks
under my tongue;
so I could keep the
figures eight of cliché’s
as keepsakes for old age.
I like to think infinities
have loopholes; tree rings
that dissolve into each other
with exhales for a caress.
And just when the tones
of lyrics would enter the
eutony of names, only then
would I drift into love.
When I wouldn’t be holding
my blood in my temples-
when all I am is a thought.
The running footsteps
we’ve come to cla
Travel to Dark City
I stare down the long, dark road.
I see buildings pass me by, with tragedies on the side.
Nothing is pure here.
Everything is deviant.
The people who walk shadow their faces.
The buildings have destroyed walls and windows.
You'd think you were in Wonderland, with a place like this.
Wonderland, with a twist from hell.
The dark colors flood my eyes, but doesn't draw me from the truth.
I know what I'm driving through.
I'm going to end up somewhere, God only knows I won't wind up here.
When this tank of gas is dead and gone, there lies my fate.
I see malicious gangs, gathered with their guns.
I see drug-dealers, selling for an overpriced profit.
There is no hope here, and there is no light.
What is at the end of this road, may be the death of me.
However, I will ride it through on my travels through the dark city.
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