Learning Experience by UnforgivenMishap, literature
Literature
Learning Experience
First you learn how to trust,
then to deal with that trust being lost.
You learn how to love,
then to live with a heart that's broken.
You learn how to cope,
and then how to try again.
You learn how to care,
and then how to let go.
You learn how to stand on your own
and in time of need, to lean on those around you,
and then to find strength again when those too fail you.
You learn to look back and see the mistakes you've made,
learn to take something from them, rather than to dwell painfully.
But still, as the years make you wise, you still get teary-eyed,
wondering if you're only making yet another mistake.
August 24, 2o1o
There is a fine line between loving someone and being obsessive,
trusting someone and being foolish,
caring and being controlling.
It is crucial to learn the perfect balance of these,
as well as to know when to hold tighter
and when to let go.
I'm terrified that I'll never know.
August 24, 2o1o
i fell in love with the mirage by ChloroformBoy, literature
Literature
i fell in love with the mirage
i don't believe in numbers.
i don't believe in language.
i don't believe in religion.
i don't believe in science.
because
hypocrites invented math,
and letters are fabricated.
fairytales are for children,
and chemicals don't exist.
i don't believe in art
i don't believe in love
i don't believe in life,
and i sure as hell don't
believe in death,
because
my eyes reflect light, not color.
my brain controls my emotions.
existence is a fucking nightmare
only a coffin can wake me from.
i'm just an imaginary poet;
faithless but not Fateless,
chimeric but not apathetic
(though i love to pretend)
i don't believe in anything,
in
you're proof love still exists by ChloroformBoy, literature
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you're proof love still exists
i believe in imaginary numbers and telephone numbers.
i believe in conjugating french verbs and french kisses.
i believe in every religion and every god ever invented.
i believe in psionics and biology, anatomy & astrology.
because:
300 miles is nothing; $50 is nothing; 6 hours is nothing.
je suis à toi. tu es à moi. i am yours, and you are mine.
i worship the church in your heart, your ribcage chapel.
together we defy scientific laws like gravity & distance.
i believe in the art of love.
i believe in a love for art.
i believe in a life without you,
but if i ever had to live one,
i'd rather believe in death.
p.s. i love you by beneath-the-surface, literature
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p.s. i love you
i wish i could say something cute like:
i love your hair, and the depth of your eyes
and
(dot dot dot)
and well, i mean. i do love all of those things. but i love the gap in between your front teeth even more. and i love how you chew on your bottom lip when youre thinking. i love how completely screwed up your laugh is and how easy it is to make you laugh.
i love the way your piano-man-fingers wrap around your coffee mug in the morning. And i love watching you sleep.
darling,
i dont wont to waste too much of your time,
and all i really want to say is that:
i love you i love you i love you. i love every perfectly imperfe
I pray you feel it too by EatingMyOwnFears, literature
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I pray you feel it too
I feel your touch in the caress of the wind.
I feel your kiss in the warmth of the sun.
I feel your laughter in the drops of rain.
I love you and I pray you feel it too.
it was the day i thought would never come,
i didn't need violin's, just rum.
someone needed to sit with me on train tracks and catch my tears.
but no one did, so i climbed trees instead
and tried to see if i could see the things i couldn't see.
but i don't hate everyone.
i just hate what you think is absolutely okay.
so, no, i don't hate everyone, i just hate that.
and all the insults in my vocabulary can't
match up to what you did.
and what you still do.
so just i'll wonder how it got this way.
but i've rethought my life and you still don't care.
i've cried and i've quit and i've realised
that
i hate everyone, i hate ev
there once was a girl i knew.
she liked to live life in her own back-yard.
she had a mirror and an arm-chair
and a old clawfotted bathtub (which was her favourite)
and in the summer she would sit in there
with the hose running.
the water would flow over the side
and it would glitter like diamonds.
and in the winter she would sit in there.
without water, all her clothes on.
and she would wait for it to rain
to see how much water would catch.
and when she cut she would sit in there.
and she would bathe in her own blood.
then she would float flowers in the blood-stained water.
it looked so pretty that tears fell from her br
when the moment is not right by That-Hippie-Kid, literature
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when the moment is not right
you took my hand and said
'i love your smile'
so we danced in the rain
and came inside smelling like sunshine
(and daisies and perfume and cotton candy and all things wonderful)
and we drank coffee at midnight
and had five-hour phone conversations
and you were the only drug i needed
first dance, first kiss, first love, first miss
you left odd marks in my veins
and you carved scrawl in into my bones
you imprinted your smile into my brain tissue
and my heart can't beat without you