Spread the words I speak as your own. Speak as a generation who seek knowledge on thoughts they do not yet understand.
I am in love. Truly does a feeling like this have no boundaries. We’ve all felt it at one point, but we all feel as if in our little fantasy that it’ll has no end as well. That isn’t the case for me. Long before the me that exists as the words I speak are spoken, was a person I’d like to describe as “broken”. Broken as the lead that snaps above the canvas that holds the words I speak. I am constantly reminded of you as the radio plays the number one hit on the radio. The melodies that ring break me to my very core as the lyrics take a stranglehold on my emotions. So too, does the artist wrap their cold embrace to tattoo the pain of past love into my soul. “Love is as love does” Bullshit. Love is as the other feels love is. Question is, do they truly feel the love that courses my own veins? Not in the slightest. Love is as different as two strangers, yet those strangers find a way to connect, as you will in time, and those who love for the moment will not find love in the near future, for they leave a trail of death behind them and reek of broken hearts. I have been apart of such a trail, but with death comes life. Life that only lives in the healing touch of those willing to share it. I was in love, not on Friday as a cure for those who believe such a mentality, but on my own time, and that time has come and gone…
Words mean only what the writer manipulates them to do. In this case, I’m going to manipulate my words to describe an unknown friend who I’d like to know better. Most would retort that friendships crumble when an interest is lost. That isn’t true in my eyes. Not for a second. Friendships have starts and finishes like connect the dots, meaning you don’t know what you have until it’s complete. That can be said for a friend I know, whose dots are only coming together for me to connect. Surely, the details of the outer lining of her personality are written on the studio wall, but that is written for everyone’s best interest. To begin to even start placing the pen on the surface of the paper, you must know the background for the image framing its silhouette for you to bring each dot together. I certainly can’t fathom where to assign the pen its job to describe someone so obscure from everyone around her. To start, she symbolizes every meaning imaginable for one single word: PUNK. Rebellious, anarchical, and anti-establishment all come to mind. The music that keeps her together is a strand of DNA that embodies her: screams of distorted guitars, and people with a message for all to listen. Take all that away and you have someone who unknown to most and beloved by almost everyone she meets. Connecting her dots will be a difficult challenge to anyone attempting, but when the hidden image appears, you would have never guessed what hit you.
Given Attributes Bring Really Incredible Entities that Like to perpLex Everyone.
Man it’s a hot one Like seven inches from the midday sun I hear you whisper and the words melt everyone But you stay so cool My munequita, my Spanish Harlem Mona Lisa Your my reason for reason The step in my groove And if you say this life ain’t good enough I would give my world to lift you up I could change my life to better suit your mood Cause you’re so smooth And just like the ocean under the moon Well that’s the same emotion that I get from you You got the kind of lovin that can be so smooth Gimme your heart, make it real Or else forget about it I’ll tell you one thing If you would leave it would be a crying shame In every breath and every word I hear your name calling me out Out from the barrio, you hear my rhythm from your radio You feel the turning of the world so soft and slow Turning you round and round
Curvaceous and courageous and fantastically outrageous. These words are few, and are only an iota of the dictionary that embodies your personality. We have met not so long ago, but the friendship that was initiated has created a bond that will last a lifetime. As the number sixteen will soon become one with me, it has interfused with you now, and will describe the rest of our generation as a whole eventually. The man who is betrothed to you has and always will be an everlasting fountain of love, a love which will blossom into the passionate flower of your adoration for an eternity and more. A love that I am grateful you are able to give to him and to that, I thank you for being the wonderful girl that my best friend has come to delight, and for being the nice friend I have come to know and love.
Victorious in EveRyOne’s Never-endIng Collective bAttle.
You’re not alone, as I’m not, as you have made me feel. Your life is none which can be compared to many. The life of many deserve none of the knowledge that flows from your mind to the less fortunate, but only to those who are fortunate enough to listen to the magic that flows from the melodic words that speak from your entire being are those who fully understand the wisdom being interpreted. The love which you fully and undoubtedly will expect in the future will come as I have foretold before, in the physical form that will embrace you with every inch of compassion. Tears releases emotions which the most educated cannot fully begin to fathom, that only you and I have experienced before. One common experience has blinded us from ever having a positive-ness that would be considered the norm, but as I have mended the same positive feeling, you will soon, my friend. For Heaven is the kingdom for those inherit it; a state equilibrium for the strong of faith, and many who share your feelings as I have once, will enter together as one.
This is a piece that I wrote some time ago for a girl I still love so very much:
The love is one that I cannot yet understand. What love, you say? I’ll tell you! it courses the blood that runs my veins and titillates my sense of euphoria with every waking second of being in her precious presence. The illustrious, vibrant colors that fill her eyes with such invigorating positivity is like no other. Her personality is one that churns a cauldron of emotions that mix into the perfect recipe for a girl who’s dreams are relived every night: a sweet, and hopeful one who’s undying love for me will have no end. Alas, the true nature of my ramblings goes as far as any man stricken by the venomous toxins that he hath named as love. A four letter word created by the tongue of mankind to describe an indescribable feeling. It feels second nature to my nourished need for such a feeling after the scorn of another girl who visited my musings from time to time. She now wanders the lonely streets of her imagination hoping for a knight in shining armor that would fulfill her needs… Her day will never come. As for when my day will come, it came more than a year ago, laying on the grass of memory lane looking into the amber-colored eyes that glow as bright as the sun’s reflection and remind me everyday why I have such a strong fervor for someone as lovely as her. My day has come, at last.