Love? That DOES NOT SUCK?

Hello World!

Hope everyone is enjoying their new comings of the Fall Season, leaving the Summer of 2012. If it's work, or school, I'm sending much blessings and if it's bothering you, just keep on smiling.

I am here, and I miss placing my writings. Here is a Random piece I created a part of an assignment for my Intermediate Creative Writing Class. I really do enjoy this class, by the way; great minds, my instructor is very free, open-minded, and strict at the very same time. I enjoy it.

This was a part of our 2nd Assignment, and his instructions were to write a story or 2 poems about Love, "THAT DOES NOT SUCK".

--Yes, those were his exact words, and believe it or not, most of the class nominated this assignment was actually difficult. Come on, we love Love. We also hate love, so who would think it would be difficult to write about it? But only because we did not want to give him what he did not want. I agreed with my classmates with the assignment being difficult, but I also found it entertaining, and it allowed my thoughts to flow in an array of ways.

First, I wanted to create a story, but I thought that would be too mushy.

Then, I wanted to write about my personal love life, but that's definitely too mushy.

Then I wanted to write about Vincent Van Gogh's piece "Starry Night", but that was too gloomy; why did I think of that?

So, I did not think I would create two poems, but that is exactly what I did. Below is the first poem I explicated my thoughts of Love in a way that does not suck to me. I wanted to explicate teh meaning of it also, without actually using the word "Love", as well. Let's see what my instructor thought of it.

I just turned the assignment in, so I do not know what my instructor will say, but I am putting it here so you guys can leave me some random thoughts, or even share your Love experiences. Leave anything you'd like! Let me know what you think!



"Thoughts of Love without using the word 'Love'"

Why is the feeling so damn strong?
So blind that one allows the feelings to overcome the past, present and future.
So hard the grudges that it entails is so much different than any other emotion.
As the feelings aid to the disguises of happiness, the masks of hurt, the dirt that passes through the tears through a blink of an eye.
That damn feeling.
So damn strong.
A piece of shit that not even a super laxative could dissolve.
Thoughts that are explicated through hate, reproduction, suction, and valleys that no one else could assist on fixing.
The questions that always emerge:
What the hell is next?
Why me?
Why now?
These are the questions that just take on the pain, and even the happiness.
That damn feeling that no one but you fix.
May not be able to handle them at the exact moment, but later on you'll be able to realize the toughest thing;
Life goes on.



Please! Leave the love.

Love you all!
Xoxoxoxoxo,
Nye.