I heard it is better to of love and lost than to never have loved at all. I was once a young man standing under the billowing oak tree with a heart full of love, with you in my sights. My happily ever after standing before me. She was the one I never stopped looking for in a crowded place, the one that made life worth living.
No man is an island. That is what they say, don’t they? If it is, then I defy them. I must be an island, a miniscule spec lost in a cold gigantic ocean. She is worlds away, in uncharted waters. Well, if not an island, an iceberg then, cold and alone. Her distance and hostility has awoken in me a cascade of pain. I don’t think I ever truly knew what it meant to really suffer.
It seemed like yesterday when she drowned me with her words and resuscitated me with her love. I was a mere casket of bones and organs, drunk on the idea that only love could make me complete. I need her to see what I see, to feel what I feel. I need her to swallow her pride and face me; I deserve the answers she refuses to give.
‘Do you love me?’ I asked timidly. In her hesitation I f...
This poem reflects on how when you lose someone you truly care about it affects you mentally. When we lose someone who we're really close to, we tend to hold a grudge and start questioning our love for the world. We lose ourselves when we
Do you remember the first time we met? I do as I cannot shake the memory. It was love at first sight. I’ll never forget the feeling I had. A warmth overcame my body as you stoked a fire in my heart. It was like I had spent my life drowning in the sea around me and you were that breath of fresh air as I pulled myself out. My cares and concerns melted away. I was complete. You were exactly what I had been missing in my life. My better half you completed me you made me whole. Your touch, your scent, your glistening radiance I took it all in. I felt its force enter my body working its way to the very center of my soul. It felt like a real living breathing thing coalescing within my life force touching parts of me I never knew existed. You awakened some innate primal desire and I needed you at all times.
At first, we see a despondent, unaccepting person stuck on an island. This person refuses to have any relation to the nature and environment he is stuck in and is willing to do anything possible to escape the state of destitute he is imprisoned in. He initially tries to signal for rescue and ma...
“Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek to find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it.”
Ultimately what the phrase, no man is an island means is that as individuals we cannot do everything on our own. We need the community that God has blessed us with to help us get by and since He has created this for us, we should take full advantage of it. In "Meditation 17" one line reads, "No man is an island, entire of itself." When listening to "No Man is an Island" part of the chorus says this, "No man is an island, we can be found. No man is an island, let your guard down." Through the number of times we see this in each of the different texts we can put together that community is important and ties each of the works
“He who falls in love meets a worse fate than he who falls from a
The ocean is mysterious to mankind. The unfathomable vastness of the ocean intrigues humanity into exploring it. In life, the immense possibilities that lie in the future compel us to reach for the stars. In the poem “The Story” by Karen Connelly, an individual willingly swims into deep waters even though they are fearful of what may exist in the waters. The swimmer later finds out that their fears were foolish, which illustrates the human tendency to venture into the unknown. The theme conveyed in this poem is that life is like a rough, uncertain, uncontrollable ocean that we must find get through with experience.
Throughout the weekend I give myself several unbearable migraines by overthinking what she meant by that phrase. They last until the following Monday when I can finally seize the opportunity to interrogate her at school, but I never got the chance. Before I could even attempt any formal greeting, she shut me down with no remorse. She breaks up with me with ease cackling while she murders my heart and soul. Feeling lost and confused the only thing I could ask was “Why? What did I do? Where did I go wrong?” I never got an answer. All she gave me was a hole in my chest and a hole in my
“Listen as your day unfolds. Challenge what the future holds. Try and keep your head up to the sky. Lovers may cause you tears. Go ahead, release your fears. Stand up and be counted. Don't be ashamed to try.”
Love can take many shapes and forms. There are many different kinds of love between human beings. Though it is often overlooked, intentionally or not, loss comes hand in hand with love; it is the second face of love that no one wants to see or experience. With love comes the potential to lose it as well. Nicole Krauss’s book, The History of Love, is really about loss.
...o man can live on the island without becoming a brutal savage. Inside his heart lies the raw evil of untamed lifestyle" (Heart of Darkness: A systematic evaluation).
What does pain mean to you? Pain is a tense feeling that tells you something may be wrong. There’s physical pain- acute and or chronic, emotional pain, and also a phrase known as “pain in the ass”- which is where something or someone is being annoying and or troublesome.
Nobody is happier than a person in love. Nobody is sadder than one whose love has failed.
I can surely say that I won't be able to forget about our love story. You were the most beautiful thing that could ever happen in my life. The most tender feeling I have ever endured. Having you in my life and having the opportunity to meet you brought warmth, love, and passion to my heart and soul. The fact that we decide to go separate ways has filled my heart with coldness, sadness and fear, not knowing if you would ever come back to me and perhaps you would forget me bring tears to my eyes.
Love is found on the battle field of two passion driven hearts. I am thankful for every chill and every goose bump I get, simply from the thought of being in love. The power of love that flows from every tear drop rinses off the bad memories of yesterday, cleansing my body and my soul. I hear my racing heart, pounding in my chest, every beat pulling me closer to the reigns of love. The empowering smell of love in in the air drives me insane, and I feel the strength of the grasp of love upon my soul. The thanks I feel for beholding the gift of love is huge, bigger than I would have ever imagined.