When I'm happy, I'm ecstatic
When I'm sad, I'm doleful
When I'm deep in thought, I'm presuming
When I'm angry, I'm tumultuous.
When I empathize, I'm consoling.
When I say I'm sorry, I remorse
When I say I'd love to, I mean it from the bottom of my heart
When I say I love you, I mean it from the depths of my soul.
When I say it's true, you better believe it :)
I'm not too difficult. Take my emotion, and multiply it by a million. That's how i really feel.
November 30, 2009
These I have Loved
These I have loved:
Creamy chocolate, melted to form your eyes,
Dark, delicious, desirable;
Hands to hold; Face to caress;
Your voice, soundly singing off key,
Like a symphony playing two different songs;
A smile, so simple, like the sun,
Lights my life;
The smell of peppermint lingering,
Dancing its way through the threads of my clothes,
As you breathe on my shoulder;
Your wink, a spark heard only by me,
From across a room;
Our nerves tast our excitement;
Old spice, a nice greeting for old friends,
From cologne to nose;
Your back towards me, as you walk away,
A promise:
To see each other soon;
All these have been my loves.
Creamy chocolate, melted to form your eyes,
Dark, delicious, desirable;
Hands to hold; Face to caress;
Your voice, soundly singing off key,
Like a symphony playing two different songs;
A smile, so simple, like the sun,
Lights my life;
The smell of peppermint lingering,
Dancing its way through the threads of my clothes,
As you breathe on my shoulder;
Your wink, a spark heard only by me,
From across a room;
Our nerves tast our excitement;
Old spice, a nice greeting for old friends,
From cologne to nose;
Your back towards me, as you walk away,
A promise:
To see each other soon;
All these have been my loves.
The Fear Factor
Striking as it may be. It hunts, it kills, it hunts again. Its main purpose: destruction. But why? Why the pain? Why the fear? To help us learn. That's why. Why, without the experience it gives, we may never empathize. Without empathy, what are we really? Just another person saying, "I'm sorry." Everyone is always sorry. That's all any one ever seems to feel anymore. "I'm bored." "Oh, I'm sorry." "I hurt." "Oh I'm sorry." Sorry is boring, sorry hurts more than, "It'll be okay." Why the pain? Why the fear? To help us evolve from careless adolecents to wise and experienced adults.
It's You
"Some mysteries I will never understand: The way the earth rotates around the sun, three minutes shorter every day.Or the way the dead are gone by putting down a phone or turning the corner. The Future: Now that's another whopper. I can never know what we never know. Except: whoever you are, and whoever I am, you made it alright to be me."--Driving Lessons
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