5/26/10
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How much love can a person give to others? Or one person or two people? How many times can a person really fall in love? And if your answer is more than once, how many soulmates do we truly have? Do we really have that one person, the one that completes us...our other half? Our BETTER HALF for that matter. Or is that just an idea that has been implanted in our minds due to Hollywood and the typical love movies and love stories. Are we destined to have a few heartaches in order to arrive at our goal and ultimately appreciate the journey it took us to get to them. Or is it a simple "love at first sight" ? Are we capable of giving ourselves completley to another without the constant temptation of those surrounding us?
I believe we can misinterpret what love is. We may try to use the word love for a summer fling, an infatuation, or a relationship based on nothing but lust. Love needs no explanation, its an action. Putting another's well being before our own. Love does not judge and is blind. I believe we have one true match and when we dont end up with who we are ment to be with, heartaches and break ups occur. Love at first sight is not real and merely a chemical reaction that takes place in our brain. Love does not develop in an instance, it develops overtime and is a choice. I believe 100% that someone can give themselves completley to one person. Once someone realizes that the temptation they feel is not worth jepordizing their relationship (if its a good relationship), than that is when they can fully give themselves to another.
I believe we can misinterpret what love is. We may try to use the word love for a summer fling, an infatuation, or a relationship based on nothing but lust. Love needs no explanation, its an action. Putting another's well being before our own. Love does not judge and is blind. I believe we have one true match and when we dont end up with who we are ment to be with, heartaches and break ups occur. Love at first sight is not real and merely a chemical reaction that takes place in our brain. Love does not develop in an instance, it develops overtime and is a choice. I believe 100% that someone can give themselves completley to one person. Once someone realizes that the temptation they feel is not worth jepordizing their relationship (if its a good relationship), than that is when they can fully give themselves to another.
It's Like Candy- Cameo
"my eyes roll in my head, i toss and turn in my bed in the morning when I think about you"
Dont push me away
"In this cold world girl every man needs help too
So baby I'm a ride and no plans to fail you"
So baby I'm a ride and no plans to fail you"
5/22/10
Holden Back
This is how I feel about you
Even though we come from two different worlds
There's something real about you
Girl, don't be scared to follow your heart
Ill never ever hurt you, you deserve me "
5/17/10
If You Forget Me
I want you to know
one thing.
You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.
Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.
If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.
If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.
But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine
-Pablo Neruda
one thing.
You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.
Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.
If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.
If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.
But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine
-Pablo Neruda
5/3/10
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