Thoughts On Love #12

Thoughts on Beauty #4

It is always so beautiful to see a crowd. They are one, made of many. Each person walking to the same rhythm- a heartbeat.

Bum Bum

At first it is quiet. It is the first sign of life, or better yet, a rebirth.

Bum Bum

It has grown louder, echoing through the streets. They are united, they are one.

BUM BUM

It is deafening, the beautiful sound of rebellion and of unity. Many people standing for one purpose, a sign of change.

That is what can change lives, every person rising up for what they believe in, standing tall while they sing. They march to a beat, that heartbeat- now deafening- as a sign of beauty and of something new.

Strings of lights and

Yellow tapestries

Brighten up my room

In an attempt to hide

The darkened mess

That lurks in the corners

The world fell silent

But still you dance

With movements flowing

Like a newborn river

Knowing the path

The pattern

The way

But still unable to take it

Thoughts on Love #16

This is neither what i expected, nor what I wanted. 

I thought love was about fighting for something, not with someone- then i realized how similar the two concepts were. I understand now that i was fighting with you in order to protect myself, when really all I needed was you. 

When will my heart

Be as full of love

As my mind is full

Of worries?

If we are all as dead

As we claim to be

Then are we merely

Skeletal actors

Playing the role of a man

And stiffly mimicking

The beating of a heart?

I grew up hoping

I was special

But you made me believe

It was true

Thoughts on Beauty #5

Have you ever stopped to understand words?

There is so much that is beautiful about language. In every piece of writing, there is emotion. There is nothing more human than the love, hate, greed, forgiveness, sadness, and joy that is in every word you read. We can therefore know that words are in fact beautiful, not just becuause of their own complexity, but also because of the complexity of human nature which they express

Of all the insults you've thrown

"Soft" has hurt the most.

To hear that the years of love and laughter

That carved the lines in my cheeks

Were a weakness

Wounds me as much as the slaps you endured

At the hands of people far less soft than I.

In a moment my pain will pass, I know

And pity will set in

At how sad it is that you were raised

To see compassion as a flaw.

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Day 3/14