Sunday, April 18, 2010
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this pulsating beast those so-called professionals call “the heart” is so excruciatingly difficult to manage sometimes, especially when it is so wildly bursting with sound and effervescent emotion. Some choose to call this explosion an ailment, but others see it as a necessary achievement, for it makes your blood rush more intensely to all other areas of your body (it compensates for how much of it accumulates right there in the center of your bulletproof chest). Because of this unpredictable event you realize now that you are feeling a previously unattainable degree of emotion- a degree not due to your collected memories but due to your collected understanding of how absurd it is to fear reaching a deeper level of intimacy with someone you so eagerly want to spend the rest of your life with. it seems so right, but yet the distance seems so wrong, and no matter how much aromatherapy you use your neck still displays the symptoms of the incurable expression you are trying so hard to contain within yourself.
Sunday, April 11, 2010
for all intended purposes
for all intended purposes,
heroes will be jealous of our intimate affection
and will desperately wonder why
our sublime respect for each other
renders us invincible.
yes, we know that it is all intended-
even though that didn’t really register
into our pretenses of long ago.
but we know that Time has taught us this:
that the least expected will always tiptoe in
that dusty empty room we left behind.
clarify. no misunderstanding:
Expectation is not permitted to prowl,
just like i do not allow
you to petulantly frown
at my departure.
I’ve kept silent on this,
but i have just recently noticed
how you choose to radiate your happiness
somewhat carefully,
out of apprehension, perhaps
or maybe out of a weariness, that
causes you to cautiously withhold
expressions of commitment.
not to say
that i am in an way
more prepared
than you
to divulge those words of promise.
but, i am still curious
as to why you seem to approach this
like the sun that unhurriedly rises
and ensures that its subjects
don’t witness its shine all at once.
maybe it’s because i asked you to.
still. nonetheless,
for all intended
and intensive purposes,
my purposes are strictly
and always will be
intended and intense.
heroes will be jealous of our intimate affection
and will desperately wonder why
our sublime respect for each other
renders us invincible.
yes, we know that it is all intended-
even though that didn’t really register
into our pretenses of long ago.
but we know that Time has taught us this:
that the least expected will always tiptoe in
that dusty empty room we left behind.
clarify. no misunderstanding:
Expectation is not permitted to prowl,
just like i do not allow
you to petulantly frown
at my departure.
I’ve kept silent on this,
but i have just recently noticed
how you choose to radiate your happiness
somewhat carefully,
out of apprehension, perhaps
or maybe out of a weariness, that
causes you to cautiously withhold
expressions of commitment.
not to say
that i am in an way
more prepared
than you
to divulge those words of promise.
but, i am still curious
as to why you seem to approach this
like the sun that unhurriedly rises
and ensures that its subjects
don’t witness its shine all at once.
maybe it’s because i asked you to.
still. nonetheless,
for all intended
and intensive purposes,
my purposes are strictly
and always will be
intended and intense.
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