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The Idea

And on he went by telling me that he has fallen for me

I ask him why, what made him look my way

He says the mystery of me is a curious thing for him

So I say,

“You are not in love with me.

You are in love with the idea of me.

Of the what could be, what will be, what you and I could do,

Or would do. Of the idea that I could be it, the one, the lifetime.

You are in love with the future that has yet to unfold, which most girls might like

However,

That is not what I see.

I see the now, the boy who has no idea of what he truly wants.

The boy aimlessly moving along and bringing along whatever he is attracted to.

I see a boy lost in the fairytales hoping the princess would come and save him from loneliness.

That is not what I want.

I want a man who can stand on his own

Who agrees to disagree with me

Whose idea is like and unlike my own and respects it

A man who battles with me, for me, and will stand by me

A man who has sense and intelligence and emotion.

You may not see the difference”, I said to him.

“Because you are a boy who still has yet to grasp the idea of what it is to be a man.”

It cannot be more pronounced

I am in love with him.
He who does not want to show his true feelings
He who tries to hide the truth
He who seems arrogant and selfish and prideful
He, who is not afraid to be hated for he does not pretend who he is not.

He has captivated me so
The thought, the idea of him.
I have gone mad!
For I have fallen for someone who is of fiction
Who exists in books
Who lives among the pages.

And yet, I am not sorry that I have fallen for him
For fiction is sometimes truer than reality ever is

Maria Michaela

Just Stuck

All out of ideas
All out of fun
Chugging down rootbeers and munching on tortillas
I’ve had it! I’m done!

I wanted to be artistic
I wanted to be dramatic
A little sarcastic
But definitely poetic

However, all the rhyming as spent me
I think I’ve had enough
This feels like a chore now, I’ll admit guiltily
It’s been kind of rough

I can’t even write a single line
I feel stuck in the mud
I don’t know if I’ll ever feel fine
Because as of the moment, my head seems to be full of crud

Maria Michaela

Burning

An inspiration

A light bulb

A single spark

That is all it takes

To write the greatest poem

To create the best song

To come up with the best ideas

To fall in love

 

Keep the fire burning

Never let it die

Crumpled Paper

a crumpled paper lay still underneath the table

thrown away hastily as the spur of the moment,

idea comes to mind

it may appear to be nothing now

it will be nothing but trash right after

however insignificant it may seem

the greatest idea

the greatest story

the greatest literature

was made out of it

Idea…idea…idea

who has an idea?

Time…time…time

no one has the time anymore

Busy…busy…busy

everyone is so busy

Listen…listen…listen

people don’t know how to

Talk…talk…talk

does anyone know what they’re talking about?

Love…love…love

I doubt, mostly infatuation these days

Care…care…care

gets lesser everyday

Who has an idea what time it is?

It seems everybody is too busy to listen,

And because they talk too much

They forget that to love is also to care

Oh don’t mind me…I’m realy just ranting

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