The Knowing Heart
I know your heart now. I’ve placed too much hope on hope. I’ll erase your name from my mind. Neither am I bitter nor overjoyed. I’ve accepted my stand and your unconscious stand. We are too different; our desires contrast from one another. Not to forget, I belong to a different dimension. Let’s be realistic though, the sight of you still gives me a high. I end up with a silly grin, and the urge to faint on the spot. But I now know… what I wasn’t sure of. Sponsor ZUJI SG - MLOB Cannonball 300x250 Find Me The Best Priced...
Beings of Different Worlds
Your innocent eyes brings me profound misery. It is as though you have wrenched my beating heart with those graceful fingers and forced it into an over-small box. The misery so profound because we are beings of separate dimensions and I’ve had the misfortune to fancy you. While in proximity we can be close, our hearts are separated by a heavy veil between each dimension. Somehow, I hoped and believed I could challenge the laws of this world but I was stupid. I awaited the day you’d utter my name with the fevour of those who pray. It never came. I’m a pathetic fool who is in love with you. I’m a dirty animal that you should rightly scorn because that is how it is. And I’m an idiot to leave myself vulnerable by trying to love. Logen L.
Hell’s Museum of Infatuation
I am a robber. There is an artifact I want from the museum. But the value of things on display are supposedly priceless. Knowing I can only see that beautiful piece and not touch it makes me resentful. The piece has hypnotised my senses. Robbing the museum will not make me the true possessor of it. After all, while I may be able to retrieve it, its soul will vanish. An empty shell, though beautiful, is meaningless… If you do not already understand, read on. The artifact is a person, the museum represents the many obstacles. The talk of ‘robbery’ implies coercion to love. Even if I force you to love me, what would I have gained? A person without a soul… Logen
The Irony of You
Under the starry skies shall we lay for eternity. Calming acoustic sounds drift from the distance. It is upon the sands of time that we sit, listening to the whispering seas. Discussing the cosmos of life and death and as ever shall I appreciate your voice. As the cool zephyr sieves through your hair, like it does the palm trees, your ethereal face shan’t go unnoticed. And while we huddle for warmth, we draw our breaths as one. Thereon, eyes closed, your scent is adequate reassurance. With suddenness, I gasp; you are gone. Too bad. This is but a dream… Irony… Logen
Love is the Triumph of Imagination over Intelligence
Within my skull, your wretched name is etched. I am your slave, for though the name resounds endlessly, never do I dare speak it, in fear of letting slip my fiery passion. Your presence prompts my heart and mind to race. And all too soon, the heart triumphs every ounce of logic. Had I the opportunity I’d stare forever into your eyes, the windows to your soul. On the rare chance upon which I caught glimpses into you eyes, I witnessed swimming playfulness, coupled with humbled maturity. Ah, alas, this is but inconsequential, for the witness shall only be a witness for evermore… It is doubtful that you will ever say my name as if it were holy. With even more certainty and conviction, our gaze will never meet, so as to connect our souls as one. This I...
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