Sometimes writing poems let's me forget about the huge sums of debt I'm accumulating while at college
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the mountain air is quite crisp
and the smell of maples and pine
fills their lungs with something brand new.
At 2066 high
where the land meets the bright blue sky
and birds dare to spread wings and soar,
where they can see everything.
At 2066 feet
two young hearts begin to beat,
for perhaps the very first time,
together as love starts to grow.
Up at 2066,
above the crunching of dry sticks,
you can hear two souls come to see
without each other, they can’t be.
Wouldn’t it be nice if WebMD
could diagnose a condition called
falling in love?
Imagine doing a Google search
for “signs and symptoms
for having a soulmate”
likes it’s some disease or infection
that could be easily distinguished.
What kinds of things would be on this list?
Raging hormones? Increased laughter?
Pain in facial muscles from smiling so much?
Increased sweating? Risk of pregnancy?
Who is to say how to tell if someone
is the one you are meant to spend your life with?
Personally, I’d be more intersted in a
possible treatment option plan
because advice on how to proceed
when you’re pretty sure you’ve got
could probably come in handy.
A “talk to your doctor” would
not do a whole lot of good.
I wish this had a few great
home remedies.
Sorry mom, but I don’t think
ginger ale will be fixing this one.
Only in telenovelas
do hearts start to glow
when love is being felt.
Wouldn’t life be great
if we could see every time
we make another person’s heart glow?
I wish I was someone worth loving.
I wish I had goals and ambition
and a desire for a career
like women of this society are
expected to want to want these days,
but I don’t.
I wish I looked the way that
boy want me to look
so that I could be someone worth loving,
that I could be thin with big boobs
and a natural blonde with a pleasing face,
but I’m not.
I wish I had something to offer the world
so that I could be someone worth loving;
maybe a skill or talent,
or even money to give the less fortunate,
or time or influence or anything really,\
but I don’t.
I wish I could be someone worth loving
so that maybe I could stop hating myself.
I wish that fairytales were real
because that would mean that
dreams really do come true
just because you will them too
and patiently wait for them to happen
and everyone gets a happy ending,
even me.
But that’s just not the case.
Love is a sham
and the more you believe in it,
the more you’ll get hurt.
then again, if you don’t believe in love,
the world reveals it’s cold self,
and it’s miserable living there,
but so is living in a constant state
where you believe that any day now
you’re fairytale will come true
and your prince will finally love you.
Go ahead and pick you poison:
reality or an apple.
If you took the time
to individually count
every single drop
of cold, salty water
in the vast ocean
you might finally have
a number equal to
all the times
I’ve thought about you.
Someone asked me today
to describe the perfect love story
but the truth is you can’t.
There is no such thing.
Love is messy.
Love is unique.
Love is all over the place.
One story that may speak to me,
may speak differently to you
because we don’t have the same heart.
And the things I have felt
in my 21 years of experience
cannot ever be fully captured in words
no matter how hard I may try.
The truth is love is its own language
and it writes it’s own stories
that are intended for small, intimate audiences
and it’s not up to me to put it into words.
I cannot capture the full meaning
behind a smile’s joy
or certain looks given
or even laughs shared.
I cannot only feel the perfect love story
and hope people can catch a small glimpse
of it through my eyes
as I try to live the story.
Love is not a perfect story to be told.
Love is a life to live to it’s fullest.
I
can’t
breathe
when you look at me.
I
forget
words
when I see you.
I
feel
consumed
when you smile at me.
I
am
giddy
thinking of you.
I want to write a love poem,
but that requires not only someone to write about,
but someone to love.
And while I’m sure if I took a moment
and gave it some thought,
I could find someone to write a poem about
because it doesn’t take much for me to love someone.
I have a lot of love to share with the world
and if you’re important in my life,
I probably love you.
Family, friends, students.
If I can put your name to your face,
the odds are I love you.\
The problem is it takes something more
then just me loving someone
to write a good love poem.
Lovee poems need a certain magic
that only comes from being loved back.
A love poem is not nearly as heartfelt
as when there is a sense of an unbreakable bond.
At this time, the only unconditional love
that meets this condition in my life
is my dog.
And she can’t read sooooooo…
no love poems today.
When I was younger,
many years ago,
I found a perfect boy
and I was delighted.
But now here I am,
many years later,
crying over a love
that is unrequited.
