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_When displayed, do the words' meanings belong to the author or are they the community's property? People may insist meanings upon words and phrases as if they were the ones on the other side of the pen. Does the author's intentions mean anything or are they discarded? When an author wants something to be read in a certain fashion is it required that they include an explaination so there's no chance of a messed up interpretation? But on the other side, words and ideas, can one actually own them? When somebody writes them are they making their own idea or just rewording ideas that already exist (are all ideas original)? Can somebody actually own such things as ideas or words? "Copyrights" belong to the people who are insecure and don't want competition. They're the ones who bolt down ideas ("cage the bird") disallowing ideas to grow and stem from theirs. Words and ideas, is ownership possible?
_Unmuting the soul. You may think I'm just shy, but truthfully I speak from the heart more frequently than from the mouth. Don't you feel my feelings? Close your ears and open up your mind. Open up your heart. Open up your soul. At the very least open up your eyes and turn on the flashlight. You can find me in the shadow of the boy you imagine yourself with. Scratch that. You could've found me in the shadow of the boy you imagined yourself with*. Now? I'm currently searching for a place to go. Maybe I'll locate that heart that'll let me in, maybe I won't. Either way, I've dismissed all my intentions of entering yours. The only place you'll see me again is within your mind. Check the place called "Missed Opportunities". You can find me there anytime. Believe it.
_L-O-V-E. Call up Webster and tell him the bad news: These four letters connected mean nothing nowadays. Every single request ends with a simple and meaningless "I love you". Love was once unknown. It once represented a feeling that couldn't be explained. It once meant something beyond a synonym for "please". Now? The word means so little that it's pointless to even utter. Do I still believe in the feeling that the word 'love' once represented? Mildly. For that hasn't endured the test of time either. This new misrepresentation of the word love supports the quote "actions speak louder than words". Since the word 'love' means absolutely nothing, people are now forced to express this feelings with their actions. But what am I to expect within a society in which lust vetos any other feeling. One in which a walk through a park while holding hands with a "significant other" seems less appealing than a random hook-up with a stranger that you never plan to talk to again. Is that what we as a species have become? Animals that are hellbent on sexual pleasures that they overlook the other simple pleasures in life? And you're probably thinking "who the hell does this guy think he is?". Me? I'm nobody, just a guy that refuses to submit to the influence of the aforementioned 'animals'. Betonit.
_I take maps when I visit her, because I'm always lost in her eyes. Give my heart to her on request, 'cause she never tossed me aside. Have to reroute the circuits of my heart whenever we depart 'cause she's the reason it beats. It's hard to leave, call it naive but I count the days 'til we next meet. The way your hair falls on your shoulder, the way you laugh, the way you smile, the way your number's on my phone under 'recently dialed' basically makes my life worthwhile. You have a way of making me stay and keeping my mind in disarray and like lung removal baby, you take my breath away. I had to go and edit my list of heroes so I could add Cupid. Nobody ever stole my heart but somehow you did...
_Empty out the bin 'cause I'm finished with being used and carefully discarded. Just attach my heart to a dartboard, the pain wouldn't differ. Wish I could remove letters from board games, to get 'u' out of my 'Life'. I'm not that fortunate however, I made a bad impression on the first date with lady luck and now she holds a grudge. Babe, I gave you all I had and you pawned it away as if it was meaningless. You've lost your hold on me. Cut the strings and find the fairy. "Iwanttobearealboy."
_Never wore the shirt with my heart on the sleeve, but there was something about you that made me feel comfortable in it. Felt as if you'd be trustworthy. Forever untapped and locked down, my emotions were freed by a cute smile and a pleasant personality. It put me out there, and I had all confidence in you. Fast forward, I feel completely idiotic for casting my line of emotions so far from the ship. Now I'm reeling 'em back in but you bit the bait and now have a strong hold on my emotions. Now what? Let you, a malevolent girl, maintain control over my emotions, or cut the line and never let myself drift that far away? Reinvent myself. Rest assured this ship will be grounded, because the only place I know where my emotions won't be harmed is within myself.
_She'sequippedwiththefinestbeautilities.
_The war between Mind and Heart has begun. (Un)evenly matched countries. Many people move to Mind, just to utilize it in order to terrorize Heart. Heart is open to attack, its only purpose: to find peace. This is its weakness, however, and like every time before, it may wind up a defeated country. The capital city of Heart: Feeling, and oh you should see how Mind takes Feeling and destroys it on several occasions. In the past, Mind usually prevails, for all it has to fight with is empty promises and unfulfilled expectations, and its army is well trained in both areas. Heart's army thrives off of beliefs, wishes, and dreams, which are defeated time and time again, because of Mind's relentless attacks. Living in Heart has been hard, simply because I've renounced its religion. 'Cause there's only one church in Heart and it preaches about love, and I think I've lost faith...
_We inhabit Past, a town built upon regrets and mistakes. The demolition crew is always looking to bring it down but the protesters of nostalgia keep it intact. I'm willing to ride on maturity into the neighboring town, Future, but I'm looking for a co-pilot. Be the one that I'm with as I move into the Future? 'Cause girl what I see is you&me fulfilling dreams. I'm laughing at NASA because I haven't been educated in science, yet I've found you, a being far beyond any earthly limitation; completely out of this world. I'll give you my heart, I come in peace(s).
_I scan the surrounding area. Eyes dart ever constantly in every direction. No sign of you in my general area, let alone "with" me. But then I close my eyes and rest assured you're the only one I see. Comb a sea of people and all I'd see is you, but I'd just flow with the other waves of people to you. Noticely unnoticed. Went to the doctor to make sure my legs were functioning, because I can't seem to get over you. Sometimes I just wish I could etch-a-sketch my mind, shake and clear it of all previous images. Instead I have a tattoo parlor in my head, best selling piece of art: you...
_She's skilled in her art. My mind, merely a canvas on which to create imagery. Her brush strokes consist of memories and feelings which she utilizes to paint scenes that I see at night. Shuffle through my mind and remember her. Her voice, a constant harmony echoed in my head. Motion pictures play in my head starring her. Looked through my thoughts and tried to compile a "best of" soundtrack, but was unable to because every moment was lived like life was going out of style. I'm writing nonsensical sentences because my mind is cluttered with thoughts of her and there's no way to sort it out into perfect formed English. MY(Y)M(O)I(U)ND. Would it be forward of me to say that you should lend me the keys to your heart?
_Thoughts flash throughout my head constantly. They keep me up. I can't sleep because my heart is heavier than my eyes.
_So uh... when am I getting my breath back?
_I recite the alphabet backwards just to get to U faster.
_You've made your mark upon my mind permanently. Burst into my life without knocking and just as sudden, rendered my continuation of dreaming pointless.
_She is an overbearing force. I dare you to try and make a justified decision while in her presence. Her sole reason for existence is to jumble your thoughts and, occasionally, turn you into a babbling idiot. She may distract you, and in time may consume your entire life because of your obsession with her. She's not easily overlooked, as she is what all people seek in their life at one time or another. Seeking doesn't accomplish anything however, because only she determines when she'll make an appearance in your life be it ideal or inopportune. All in all, her intentions may be well but we, as humans, are no match for the uncontrollable power she holds over us. Her actions can be catastrophic or euphoric. So prepare to have a best friend or a worst enemy by the name of Love.
_Hope grows ever more inconspicuous, concealed by the darkness of lying and deceit present in the attitudes of humanity. You, however, shine a beacon of fulfillment through the shrouds that would otherwise keep any existence of Hope impossible. You breathe life upon my expectations, I mean, you keep my Hope alive.
_I'm perplexed at how no matter what happens over the course of any given day, immense or miniscule, I can never seem to divert my attention away from thoughts about you.
_I could go on to utter my sweet nothings -or- I could decide not to conceal myself behind a clever line that I conceived within my mind. Start it off with an intro and develop a conversation. Try to explore the depths of her brain like: "What's your name? What're your interests? What ya like to do?" Do what I can, to become friends, and maybe she'll like me too...
_When displayed, do the words' meanings belong to the author or are they the community's property? People may insist meanings upon words and phrases as if they were the ones on the other side of the pen. Does the author's intentions mean anything or are they discarded? When an author wants something to be read in a certain fashion is it required that they include an explaination so there's no chance of a messed up interpretation? But on the other side, words and ideas, can one actually own them? When somebody writes them are they making their own idea or just rewording ideas that already exist (are all ideas original)? Can somebody actually own such things as ideas or words? "Copyrights" belong to the people who are insecure and don't want competition. They're the ones who bolt down ideas ("cage the bird") disallowing ideas to grow and stem from theirs. Words and ideas, is ownership possible?
_Unmuting the soul. You may think I'm just shy, but truthfully I speak from the heart more frequently than from the mouth. Don't you feel my feelings? Close your ears and open up your mind. Open up your heart. Open up your soul. At the very least open up your eyes and turn on the flashlight. You can find me in the shadow of the boy you imagine yourself with. Scratch that. You could've found me in the shadow of the boy you imagined yourself with*. Now? I'm currently searching for a place to go. Maybe I'll locate that heart that'll let me in, maybe I won't. Either way, I've dismissed all my intentions of entering yours. The only place you'll see me again is within your mind. Check the place called "Missed Opportunities". You can find me there anytime. Believe it.
_L-O-V-E. Call up Webster and tell him the bad news: These four letters connected mean nothing nowadays. Every single request ends with a simple and meaningless "I love you". Love was once unknown. It once represented a feeling that couldn't be explained. It once meant something beyond a synonym for "please". Now? The word means so little that it's pointless to even utter. Do I still believe in the feeling that the word 'love' once represented? Mildly. For that hasn't endured the test of time either. This new misrepresentation of the word love supports the quote "actions speak louder than words". Since the word 'love' means absolutely nothing, people are now forced to express this feelings with their actions. But what am I to expect within a society in which lust vetos any other feeling. One in which a walk through a park while holding hands with a "significant other" seems less appealing than a random hook-up with a stranger that you never plan to talk to again. Is that what we as a species have become? Animals that are hellbent on sexual pleasures that they overlook the other simple pleasures in life? And you're probably thinking "who the hell does this guy think he is?". Me? I'm nobody, just a guy that refuses to submit to the influence of the aforementioned 'animals'. Betonit.
_I take maps when I visit her, because I'm always lost in her eyes. Give my heart to her on request, 'cause she never tossed me aside. Have to reroute the circuits of my heart whenever we depart 'cause she's the reason it beats. It's hard to leave, call it naive but I count the days 'til we next meet. The way your hair falls on your shoulder, the way you laugh, the way you smile, the way your number's on my phone under 'recently dialed' basically makes my life worthwhile. You have a way of making me stay and keeping my mind in disarray and like lung removal baby, you take my breath away. I had to go and edit my list of heroes so I could add Cupid. Nobody ever stole my heart but somehow you did...
_Empty out the bin 'cause I'm finished with being used and carefully discarded. Just attach my heart to a dartboard, the pain wouldn't differ. Wish I could remove letters from board games, to get 'u' out of my 'Life'. I'm not that fortunate however, I made a bad impression on the first date with lady luck and now she holds a grudge. Babe, I gave you all I had and you pawned it away as if it was meaningless. You've lost your hold on me. Cut the strings and find the fairy. "Iwanttobearealboy."
_Never wore the shirt with my heart on the sleeve, but there was something about you that made me feel comfortable in it. Felt as if you'd be trustworthy. Forever untapped and locked down, my emotions were freed by a cute smile and a pleasant personality. It put me out there, and I had all confidence in you. Fast forward, I feel completely idiotic for casting my line of emotions so far from the ship. Now I'm reeling 'em back in but you bit the bait and now have a strong hold on my emotions. Now what? Let you, a malevolent girl, maintain control over my emotions, or cut the line and never let myself drift that far away? Reinvent myself. Rest assured this ship will be grounded, because the only place I know where my emotions won't be harmed is within myself.
_She'sequippedwiththefinestbeautilities.
_The war between Mind and Heart has begun. (Un)evenly matched countries. Many people move to Mind, just to utilize it in order to terrorize Heart. Heart is open to attack, its only purpose: to find peace. This is its weakness, however, and like every time before, it may wind up a defeated country. The capital city of Heart: Feeling, and oh you should see how Mind takes Feeling and destroys it on several occasions. In the past, Mind usually prevails, for all it has to fight with is empty promises and unfulfilled expectations, and its army is well trained in both areas. Heart's army thrives off of beliefs, wishes, and dreams, which are defeated time and time again, because of Mind's relentless attacks. Living in Heart has been hard, simply because I've renounced its religion. 'Cause there's only one church in Heart and it preaches about love, and I think I've lost faith...
_We inhabit Past, a town built upon regrets and mistakes. The demolition crew is always looking to bring it down but the protesters of nostalgia keep it intact. I'm willing to ride on maturity into the neighboring town, Future, but I'm looking for a co-pilot. Be the one that I'm with as I move into the Future? 'Cause girl what I see is you&me fulfilling dreams. I'm laughing at NASA because I haven't been educated in science, yet I've found you, a being far beyond any earthly limitation; completely out of this world. I'll give you my heart, I come in peace(s).
_I scan the surrounding area. Eyes dart ever constantly in every direction. No sign of you in my general area, let alone "with" me. But then I close my eyes and rest assured you're the only one I see. Comb a sea of people and all I'd see is you, but I'd just flow with the other waves of people to you. Noticely unnoticed. Went to the doctor to make sure my legs were functioning, because I can't seem to get over you. Sometimes I just wish I could etch-a-sketch my mind, shake and clear it of all previous images. Instead I have a tattoo parlor in my head, best selling piece of art: you...
_She's skilled in her art. My mind, merely a canvas on which to create imagery. Her brush strokes consist of memories and feelings which she utilizes to paint scenes that I see at night. Shuffle through my mind and remember her. Her voice, a constant harmony echoed in my head. Motion pictures play in my head starring her. Looked through my thoughts and tried to compile a "best of" soundtrack, but was unable to because every moment was lived like life was going out of style. I'm writing nonsensical sentences because my mind is cluttered with thoughts of her and there's no way to sort it out into perfect formed English. MY(Y)M(O)I(U)ND. Would it be forward of me to say that you should lend me the keys to your heart?
_Thoughts flash throughout my head constantly. They keep me up. I can't sleep because my heart is heavier than my eyes.
_So uh... when am I getting my breath back?
_I recite the alphabet backwards just to get to U faster.
_You've made your mark upon my mind permanently. Burst into my life without knocking and just as sudden, rendered my continuation of dreaming pointless.
_She is an overbearing force. I dare you to try and make a justified decision while in her presence. Her sole reason for existence is to jumble your thoughts and, occasionally, turn you into a babbling idiot. She may distract you, and in time may consume your entire life because of your obsession with her. She's not easily overlooked, as she is what all people seek in their life at one time or another. Seeking doesn't accomplish anything however, because only she determines when she'll make an appearance in your life be it ideal or inopportune. All in all, her intentions may be well but we, as humans, are no match for the uncontrollable power she holds over us. Her actions can be catastrophic or euphoric. So prepare to have a best friend or a worst enemy by the name of Love.
_Hope grows ever more inconspicuous, concealed by the darkness of lying and deceit present in the attitudes of humanity. You, however, shine a beacon of fulfillment through the shrouds that would otherwise keep any existence of Hope impossible. You breathe life upon my expectations, I mean, you keep my Hope alive.
_I'm perplexed at how no matter what happens over the course of any given day, immense or miniscule, I can never seem to divert my attention away from thoughts about you.
_I could go on to utter my sweet nothings -or- I could decide not to conceal myself behind a clever line that I conceived within my mind. Start it off with an intro and develop a conversation. Try to explore the depths of her brain like: "What's your name? What're your interests? What ya like to do?" Do what I can, to become friends, and maybe she'll like me too...