SONNET #6


“That is love, to give away everything, to sacrifice everything, without the slightest desire to get anything in return.”
-Albert Camus


“Love is what makes sex more than masturbation. If there is no love even if you are really with a partner you masturbate with a partner.”
Sama kaya analogi tissue.
―Slavoj Zizek


We were so close we had everything, we could feel the others pain, we would have our hearts sync to each other’s rhythm but then something changed, either you changed or I changed and we started missing beats. We blamed ourselves and that grew into blaming each other. We used to be so strong together, and now we use that power to fight against one another but the problem is we don’t know how to stop fighting. We were just out of rhythm so we keep stepping on each others toes and we need to just get back into the beat of the song that we dance to and get back to dancing. Not yelling…


Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won’t either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart. You are here to be swallowed up. And when it happens that you are broken, or betrayed, or left, or hurt, or death brushes near, let yourself sit by an apple tree and listen to the apples falling all around you in heaps, wasting their sweetness. Tell yourself you tasted as many as you could. — Louise Erdrich


Hurricane of emotions. Tornados of doubts. Your enjoyment seeing me on the ground, is this what your love is about? — You cause storms and droughts. You move my soul left and right. You are the reason I die every single night. — On the brink of insanity, at my peak of despair. Like a nymph, you come and caress my hair. — Is this the way you want to love me? … Is this the only way you will look me in the eyes?


How can you say you know me. When you’ve only seen my skin — Don’t mark me with your footprints. If you plan to leave too soon. And only want to know me. Because the birdsong might be pretty. But it’s not for you they sing. And if think my winter is too cold. You don’t deserve my spring.


We’re born alone, we live alone, we die alone. Only through our love and friendship can we create the illusion for the moment that we’re not alone. – Orson Welles


Vision is the art of seeing what is invisible to others. – Johathan S


Interesting question only came up from an interesting person.


No-one has ever properly understood me, I have never fully understood anyone; and no-one understands anyone else.


The whole of life is but a moment of time. It is our duty, therefore to use it, not to misuse it. — Plutarch


All these years on my own. Fight my fight all alone. Till you came, I didn’t know the feeling. Till you left, I didn’t know the feeling. Now it’s a cycle — Unbreakable — Permanent. Never to leave me. Because of you, the feeling is stuck inside. You were once the highlight of my lowlife.


If you are the person who wake up next to me in the morning. Maybe I’d place my ear against your chest, and hear your heartbeat. Beat of the thing that has been working through the night, sound of bloodstream coursing through your vein.. Then you’d place yours too against mine. And you’ll hear the hollow resonance that tells you that I have depleted. You’ll know, that I’m not as picturesque as everyone fantasizes, but will give you every little things I have.. And at least in this barren vastness, there’s room for more of you, to keep and love.


I know you think this world is too dark to even color, but I’ve seen flowers bloom at midnight. I’ve seen kites fly in gray skies and they were real close to looking like the sunrise, and sometimes it takes the most wounded wings the most broken things to notice how strong the breeze is, how precious the flight. — Andrea Gibson


Darling, there are people who will touch your soul before they touch your body; people who will run their fingers through your mind and make you gasp from the profound of intimacy of being so thoroughly explored. — I want you to wait for those people. I want you to remember, you deserve people like that in your life. Just… don’t hold your breath. They’ll find you when it’s time… — R.S.


You think you’ve seen her naked because she took her clothes off?. — Tell me about her dreams. Tell me what breaks her heart. What is she passionate about, and what makes her cry? Tell me about her childhood. Better yet, tell me one story about her that you’re not in. — You’ve seen her skin, and you’ve touched her body. But you still know as much about her as a book you once found, but never got around to opening.


To the woman reading this with a restless soul and an aching heart, i want you to know that sometimes you have to break down in order to break through. – mba2 fluxcup


We real cool. We left school. We lurk late. We strike straight. We sing sin. We thin gin. We jazz June. We die soon. -G. Brooks


I would simply choose the person who has no one, so that they would have someone, even if that person is a complete stranger, as long as my loves are loved. I would seek out the unloved and mke them loved.


 

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