I swear I didn’t forget it was Thursday, except that I totally did forget. My bad! I had yesterday off and it threw off the momentum of the week. I’ve been bad with keeping up with blogs, so I think I may just start from scratch and keep up with the newest ones posted, because it is becoming too daunting of a task to go back and read over 100 separate posts (which I’m sure are all amazing). I guess I’ll see how it goes.
I have one poem to share today, which is more prose and freewriting more than anything, but I decided to share it anyways. Enjoy!
Thoughts on Love
How can I lose myself in love –
or is it “love”?
Do I dare lose control – give in to chaos,
swept away in the moment?
For love is only a moment, and passion
is but a relative of lust.
Passion is not felt within my heart,
but underneath my hips.
And if love and passion go hand in hand,
then I refuse it – I reject the notion.
And if love is passion, then it will
only feel good for a moment.
Once it’s reached its climax,
all is left is a mess the man left behind.
And all I feel is emptiness.