Love By Everyone

Love exists in all forms,
A feeling Born from instinct,
Manifested into a gateway, it has allowed us to venture into its many realms.
Love is a transcendence of logical explanation,
When previous protocols are overwritten and what’s left is worth it.
Love is a refined pallet, forever starving,
It engulfs the unimportant, unable to satisfy; in search for a divine flavor.
Love is a hardened empathy,
Refined by time, recognized by others and forever a guide.
Love is pain, a strain on the body and mind,
A paradox, a cure and a double edged sword.
Love is a decision, a sacrifice,
To hold someone above yourself,
To surrender any hindrances and all for a greater good.
Love is an ignorant priority,
You would watch the world crumble around you,
As long as they were in your arms.
Love is the hero,

The innocently naive who would face unfathomable adversity and still hold its beliefs.

Special thanks to:
Anjola, Alice, Henny, Rob, Dan, Jack, Ronny, Megan, Becky, Olivia, Abbie, Ella, Shona, Keith, Ben, Alice, Tom & Hannah.

For telling me what they thought of love.

A Man Hunting His Own Heart Pt1

I refused to believe my heart was separate.
The words left my mouth quickly,

But not as fast as the heart that left my chest.
I have chased this “muscle” for years,

Decades now.
Ever since it saw that “thing”,

It’s been trying to elude me, 

Looking for something; someone.
Its search a “Survival of the fittest”, 
The victor, hardened; worthy.
Am i worthy?

My methods of baiting it,

So far have been unsuccessful, 
Ego just shouted,  

This seemed to fuel the heart. 
Brain had a lot to think, 

But heart didn't have the ears to listen. 
And empathy related, 

But was having trouble feeling it.

I have so many questions, 
And I fear there are no answers, 
Like what fuels it, drives it; causes its existence.
Does it hunger? 

Can its thirst be quenched?
What does it want? 

What does it need?

More than it needs me. 

When it catch it there is much I can learn.

I'm BrEaKiNg

Venting is good through this, I've grown accustomed to the silent judgment of the internet.
I'm weird, writing is the best way and one of the only ways i can express how i feel, its a slow release.
Even if i'm not good at it

my chalice sits upon a pedestal,
Tilted; the chalice slides ever so slowly,
The holy cup,
Although aged and beautiful is plain,
Skeletal and dark.

In the bottom lies a trickle of blue liquid;
Sadness turned liquid that seeps from its sides,
The stains of blue are vibrant towards the top and fade slowly towards the bottom.
Amiss the marble you can see traces of repair,
Someone has tried to cover the stains,
Obviously maintaining the structure is hard.

The breakdown:
My mind is fucked, i'm slipping, they are coming back.
I not empty anymore and i hate it
ALL I FEEL IS SORROW; AND ITS SPREADING
i don't eat, i don't sleep and its getting noticeable.
If i cant deal with it i cover with stupid actions incomprehensible, its not even subtle anymore
My charisma is vanishing and i'm being replaced by this sheltered new "Ego"
Help.

Who am i speaking too

"What’s the matter? You saw them do it, whys it so hard for you"

"……."

"What? You thought you could just adopt all this? It’s not something you ask for. It’s something you are given."

"……."

"What? You thought you could just ignore me and have zero repercussions?"

"……"

"Listen, kid. You can have me, heck you could learn to live with me. but if you fuck up you best prepare.

"….."

"Stick with what you know, I’m a strange new world you haven’t explored yet. Potentially I’m the most painful thing that could happen to you.

Yeah… Best stay clear of me”

"… But I love you …."

Forward on till dawn

We’re at a difficult age, humanity.
We've come a long way in so little time,
Clawing and fighting our way to an unstable and unpredictable future.
At this point in life more to us is new than it ever was.
Even from the ashes of dead technology we strive to improve.
Stem cells, abortion, population growth and war.
This world is just a bundle of bipolar madness.
Wars raged in humanity’s brief past
And in the end there is regret on all sides.
it’s effects radiate through the ages as reminders of the horrors we have achieved.
They scar and heal the earth and it’s inhabitants.
Regardless of how much tissue is natural or scar,
The embodiment of mankind fights on.
If life had to have a moral plastered across it’s ironically cruel teachings:
It’s that war always prevails for it is our oldest practice.

Chia

My love for her is more than physical
It appeared when she did and It controlled everything.