Who believes in love anymore? Love is just like religion. You want it so so so much to be real. But its not now is it? Deep down you know its not. Its just how long a temporary attraction lasts. Its only a feeling.

 
It lies not in our power to love or hate,
For will in us is overruled by fate.
When two are stripped, long ere the course begin,
We wish that one should love, the other win;
And one especially do we affect
Of two gold ingots, like in each respect:
The reason no man knows, let it suffice,
What we behold is censured by our eyes.
Where both deliberate, the love is slight:
Who ever loved, that loved not at first sight?

-Christopher Marlowe
posted by Div at 20:14

 
My face turned pale, a deadly pale.
My legs refused to walk away,
And when she looked what could I ail
My life and all seemed turned to clay.

And then my blood rushed to my face
And took my eyesight quite away.
The trees and bushes round the place
Seemed midnight at noonday.

I could not see a single thing,
Words from my eyes did start.
They spoke as chords do from the string,
And blood burnt round my heart.

Are flowers the winter's choice
Is love's bed always snow
She seemed to hear my silent voice
Not love appeals to know.

I never saw so sweet a face
As that I stood before.
My heart has left its dwelling place
And can return no more.

- John Clare

posted by Div at 20:11

 
As time continues
memories of you
ripple away
from the shore
of my mind
where once
waves of you
washed me away.


Poetry receeds.
posted by Div at 02:13

 
I saw a ghost of myself today
Caught in the reflection of a passing window
And I stayed long enough to see
That the hollow eyes staring out
Trapped in a world of glass
Belonged to a boy I could no longer call
Me.
posted by Div at 02:12

 
I trace your lips
with my tongue
pausing
for just a moment
to breathe you in

I missed you

so much


To you sweetheart.
posted by Div at 03:30

 
The discontent in someone was illustrated upon me awhile ago..
I saw her direction of anger as well as its source,
I saw satisfaction in the release of that anger,
I saw the swelling compellment to hate.
And though i saw the stupidity of her words, it showed me the stupidity of mine.
Mine which was above all else, witheringly unclever.
Humbling often comes from the people you least expect it to.
Though it never was mutual, it was a lesson that did far more than teaching.
It was the revelation that faults are seen upon who you choose to see it upon,
However they spawn from your own desire to be without them.
To accept is to learn. To learn is to love.
My Apologies.
posted by Div at 04:01