Showing posts with label Desire Deprivation. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Desire Deprivation. Show all posts

Tuesday, June 7, 2011

IWantThatRealKindOfLove

I want that…
I want that sweet kind of love.
That inspiring kind of love.
I want that romantic kind of love.
That act stupid with each other kind of love
That life changing kind of love.
That…risk it all kind of love.

I want that nobody’s ever felt like this, kind of love.
A straight from the heart kind of love.
That, I would do anything just to make you smile, kind of love.
That, makes me want to wake up early just to make you breakfast, kind of love.
That cook you dinner and give you flowers just because it’s a Tuesday, kind of love.
And give you my jacket when you’re cold, kind of love.
That make every other girl jealous of you, kind of love.
That grow old together and don’t care how different you look I’ll never forget to call you beautiful, kind of love.

That fairytale kind of love.
I want that, Disney movies could be based on us, kind of love.
That, name a star after you, kind of love.
That, slow dance to the symphony of your breathing to the drum beat of my heart, kind of love.
That, I’ll be your diary, kind of love.
That, share every thought so I can get to know like my favourite book, kind of love.
That, no such thing as secrets, kind of love.

I want that, you’re happy you met me, kind of love.
That forget butterflies, there’s pterodactyls in my stomach, kind of love.
That more than words, kind of love.
That tattoo every memory we have together into the walls of my mind, kind of love.
That sunrise, kind of love.
That, reminds me there’s something waking up for, kind of love.

That you make me want to be the very best that no one ever was, Ash Ketchum I choose you, kind of love.
That, I’ll give you the very best of me and never give you any less, kind of love.
That fall apart whenever you walk into the room just to be rebuilt after you smile at me, kind of love.

See, I want that Boy Meets World, Cory and Topanga, meant to be kind of love.
Or even that Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger, against all odds, kind of love.
That life lesson, kind of love.
That, if I wasn’t with you then life lessens, kind of love.
That, never question my intentions, kind of love.
And that if you’re not happy I know exactly what to do already, kind of love.
That, make you laugh when you’re mad, kind of love.

I want that, never want to stop talking to you, kind of love.
That I can finish your sentences, kind of love.
But I don’t because I want to hear your voice some more, kind of love.

That one for a lifetime is enough, kind of love.
That show you the best side of men and change your mind about us, kind of love.
I want love…
But a real kind of love.

Monday, February 7, 2011

TheseAreTheDaysWhenNostalgiaDidn'tExist

This is for every kid sitting in the back to look cool. Every boy wearing baggy hand-me-downs or brand new Dragon Ball Z shirts wishing they could do kamehamehas and throw spirit bombs on a whim. Every girl with their hair in tails and braids self-conscious of their braces, yet excited when they got to pick what color they were.

This is for every kid, that remembers what it feels like to be one. Or every adult seeking an escape for monotony and a discovery of nostalgia. Remembering the allure of Play-Doh and wondering what the color yellow could possibly taste like. And running around in Osh Kosh overalls and shoes that squeaked and lit up was mandatory.

You know…when the concept of nostalgia was foreign, because everything was brand new. And shiny meant awesome, and pain was only caused by rug burn and skinned knees. No floor was just a floor, because black tiles became safety and white tiles were lava on your way to whatever magical destination your mind could come up with because no kid wants to be in a mall.

Years of talking to television screens like it was our best friend. When we always beat Steve looking for Blue’s clues and we were watching football headed heroes before Stewie was even thought of. Television made us feel better because we could always guess what that outline formed and Pokemon taught us to be the very best that no one ever was! Even though we couldn’t leave our home at 10 to travel the world with a pet that could kill you if it wanted to yet still stayed cute. And even now, when we flip our caps back…we fucking mean business.

Our minds were laboratories with test tubes and our imagination gave birth to our friends and greatest enemies while our digits danced on joysticks and controllers. Days when getting down and dirty…meant getting down and dirty. Before we were too old for anything and before slutty was a costume.

Because too often I think…I don’t ever want to grow up.

Friday, October 23, 2009

ClaimMe

Right now I’m feeling “lost”. Not the kind of “lost” as in I don’t know where I am and where I’m going.
But more a “lost” where I’m just not attached to something or someone in particular.
The kind of “lost” where I feel I’m getting suffocated by all the misplaced agendas, forgotten pencil cases and a bunch of other random materials stacked on top of me. See, I’m lost…and I haven’t been found yet.
So I got to thinking that everything that has been loaded onto my shoulders in this hubbub of commotion we call life is there for a reason. The agenda keeps telling me that my plans haven’t gone in order and I need to just slow down and take it one step at a time. The pencil case is there taunting me, wagging pens in my face, because I have no one to write about and it’s eating me up inside. And so is the lost lunch that’s been there since June of last year…

So now I’m just thinking to myself…the thing I want most in life is not that hard.

I’m looking for somebody to claim me!
Someone that would just find me and never let me out of their sight…like a stalker or a kidnapper.
Well, not really. But I thought I’d just point how scary that would be.

I want somebody to claim me!
Maybe just one person that would just stand up and say “That’s my boyfriend reading that poem!”
But then that would be all sorts of awkward wouldn’t it?

Okay, I got it!
I just want somebody to claim me!
Not as a prize that I don’t deserve to be but...just as a new discovery.
I want someone to rise up and place that flag in my soul, proving that they were the first ones to have made that epic quest to discover who I really am beyond the pointy edges, the intimidating exterior and the temperamental weather.
They weathered it all…and for what? For nothing but my sincerest and heartfelt “Thank you”s.
One person that listened to every random thing that’s ever come from my mouth…because honestly, it gets pretty hard to keep up. Like…how many guys talk about polkadotted panda bears and eating Popeye’s biscuits on the Millennium Falcon…or even wishing they were the 5th member of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles…or just a ninja in general. Because ninja’s are cool and I really think that they should have beaten the Spartan on Deadliest Warrior. But I digress.

I want somebody to claim me!
To reach in and pull me out of this abyss of nonchalant existence and show me a different view of life. I want somebody to take me out of my Batcave and show me the light of the sun…or maybe just substitute that with her smile, either way works for me. I want somebody to take this weight off my shoulders and introduce me to the freedom of free air. I want somebody to be my inspiration, not just a person that’s there. What I’m trying to say is…

I WANT SOMEBODY TO CLAIM ME!

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