Currently listening to: "Being Bad Feels Really Good" by DIOYY? (http://youtube.com/watch?v=WBHHDb5x1WM) on repeat hah.
Wanted to include this...cause maybe you all can understand my mood a bit better.

*Note-This was all written on the spot.



Woah.

Im caught in the storm
And Im spinning.

I'm Spinning, and I'm Spinning
And I cant be stopped.

I drop I Love Yous
Like America Drops Bombs

And I'm not sure if i mean them...
Just as we're not sure of this war fought.

And I Can compare War with Love.
Cause there two in the same.

With or Without Meaning
But ever constant and present.
His name?

No.
But.
His cause?
Enough.
He gives me winds in my stomach.
He gives me cotton comfort to cough.
He gives me this constant "question of myself."
He drives me to believe hes my only help.
He corrupts me with his love for bombs.
As they implode lead lusts throughout my arteries and songs.

My songs with a voice
That rests in my womb.
That cause violent waters.
That fill empty rooms.

I've never drowned myself in one.
But I'm in water up to my head.
I can taste it.
I can taste the ocean.

And I can taste the clouds.
Cause my head is still above.
And it should be reaching heavens...
If we are certainly in Love.


Or War
Whichever the two.
Yet we have begin.

I purposley lose the battles...To Let Love Win.








*This is my idea of a "Love" poem...so it may be a bit scattered and uneditied...unperfect but i like it that way cause thats how it flowed....would dig some feedback even if its picking at my scattered thoughts. Thank you for reading.

Your poems just get better and better, and i can really feel where you coming from..

Be Happy:icon_bigg

I liked the concept very much, the way love's kind of like a double-edged sword. I enjoyed reading it, thanks for sharing.