The Pen and The Wind

The divine taste of love,
The thing better for life than air or blood,
For life without love is not life at all,
But the walking days of the dead,
Love, that keystone of the soul,
The only thing that constitutes true humanity,
And each of us living dead hopes to feel you,
So we may start living finally,
For you revive us and ascend us,
Into what humanity was truly meant to be. 

I never knew a love than that of Time and Space. 

The two of them hold a love for each other few could even fathom,
From every kiss and embrace,
They become more entwined with one another,
Separate and yet inseparable,
The passion in their carnal embrace was the birth of fusion,
And with every motion and caress did shockwaves of energy burst,
Filling one another physically and spiritually, 
Down to a quantum level. 

Time and Space’s love was so great,
That they neglected the world,
For it was insignificant compared to what was shared between them,
Time and Space had a love so great between them,
That they ascended into a higher state,
A plane for just the two of them,
And in their sharing their bond they became more interwoven,
Making our very universe from their love.

We live in an infinite world of love,
Created by the two ultimate lovers,
And yet we deny it and betray Time and Space,
Instead of honoring them,
By simply loving.

What if love is but a disease?
A infection transmitted via blood and air,
That inflicts us with it’s madness, not allowing proper function,
And seizes us wholly until it has spread all over,
Slowly killing the host from within if symbyosis is not acheived,
And leaves when the heart is too damaged to go on.

Love must be a virus, 
For there is no cure or treatment for it,
Until you face that near death so many times,
That you build up a natural immunity, 
And the infections come less frequently.

The crazy thing though, 
Is that you miss the infections,
You miss the madness, 
And you curse your built immunity,
For that is the disease’s best trick,
It makes you crave for it,
An eternal parasite that we love to have. 

Would I make a lover of the breeze?
To take the gentle caress of the zephyrs upon my lips,
And return them with all heart and soul,
Would I do such a thing?

Would I give my love to a Sylph?
The current of air flowing through both her and I,
To stir and fulfill the mind, 
To think in ways not ever seen,
And be inspired to ways unfathomable,
As the electricity between us charges us,
And from the simple touch of lips,
And staring deep into each other eyes,
Do we see the world as so much more,
And find the beauty in everything,
As we see it in each other,
Dare I experience that love like no other?

Would I give my heart to the wind?
I would if she would take it. 

Tonight, I have to try and write ten love poems for a creative writing final project. This coming from me, the guy who has become so numb to the idea of love he can’t write anything halfway decent about it anymore. 

This should be a difficult/interesting evening. 

Alright, the first of my two actual exams is today. (The rest of my courses just require final papers, which I’ve been killing myself working on) 

Here’s hoping a bit of cramming and some crazy luck work out for me in this. 

 tothedeepestgrave said: I just clicked on that link and I really fucking regret it

Just remember, this is a fringe group of total nutters, and in no way represents rational thinking people. 

As part of a paper for my ancient sexuality class, I get to look up sources claiming that all women are evil. It’s actually pretty funny, because I have to explicitly claim none of these sources are credible, because they’re all written by a bunch of lunatics. 

If you want to seriously get a good laugh, take a look at this one, it’s the best I’ve found so far:

http://www.jesus-is-savior.com/Evils%20in%20America/Feminism/feminism_is_evil.htm