Poetic Nonsense

Oxygen

Love,LiveCry

no more

running water

unfixed mirror

Wake,Stand

never weak again

Cracked floor

broken man

Walk,run

against the wall

blowing wind

unending fall

rise,fly

beyond the skies

infinite fantasy

deadly dice

crouch,hide

behind the mask

hidden tears

poison flask

Cry,Die

Stumble down

broken reality

tarnished crown

WHAT IS LOVE?

3 hours of editting other peoples poems and short stories...I am so tired.sigh...might as well share this stuff.got this from Gemini Encounter.I find it kewl...and true in some way.

WHAT IS LOVE?
1. Are your palms sweaty, is your heart racing, And is your voice caught within your chest?
• It isn't Love, it's Like.


2. You can't keep your eyes or hands off of them, am I right?• It isn't Love, it's Lust.3. Are you proud, and eager to show them off?
• It isn't Love, it's Luck.


4. Do you want them because you know they're there?
• It isn't Love, it's Loneliness.


5. Are you there because it's what everyone wants?
•It isn't Love, it's Loyalty.


6. Do you stay for their confessions of Love, because you don't want to hurt them?
• It isn't Love, it's Pity.


7. Are you there because they kissed you, or held your hand?
• It isn't Love, it's being Unconfident.


8. Do you belong to them because their sight makes your heart skip a beat?
• It isn't Love, it's Infatuation.


9. Do you pardon their faults because you care about them?
• It isn't Love, it's Friendship.


10. Do you tell them every day they are the only one you think of?
• It isn't Love, it's a Lie.


11. Are you willing to give all of your favorite things for their sake?
• It isn't Love, it's Charity.
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1. Does your heart ache and break when they're sad?
• Then it's Love.


2. Are you attracted to others, but stay with them faithfully without regret?
• Then it's Love.


3. Do you accept their faults because they're a part of who they are?
• Then it's Love.


4. Do you cry for their pain, even when they're strong?
• Then it's Love.


5. Do their eyes see your true heart, and touch your soul so deeply it hurts?
• Then it's Love.


6. But do you stay because a blinding, incomprehensible mix of pain and elation pulls you close and holds you?
• Then it's Love.


7. Would you give them your heart, your life, your death?
• Then it's Love.

The world in black and white

Body aches, head hurts, runny nose, exams tommorow...what could get better than this.haha. Might as well put my time to good use by writing another blog entry. Ive seen the world in full colors and even sepia too...but nothing compares to seeing the world in black and white...no colors....no complications...no emotions... no hate...no love...a utopian world... A world similar to the movie equilibrium where everyone living was required by law to take a drug that supresses human emotion because of one reason....they say that the source of pain and crime in the world...is human emotion selfishness,envy,hate,love, and stuff... How i wish i have a drug like that... Why you may ask?simple...to be able to deal with the world... Its a great relief... to be able to stand and look at others when everyone is dying... to be able to avoid crying when you yourself is bleeding... to be able to suffer no more the imperfect world... now wouldnt that be great...but what are emotions really for? are they merely a source of pain and suffering? Well recently i started to believe otheriwise...for the greatest joys of life...can be found in these imperfect emotions... and now I start to live my life with a full blast of colors...may it be dull, dark, gloomy, sunny, bright or what...its life...and I would love to experience every pain and joy of it...no more black and white pictures...

Masquerade

Finally, a real blog entry.no more poems. no more rhymes. Its been awhile since i last wrote something in this emotive, preoccupied, and confused blog. An hour from now, I would be having my Statistics class, and its palm sunday,geez... but enough bout that time to get to business...

Its been a long time since the day i stood up and left the masquerade and joined the people in the streets. It felt so good to have nothing covering your face, no masks, just your own little existense. Its a very relaxing feeling i tell you... soo relaxing its too scary to be true. People say removing the mask makes you real, but being real doesnt mean its better. I have countless masks...

When Im at school I wear a mask filled with colors, a mask painted with rainbows, a mask pleasing to others eyes. I am a social person, a person who easilly fits in a given crowd. People like me, Teachers think im smart, they say i could be a great leader and be a great person someday. But, then again, its not me. For I never liked too much company, I never liked laughing much, I never liked to be looked upon. I never liked standards of how you should live life, but reality tells me that in society...it is necessary for you to fit in, to reach the standards and be accepted. Soon the colors of this mask shall fade...but before that happens, ill use it to reach the standards...and when im on top...ill change it...then the world shall revolve in my palm...

A blank mask creates the illusion i need when people starts to get to know me...They see nothing..They see just eyes, and hear just words...no emotions...no nothing...just a blank face staring back, talking back... You might think im scared or what...but believe me...It is necessary... Its been only a few times when this mask was removed by someone...those people i call not friends...but rather blessings... For they took time to see beyond the shadows and behind the mask....someday, this mask shall be removed and placed in a box...and that day...would be the day this little red beating thing in my chest would stary trusting...

It is a logical sin to assume that being real means being true and that being true means being better... The world is imperfect...and so am I...