Untitled.

My words are like missiles.
My reactions are like RADAR.
My winks are like warning signals.
My eyes are flares.
My fists are cannons.
My love is a self-destroying mechanism.
My hatred is my gasoline.
My soul is my commander,
My mind is my War Room.
My friends are my Generals,
My aquaintances my army.
My enemies are people entirely too close to me,
My enemies are too far away.
My enemies are discreet,
My enemies are far too blatant.
My everything aches.
My senses long for a new sensation.
My eyes long to see new things.

I just want what I want.

All the poetry it's blinding!
Gah!

You only have the enemies you make.
You always say you find love in the ones who are already taken.
That's a BAD thing Paul. This is, again, your mind saying "This is BAD! Stop it! It hurts!"

This will bring you no happiness if you carry on like this. You need to find someone who is not taken. It's fairly hypocritical saying you'd never get in the way of the love of others, when you stating your love is in itself doing that.

You need to find your OWN love. You seem to find attraction in things you CAN'T have. Another bad thing. An endless spiral of disappointment. Even for yourself, find a love to call yours, and noone elses.

Like I have.

My mind doesn't tell me what I do is bad. Sometimes risks are calculated and are taken to better preserve and help the reason you're fighting.


There are some cities not assaulted.
There are some armies you do not battle.
There are some roads you do not walk.

Stop making us both equally guilty. You should should know from Master Tzu's teachings what i'm doing. If you can't see it, its saddening.

Anyone who has at any point, found love, can already call it his.
You cannot OWN love. Unfortunately, yesterday, for example, my love for a woman that I lived on, died.
Love exists only in dreams, until you understand that you really cannot trust it.
A woman is quick to betray her man with a stronger man. Once that is understood, you start realizing that love wasn't love. What was love, has died.

Like alcohol, like intoxication. When it is gone, it reveals its true self: tt was a need, an affection, a sex desire, a desire to be nurtured, lack of parent attention, etc.

I strongly insist, that until people turn 25, they can't truly love...

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Originally posted by maniac___@2 Days Ago
Anyone who has at any point, found love, can already call it his.
You cannot OWN love. Unfortunately, yesterday, for example, my love for a woman that I lived on, died.
Love exists only in dreams, until you understand that you really cannot trust it.
A woman is quick to betray her man with a stronger man. Once that is understood, you start realizing that love wasn't love. What was love, has died.

Like alcohol, like intoxication. When it is gone, it reveals its true self: tt was a need, an affection, a sex desire, a desire to be nurtured, lack of parent attention, etc.

I strongly insist, that until people turn 25, they can't truly love...

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I Disagree with that, and there are many more ways to love than a man loves a man or the other way around.