view on loveI am an avid avoider of what we call "clichés". Yes, my mind has been overcooked in a steaming sauce of descriptions, definitions, stories of love true love, true lust, and petty glances that mean more than an evening side-by-side. And thus, my aversion to normality clashes with society's rulings and terms. My morals have exploded into something skewed and disallowing of even the phrase "I am in love." It would hurt me too much to say "I think about him every minute" or to even hold his hand in a crowd. My body repulses at the thought of changing a facebook status or showing u
influencesSunkist sublimalities in a fortnight fortifying exclamation a furlough to another sappy smile (that is more grimace than delight). Filled because the totally effortless mass movement took the pail and you took the bait (fish need water but they like the worms a lot). Your proclamation of perfection in selfless little first-time acts (things that have never happened ever) is going to be your flashlight in the dark. But the lines and rows and pressed columns, you failed to notice, don't sell batteries to quirks who won't take the packaging too. Karma is a quirk (and you don't pray to anyone, now).
she looked down at her feet...She took a glance upon her feet -"Alas!" a cry, "distraction's sweet!No prowling tear or tiger clawCould thrash this beneficial awe.I'll find a gleam - I'll chart a hueAmidst the wanderings of a shoe.And knowing what my feet are inI'll reminisce on where I've been."The world apart can likely burnA girl who strives to always learnAnd so she glances to the groundWithout a care at what's around.Her shoes, in light, with beveled rimsRecall a moment - growing dimWhen heel and sole confirm to mockThe gaunt distraction of a sock.
her misconceptionthe players and painted faces took her lipsand she never touched the ground again.and so I called her namebut it snowed that night andit muffled that dreaming, dreamingday-dreaming princess.[call me snow and there wont betwo new footprintsstark against my middle.I dont cave like crystal.]what vengeance turns to apathy?and whos gonna fallwhen we learn to speakin riddles?
tehehe I shall. yes sir.
thanks budbud!