nature boy pt II

...(continuation from 11/18/2008 04:32:00 PM)


There was a boy
A very strange enchanted boy
They say he wandered very far, very far
Over land and sea
A little shy
And sad of eye
But very wise
Was he

And then one day
A magic day he passed my way
And while we spoke of many things, fools and kings
This he said to me
"The greatest thing
You'll ever learn
Is just to love
And be loved
In return"

no one belongs here more than you pt. II

..(continuation from 11/20/2008 11:17:00 PM) "When she saw my messy desk, she said she was the same way, and there was no dust on the TV, and I was easy to love. People just need a little help because they are so used to not loving. It's like scoring the clay to make another piece of clay stick to it." (p. 138)

breathe.

i remember speaking to one of my old loves, about how we were the lucky ones. knowing that many people on this earth would never encounter the feeling we were feeling at that time and place. how great it was to be in love. how it encompassed us and the way it was intertwined between us. i look at you now, and i think- you carry the heaviest sadness, and i cant fathom how heavy it must weigh you down. you can't even feel it on your bones, its the only thing you've ever known. is it so strange to feel any different?

we are human.
forced to feel.
kneel down.
this feeling is yours.
its yours alone.
grasp it.

Limb from limb.

In all my efforts in trying rehabilitate you,
I in turn am only being torn down.
Youve spun me in your web,
And youve silently coaxed me into this lucid chaotic frenzy,
Where i find myself being pulled in many directions,
Limb from limb.

In many ways, i try to coerce myself,
Try to wake up,
Ecstasy has tuned out the five senses i once had,
And every rational voice i once used to hear.

In all my efforts in trying to rehabilitate you,
I keep finding you- listless.
I continue to get no reaction.
all you can see is your reflection.
again and again.

Eternally grateful that I finally got rid of you. Like a plague, you consumed me, I became delirious, eventually even blinded by the thought of ever being stuck in a "perfect" union, you might've been someone I would've cared to have in my future, rode that train out and set it on fire. Go fuck up someone else's mind

nurture the human soul.

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i love you.
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blueish.
strawberryseason.

i want you to want me; need me; and love me.
i miss you.

the man behind the curtain turns out to not have a curtain at all. the star dust dissapates and i see you have no shine.

UsS

A man who works with his hands is a laborer; a man who works with his hands and his brain is a craftsman; but a man who works with his hands and his brain and his heart is an artist
-Louis Nizer

Who is the happier man, he who has braved the storm of life and lived or he who has stayed securely on shore and merely existed?

-Hunter S. Thompson