Love Like
by Shihan
I want a love like me, thinking of you, thinking of me,
thinking of you type love
or, me telling my friends more than I've ever admitted to
myself about how I feel about you type love
or, hating how jealous you are, but loving how much you
want me all to your self type love,
or seeing how your first name just sounds so good next to my last name,
and shit, I wanted to see how far I could get without
calling you, and I barely made it out of my garage.
See, I want a love that makes me wait until she falls
asleep then wonder if she dreaming about us being in love
type love,
or who loves the other more,
or what she's doing at this exact moment,
or slow dancing in the middle of our apartment to the music of our hearts, closing my eyes and imagining how a love so good could just hurt so much when she's not there.
Shit, I love not knowing where this love is headed type love.
And check this, I want to place those little post-it notes
all around the house so she never forgets how much I love her type love then not have enough ink in my pen to write
all there is to love about her type love.
Hope that I make her feel as good as she makes me feel, like believing that her being in my life makes me a better person type love or I want her to distract me form whatever I'm doing type love
and I want to deal with my friends making fun of me the
way I made fun of them when they went through the same kind of love type love.
Only difference is this is one of those real love type loves.
and just like in high school, I want to spend hours on the phone with her not saying shit,
then fall asleep then wake up with HER right next to me,
and smell her all up in my covers type love
I want to try to counting the ways I love her, and then
lose count in the middle just so that I have to start all
over again type love
I want to celebrate one of those month anniversaries even
though they ain't really anniversaries, but doin' it just
cause it makes her happy type love.
And I want to break down the time we spend together into seconds just so it sounds like we spend more time together type love
And check this, I want fall in love with the melody the
phone plays when her number is dialed into it type loves
and then talk to her until I lose my breath, she leaves me breathless, but with the expanding of my lungs I inhale all of her back into me
I want a love that makes me need to change my cell phone calling plan to something that allows me to talk to her longer
because, in all honesty, I want to avoid one of them high cell phone bill type loves.
I want a love that makes me regret how small my hands are
I mean the lines on my palms don't give me enough time to love her as long as I'd like to type loves,
and I want a love that makes me st-st-st-st-stutter just thinking
about how strong this love is type love.
I want a love that makes me want to cut off all my hair
Well, maybe not all of the hair
maybe just cut the split ends and trim my mustache, but
it will still be a symbol of how strong my love is for her.
And check this, I kinda feel comfortable now, so I can tell y'all this I even be fantasizing about walking out on a green light just dying to get hit by a car just so I could lose my memory
get transported to some third world country just to get treated then somehow meet up again with you so that I could fall in love with you in a different language to see if it still feels the same
I want a love that's as unexplainable as she is, but I'm here, and she is going to be the one that I share this love with.
Saturday, November 29, 2008
Friday, October 31, 2008
Planar Test
I had a blog previous to this, im posting some of the good posts
Wendsday, October 29, 2008 at 7:05pm
Planar Test
I forget what formulas your love works with,
You've stated things that proofs cannot prove,
Your hands are a diagram why romance with you has failed.
I reduce you to math poetics,
Dehumanizing to empower, but it's not working.
I just wish you didn't encompass my entire heart grid.
I was forced;
'Cause I have no desire to leave you.
Even though all you do, is subtract from me.
Beau Sia
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E48blO-17wY)
I like the poem.. I guess it's not really relevant to me at the moment, but still an amazing poem. I have been reading more poems and looking for good poems, since I haven't been as motivated to write as I have been in the past few weeks.
Wendsday, October 29, 2008 at 7:05pm
Planar Test
I forget what formulas your love works with,
You've stated things that proofs cannot prove,
Your hands are a diagram why romance with you has failed.
I reduce you to math poetics,
Dehumanizing to empower, but it's not working.
I just wish you didn't encompass my entire heart grid.
I was forced;
'Cause I have no desire to leave you.
Even though all you do, is subtract from me.
Beau Sia
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E48blO-17wY)
I like the poem.. I guess it's not really relevant to me at the moment, but still an amazing poem. I have been reading more poems and looking for good poems, since I haven't been as motivated to write as I have been in the past few weeks.
My List
I had a blog previous to this, im posting some of the good posts
Monday, October 27, 2008 at 5:33pm
I am..
-an asian boy.
-trapped in a body of a 12 year old rice patty picking boy.
-somewhat negative.
-good at talking.
-lacking the traits of a full grown man.
-trained in the art of calculus.
-a black belt.
-a writer, some say writing is an art, so..
-an artist.
-misunderstood.
-a master at hacky sack.
-trying everyday to make a difference.
-sorry.
I am not..
-as asian as people think i am.
-very nice when it comes to talking..
-not good at calc.. whatsoever.
-negative for no reason.
-a women.. although i do agree that i am somewhat feminine.
-a very good writer/artist (but i make one hell of an effort.)
-making a very big difference.
-a lot of things.
but i try.
Monday, October 27, 2008 at 5:33pm
I am..
-an asian boy.
-trapped in a body of a 12 year old rice patty picking boy.
-somewhat negative.
-good at talking.
-lacking the traits of a full grown man.
-trained in the art of calculus.
-a black belt.
-a writer, some say writing is an art, so..
-an artist.
-misunderstood.
-a master at hacky sack.
-trying everyday to make a difference.
-sorry.
I am not..
-as asian as people think i am.
-very nice when it comes to talking..
-not good at calc.. whatsoever.
-negative for no reason.
-a women.. although i do agree that i am somewhat feminine.
-a very good writer/artist (but i make one hell of an effort.)
-making a very big difference.
-a lot of things.
but i try.
Love
I had a blog previous to this, im posting some of the good posts
Wednesday, October 22, 2008 at 5:31pm
Love, like many of life's processes is like a double-edged sword. On one end there is something amazing, breath taking. On the other, love can scar you, sometimes permanently. Love, although I have not experienced it fully, is supposedly the one feeling that will never be rivaled with. But on the other hand, we have the polar example: the pain caused by love. Something as passionate and strong must have an equally strong opposite reaction. And it does. Things don't end the way you want them to, and it will hurt when it does end up like that. It is a different kind of pain; it is different from the stubbed toe or a bee sting. It's more the confusion that hurts. Confusion because you don't know why or how someone you cared about so dearly can hurt you so deeply.
So after coming to the conclusion that love has its yin and yang; it leaves you with a choice. Leave yourself vulnerable and open to pain, just to experience love; or avoid it all, and live a painless life. It's a hard choice; really, it's one that everyone makes when it comes to relationships. Pick wisely, because your choice can change your life forever.
Wednesday, October 22, 2008 at 5:31pm
Love, like many of life's processes is like a double-edged sword. On one end there is something amazing, breath taking. On the other, love can scar you, sometimes permanently. Love, although I have not experienced it fully, is supposedly the one feeling that will never be rivaled with. But on the other hand, we have the polar example: the pain caused by love. Something as passionate and strong must have an equally strong opposite reaction. And it does. Things don't end the way you want them to, and it will hurt when it does end up like that. It is a different kind of pain; it is different from the stubbed toe or a bee sting. It's more the confusion that hurts. Confusion because you don't know why or how someone you cared about so dearly can hurt you so deeply.
So after coming to the conclusion that love has its yin and yang; it leaves you with a choice. Leave yourself vulnerable and open to pain, just to experience love; or avoid it all, and live a painless life. It's a hard choice; really, it's one that everyone makes when it comes to relationships. Pick wisely, because your choice can change your life forever.
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