heres a sad poem i did a couple weeks ago
With each action an exact and opposite reaction is achieved
Emotions follow the same laws
You let yourself
Into stronger emotions
Love
You feel a genuine emotion
Of overpowering attraction
You taste reciprocation
And lose it just as quickly
Leaving that core of emotion
That core then collapses in upon itself
Like a black hole
Once putting forth so much happiness
Now darkened into a fold
Where sadness self absorbs
You think all the reasons that seem so logical
Well if you can be logical with something like this then you can’t really love
Within that core of self a heat is released
An anger at the one who thought logically
At yourself for your lapse in logic
At circumstances that deny one so seemingly perfect
You wonder how long another beauty will take to find
Thinking of the searchers that never achieve their quarry
All this makes you wary
Of lending yourself to stronger passion
The more you give the more you lose
The less you give the less you gain
Logical isn’t it
Fuck logic
If the desire doesn’t break the logic then desire isn’t really there
That logic
Walking along the sea of possibility
You find one that appeals so strong
And you know that haste is wrong
But you take the risk and you think its failure a long
Ways off
Is it better then that it is immediate
Yes I suppose it is
But the core of emotion
In its dying hours
Screams for the morphine that would satisfy its desire
So in this poem of endless metaphors and euphemisms
I express my current state of mind
Complete confusion
In the purgatory of sadness to normality
What do I truly want and will I find it
The option left to me is only once of continuing my walk
In this worlds sea of endless possibility
Changed in only in knowing that I have a capacity for love
And a sadness that id forgotten id ever had
Emotions follow the same laws
You let yourself
Into stronger emotions
Love
You feel a genuine emotion
Of overpowering attraction
You taste reciprocation
And lose it just as quickly
Leaving that core of emotion
That core then collapses in upon itself
Like a black hole
Once putting forth so much happiness
Now darkened into a fold
Where sadness self absorbs
You think all the reasons that seem so logical
Well if you can be logical with something like this then you can’t really love
Within that core of self a heat is released
An anger at the one who thought logically
At yourself for your lapse in logic
At circumstances that deny one so seemingly perfect
You wonder how long another beauty will take to find
Thinking of the searchers that never achieve their quarry
All this makes you wary
Of lending yourself to stronger passion
The more you give the more you lose
The less you give the less you gain
Logical isn’t it
Fuck logic
If the desire doesn’t break the logic then desire isn’t really there
That logic
Walking along the sea of possibility
You find one that appeals so strong
And you know that haste is wrong
But you take the risk and you think its failure a long
Ways off
Is it better then that it is immediate
Yes I suppose it is
But the core of emotion
In its dying hours
Screams for the morphine that would satisfy its desire
So in this poem of endless metaphors and euphemisms
I express my current state of mind
Complete confusion
In the purgatory of sadness to normality
What do I truly want and will I find it
The option left to me is only once of continuing my walk
In this worlds sea of endless possibility
Changed in only in knowing that I have a capacity for love
And a sadness that id forgotten id ever had