1. a precursor to love
the sight of the one that makes your heart jump mountains. Such a beautiful sight. So overwhelming. Seems so childlike to admire from so far. Thoughts of feeling their embrace. The twinge of jealousy you feel when that person isnt smiling because of you. Their smile illuminating the sky in the midst of a solar eclipse. The blushing at the sound of the name. The school girl giggles that you hope aren't embarrassing. Blind to the imperfections. Deaf to the criticisms.
2.To press between opposing bodies so as to break or injure, full of passion.
Pressing our bodies so close, as if to break me down. Breaking me down only to build me right back up. The touch that gives you a tingle down your spine. The kiss you wish to be lost in forever. Love that is full of passion, not just physical but emotional and mental. The smile that only they can only put on your face. Explosions of emotions, heartfelt kisses and embraces. The makings of forever, Mr. and Mrs. So it seems.
3.To overwhelm or oppress severely:
Perfection is no longer perfect. Love isnt what it seemed. Always unkind, always boastful, always untrue. No space no time away. Too much love. Sickening are the thoughts of marriage and forever and a day. Constant reminders of the your once blind imperfections. Mislead by their fake smiles. Shocked of their true intentions.
4.broken, or distorted by pressure
My heart dismantled. Love veins dried up, no blood flow to the heart. Asystole where my heart doesnt contract. No bloodflow to my brain, completely stopping my brain to function. Then my heart is subjected to stomps of their bitter thoughts and angry words.
I had a crush on you. I acted on that crush. Your love was crushed together, molding the perfect love. Oppressed almost to the point of breaking, smothered by our love. Finally my heart was CRUSHED all because the impulse of a schoolyard crush.
kr[is]genius right?
Friday, October 1, 2010
Monday, August 9, 2010
unobtainable.you and me.
me and you are UNobtainable from each other, however in or minds we are each others.
Our relationship is confined to thoughts of us that could be, should be, would be and if and only if be. Obtained by age limits, stereotypes, peer pressure characterizations by friends, or the physical locations in which we reside. Confined by the mental restrains that it wont be how we imagined it. Detained by the devil that sits on our shoulder telling us to take another route to happiness. Refrained by the racing heartbeat that signals nervousness when we think of us.
Oh how i want to be defined by much more. The kisses that make me melt, the hugs that give me comfort on days that i feel unpretty, the holding hands that gets me lost in a black abyss of you forever, lost in the journey of your smile, sick from withdrawal of your touch-the times we share that give me peace in the midst of a thunderstorm and on and on until our love becomes undefined., almost immeasurable. Immeasurable in the eyes of each other, so much that we live for only the moments in which share together. A moment shared together in complete silence, however we make much communication. With our eyes, our souls connect giving off the beauties and emotions of love. Emotions so deep its impossible to obtain from anywhere else but between you and me. WIth our hearts, beating as if synchronized.
But then we aren't synchronized in the least bit because our love is so far from real. Its like the prince and the pauper-socially inadequate to be even close. We're geographically far as if you're Antarctica and i'm the Artic. We're racially far like black to white. However were so conceptionally close that our souls touch as if they were fingers entertwined. If only concepts were made into ideas. Lets just face it were unobtainable. you and me.
kr[is] genius right? i need some feedback. and comments. its been a long time, kinda lost my creative niche.
Our relationship is confined to thoughts of us that could be, should be, would be and if and only if be. Obtained by age limits, stereotypes, peer pressure characterizations by friends, or the physical locations in which we reside. Confined by the mental restrains that it wont be how we imagined it. Detained by the devil that sits on our shoulder telling us to take another route to happiness. Refrained by the racing heartbeat that signals nervousness when we think of us.
Oh how i want to be defined by much more. The kisses that make me melt, the hugs that give me comfort on days that i feel unpretty, the holding hands that gets me lost in a black abyss of you forever, lost in the journey of your smile, sick from withdrawal of your touch-the times we share that give me peace in the midst of a thunderstorm and on and on until our love becomes undefined., almost immeasurable. Immeasurable in the eyes of each other, so much that we live for only the moments in which share together. A moment shared together in complete silence, however we make much communication. With our eyes, our souls connect giving off the beauties and emotions of love. Emotions so deep its impossible to obtain from anywhere else but between you and me. WIth our hearts, beating as if synchronized.
But then we aren't synchronized in the least bit because our love is so far from real. Its like the prince and the pauper-socially inadequate to be even close. We're geographically far as if you're Antarctica and i'm the Artic. We're racially far like black to white. However were so conceptionally close that our souls touch as if they were fingers entertwined. If only concepts were made into ideas. Lets just face it were unobtainable. you and me.
kr[is] genius right? i need some feedback. and comments. its been a long time, kinda lost my creative niche.
Saturday, June 26, 2010
brown.
Brown are the puddles after the rain through which I see your soul.
Brown are those silk ribbons with which you kiss.
Brown is the hue of which you are made, dark chocolate to be exact.
Brown are those fingers with which you grasp mine.
Brown is the feeling of warmth with which I feel from your embrace.
Brown is the color which I hope our shades of brown to one day create.
Brown is the center of a sunflower like that you are the center of my thoughts.
Brown are the trees that I sometimes foolishly wish our names were carved.
Brown is the earth, like Adam, from which you were built.
Brown are those shoulders, with which you seem to hold the world.
Brown like Corduroy, always lost in my heart.
Brown like UPS, what can brown do for you?
My answer, absolutely everything.
kr[is] genius right? lol
comment.
Brown are those silk ribbons with which you kiss.
Brown is the hue of which you are made, dark chocolate to be exact.
Brown are those fingers with which you grasp mine.
Brown is the feeling of warmth with which I feel from your embrace.
Brown is the color which I hope our shades of brown to one day create.
Brown is the center of a sunflower like that you are the center of my thoughts.
Brown are the trees that I sometimes foolishly wish our names were carved.
Brown is the earth, like Adam, from which you were built.
Brown are those shoulders, with which you seem to hold the world.
Brown like Corduroy, always lost in my heart.
Brown like UPS, what can brown do for you?
My answer, absolutely everything.
kr[is] genius right? lol
comment.
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
∞ love.
Our loving and is defined by derivatives
of adding and subtracting
and eventually creating a perfect equation
equal to infinite love,
never finite or measurable
but like absolute numbers also positive,
our love always increasing
like adding consecutive:
1+2+3+4+5+6+7
and its neverending
like this run-on sentence I ve created.
Its repeating decimal,
like a continuous function with no end points
or vertical asymtopes-not even horizontal.
Our love is smooth,
so smooth it continues to roll on-
however graphically our love never makes a circle,
too symmetric, following the same pattern
which gets old afterwhile.
Our love resembles rates of my heartbeat;
it's irregular but alive and ever-changing.
Visually represented by steep slopes
created by cubic or tangent functions.
Maybe our infintie love is too good for calculation,
or shall I say miscalculation,
our love is so perfect-rare even.
Fibonnocci doesn't have room to fit into his list of numbers.
Einsteins equation e=mc² is no comparison.
When you integrate our love, its a fractal describing,
the nature of perfection.
To think of it our equation of love is undefined.
2ND ON.......
kr[is] genius right? lol
comments please and thanks
of adding and subtracting
and eventually creating a perfect equation
equal to infinite love,
never finite or measurable
but like absolute numbers also positive,
our love always increasing
like adding consecutive:
1+2+3+4+5+6+7
and its neverending
like this run-on sentence I ve created.
Its repeating decimal,
like a continuous function with no end points
or vertical asymtopes-not even horizontal.
Our love is smooth,
so smooth it continues to roll on-
however graphically our love never makes a circle,
too symmetric, following the same pattern
which gets old afterwhile.
Our love resembles rates of my heartbeat;
it's irregular but alive and ever-changing.
Visually represented by steep slopes
created by cubic or tangent functions.
Maybe our infintie love is too good for calculation,
or shall I say miscalculation,
our love is so perfect-rare even.
Fibonnocci doesn't have room to fit into his list of numbers.
Einsteins equation e=mc² is no comparison.
When you integrate our love, its a fractal describing,
the nature of perfection.
To think of it our equation of love is undefined.
2ND ON.......
kr[is] genius right? lol
comments please and thanks
Monday, June 21, 2010
The summer night is like a perfection of thought. ~Wallace Stevens
hmmmm... summer night is like a perfection of thought means to me that one finds the perfect solace to think or that one can find peace during a summer night. This quote takes me to a time where I visited the country and at night there was so much silence. There were no ambulances, people yelling, police cars zooming or cars crashing-just silence. Maybe akward silence, I think at first but then I realize that this is what summer nights are made for. The silence is used to answer all the questions I have been wondering about. For example, why do boys act they way they do, why dont we feel the earth rotate, what if I had a time machine, and I could go on forever. However I dont verbally ask or answer them bc who would want to ruin the silence, which brought about answers to my unanswerable questions.
Ahhhh. Midnight breezes grazing across my face tingles and mosquitoes nipping away nector from my skin are what seem to be my ideal summer night. Summer nights are for contemplating. Summer nights are for dancing randomly in the street with your friends. Summer nights are for catching lightning bugs and eating freezepops with your dad. Summer nights are for taking pictures in the complete darkness with a flash so bright it hurts to smile. Summer nights seem to be in [sephia mode]: everything so still and untainted by the filth of resting people. Summer nights bring about the thoughts of love. Oh yes. The thoughts of what you and he/she did, that has made you smile no matter how long ago it may have been. This summer night and as the cool breezes comes through my window I think of you and the last time you made me smile. It doesnt matter how long ago it was that you were near, but more so the memory of us together. So everytime I think of this summer night breeze I'll have you to remember and maybe that'll get me through the long and grueling summer days until I can meet you in my thoughts during the sephia of the night.
Like Wallace I understand summer nights as being the perfection of thought. A whole dusk to dawn to change your thoughts into something worth dreaming or imagining night after night. Adding and subtracting people, changing the scenary in which your thoughts take place and being able to be whoever you want to be, judgement free. Ahhh yes-the perfection of thought is like trying to figure out why the time you spend with that person is different from any other person and you replay those sweet moments in your head hoping to figure it out. Then you realize that it all started with cute telephone calls between the dusk and dawn. Then you realize that because of the perfection of thoughts you were able to have those moments. kr[is]genius right? lol
first blog done! i need comments, suggestions, opinions-both positve and negative and definitely followers so recommend my blog please and thanks
Ahhhh. Midnight breezes grazing across my face tingles and mosquitoes nipping away nector from my skin are what seem to be my ideal summer night. Summer nights are for contemplating. Summer nights are for dancing randomly in the street with your friends. Summer nights are for catching lightning bugs and eating freezepops with your dad. Summer nights are for taking pictures in the complete darkness with a flash so bright it hurts to smile. Summer nights seem to be in [sephia mode]: everything so still and untainted by the filth of resting people. Summer nights bring about the thoughts of love. Oh yes. The thoughts of what you and he/she did, that has made you smile no matter how long ago it may have been. This summer night and as the cool breezes comes through my window I think of you and the last time you made me smile. It doesnt matter how long ago it was that you were near, but more so the memory of us together. So everytime I think of this summer night breeze I'll have you to remember and maybe that'll get me through the long and grueling summer days until I can meet you in my thoughts during the sephia of the night.
Like Wallace I understand summer nights as being the perfection of thought. A whole dusk to dawn to change your thoughts into something worth dreaming or imagining night after night. Adding and subtracting people, changing the scenary in which your thoughts take place and being able to be whoever you want to be, judgement free. Ahhh yes-the perfection of thought is like trying to figure out why the time you spend with that person is different from any other person and you replay those sweet moments in your head hoping to figure it out. Then you realize that it all started with cute telephone calls between the dusk and dawn. Then you realize that because of the perfection of thoughts you were able to have those moments. kr[is]genius right? lol
first blog done! i need comments, suggestions, opinions-both positve and negative and definitely followers so recommend my blog please and thanks
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