Love

It is a strange thing and it is stranger to think about it. How can you describe love, and more so how can you name the emotion that we call "love". I feel that love is both a very beautiful thing and a burden. Love can only make you happy if it is returned back by the person you love, whether it be your lover, family, or a friend. Likewise if someone loves you and you do not love them you cannot get any joy from it.
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today I thought about something, or was it nothing

unfortunately I can't really remember

so I imagine it was something important

and that's the way it works, isn't it?

I sit here and watch as everything flies by

no one stops to look or question why

and I never take the time

cause it's more important to keep my mind occupied

and really it would make me feel worse

just to stop and think about the questions

and the answers that wait behind them

yet it is still tempting to do so

and maybe temptation is something that we must fight

if we give in we have lost a battle with ourselves

"I used to think I'd get over everything"

and I used to think I could forget my past

and really all I know now is that

I really don't know anything

and that suits me just fine

"and I don't care if the sun don't shine, and I don't care if

nothing is mine and I don't care if I'm nervous with you"

I don't pretend to know if I'm wrong or your wrong;

someones got to be wrong

and we can't all sing our song

and we can't all get along but we'll have to do without

"and who'll deny it's what's the fighting's all about"

if we don't have the fight, what do we have

nothing, or something, and

is there a hunger still unsatisfied?

I hope you find it amusing, cause I don't

not even just the whole general idea,

which if you do comprehend let me know cause I don't

"What a surprise! A look of terminal shock in your eyes"

how can we live amongst all these lies?

like flies gathered about the rotting flesh of the human race

and how can you face it with all the shit that happens everyday

"welcome my son, welcome to the machine. What did you dream?

It's alright we told you what to dream"

what do these thought we have while we sleep mean

its quite obvious to me now that they do mean something

you can dream of good times, bad times, times you dont really remember

of love, loss, loneliness, and lust

"Live alone in a paradise that makes me think of two"

I wonder what to do, it feels like I have written so much

and yet still have so much more left

it feels like something has been stolen from me

while nothing material has been taken

and I'm not sure whether I really do or don't want to travel

down this path but it certainly feels as if I'm being guided

"by the cold and religious we were taken in hand

shown how to feel good and told to feel bad"

being an example of love without knowledge;

if you really can call that love

certainly not a benevolent love, more like a

I'm gonna get something out of it so it's in my best interested

and most certainly not a true caring love

"You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world, I'll give you

anything, everything, if you want things"

too frequently enough it all makes me confused

should I still be a user, or just a loser

could you tell me cause I'm not so sure anymore

sometimes I fall face first when I try to fanthom

all that is going on inside my head

"this much madness is too much sorrow, it's impossible to make it today"

the difficulty increases more and more every week

so I'll just have to lower my shoulders and surge forward

without looking behind me or really in front

and anything that really had a purpose has already been said

"so now I just sit here and think of meaningless things to say"

what makes me tick

there's something special that makes me tick
its been around for a long time now, as long as I can remember
it makes me so happy and yet can make me cry so much
it is my life, it's the reason I'm still here today

it has seen me through the best and worst
has been there to laugh when I'm happy
and help me when I'm down
I can't imagine living without it
I hold a special place inside for it
I will never forget all it has done for me

I would do anything for it, all it has to do is ask
and I hope it knows that it means the world to me

special something if you fall I will catch you

amusing waste of time

words can't describe what I feel inside

do I try to hide it from myself? or pretend like its not there

I sit here, half conscious, with a blank stare

thinking that it's just not fair

but am I really aware of the pains of others?

sometimes I wonder why go on, it's just a strain

what really is going on inside my brain

and really there's nothing to gain if there's nothing to be lost

yet it still comes to me at such a cost

and maybe I can't see the forest from the trees

but it's been a long time since I could say that for the whole day I was happy

she might say I sound sappy, and I probably do

this could just be a glimpse of what's to come, a sick preview

of the deep underlying issue I fail to address

it fails, there's no progression, I just recess

I wonder when comes the success

is there come kind of process to go through to clean up this mess?

and I can't seem to impress myself these days

it feels like I'm living in a haze, dazed

and maybe someday I'll feel alright but not today

and what can I say?

what can you say to make me stay

when I said hey they all just walked away

but it won't end in swordplay cause I said fuck it

I can't seem to transmit the message; there's something I omit

and I admit that I want to submit

and there's no benefit in attempting to outwit

and in the end I feel unknit and unlit

and wonder do I really give a shit

I would quit and take a break but I can't decide

if it's teatime or wartime or just a waste of time

and after all, wasn't that the goal I seeked

yes the future appears meek

yet I shall not shreak at the absence of the reek

that I stood and lived beside for so long

now if only I could do this all week

the the days to come might not seem so bleak