Saturday, April 30, 2011

What is love?

Hello, my dears. 
I have one thing to tell you today, sitting in my bed, completely happy, feeling love to an unbelievable amount.  What I must tell you is to not base your happiness off of any person.  Love shouldn't be something material, something exclusive, or something thrown around.  It is a feeling that should always exist in your life, no matter the circumstance.  Love knows no exceptions.  When it comes from a single person only, you are only being momentarily placed in a happy place.  However, when it is coming from within, from a foundation of rock that can never crumble, you have found happiness.  At this point I kind of don't believe in romance.  It can end so quickly.  Many people place their whole life in it, and when it disappears, they don't know what to do with themselves, and they don't have any happiness left to feel.  "Happiness is spiritual, born of Truth and Love." -MBE.  I love that quote.  It's SO true! 

I'm quite sure that I never want to become involved in a relationship more than friendship ever again.  I'd started to come to this conclusion earlier this year, but had given something one more chance.  Unwise of me, but yet it helped to solidify my beliefs.  Every experience is a learning experience.  I'd rather have no burdens; only blessings.  Be free to express whatever I want whenever I want, with whoever I want.  I think I'm done with physicality.  It's not as great as everyone makes it seem. 

And you, my dears, may do whatever you want with what I've told you.  But the best advice anyone can give you is to try it out for yourself.  We all have different paths to take, different plans to make.  And we'll all find the right ones.  If we try, that is :)
Love always,
Contemplation's Girl

Tuesday, April 26, 2011

your smell alone

your smell alone,
lingering on my belongings,
glued to my thoughts,
bring me to a state of euphoria.
a piece of heaven,
i can't deny it any longer.

i want you. 

i don't care if it sounds cheesy,
your eyes are like an ocean,
unending and blue.  i could stare forever.. but that would be weird. 
everything you do is adorable. 
i know you care about others,
i see the depth of your heart.
your music is incredible,
similar to mine :)
sometimes i get confused about what i want,
but for now i know,

i want you.

you hide a lot,
but it's my goal to not have anything hidden between us.
i kinda think you're kinda perfect. 

for now, i have you
and whatever happens, it doesn't matter.
because i'll always have had you once. 
and that's something to be happy about,
something i'm lucky to have. 

lucky to have the smell lingering.

Saturday, April 23, 2011

I like almost everything about you.

It's hard to see your faults.  I love the smell of you.  SO much.  And I don't know why, and that sounds really weird.  But it's true.  I love seeing you, I love when your name pops up online.  Why are you so amazing?  :)  You make me happy.  I'll just add another smiley face for the heck of it :) i like you.

Saturday, April 2, 2011

Pure happiness from a bottomless foundation

For the past couple days, I have been in a sort of depression.  It's not fun, as it's label clearly describes.  It involves crying (something I pretty much never do.. come on thats for weak people ;P), and feelings that no one cares about you, they're just moving on with life and dealing with your presence in it's pathway.  But then I came to this AMAZING realization.  And it has so empowered me with love that I can't hold it in, and although this is my third post in two days, I must declare it to you all, and whoever else runs across it. 

I feel sooo happy and good and satisfied at this moment in time.  And I need to remember it, and know that all I need to hold on to it is bring myself there in thought.  Because I have seen it's effects, I've seen all the good that comes from it, and I know that it is powerful and truly works.  When we choose to be happy, we gain happiness.  It's inevitable, and it's what makes life so loveable.  And I love it.

I was talking with someone for probably two hours about whether or not good and bad exist or whether they're just a human opinion that is completely personal and only what you think of it.  And I honestly cannot live with think neither exist.  I believe that they there are good things, and there are bad things.  It's good when you're watching the sunset, smelling the grass and smells of spring, feeling that perfection within you.  And it's bad when you're in a state of sadness.  Those are all facts, and nothing can change that.  Therefore, I believe that good and bad do exist, and that our thought determines our reality.

When we're so loving and so willing and the three main qualities that make up the motives behind what we do are charity, humility, and kindness, then do we find perfect happiness.  It is love with no boundaries, no labels, no exceptions, nothing.  Only pure and perfect love.  It doesn't want, it doesn't need to recieve back that love.  It is fulfilled by the single satisfaction of making that other person feel better, or have a better day.  It never gets jealous, doesn't get angry, and always forgives, with no limits.  I love this feeling.  And I must remember to bring it into everyday of my life for the rest of eternity.  When I fail to do this, I must somehow remind myself. 

After all who wants to be held back by tears, stopped by fears?  Live life without fear, only with love alone.  Love is life.  That's why we're all here.  To love.  It's simple.  Be happy.

Love, Contemplation's Girl

one quick quote, not much writing on it, but for your interpretation

"Love is a friendship set to music."  Thought it was pretty cool, and I love that Love can be expressed in so many different ways.  Tell me what you think, if you so desire. :)

Love Contemplation's Girl

Friday, April 1, 2011

It may be April Fools Day, but this poem is all seriousness.

Something I wrote with a little of my freetime today.  Holds all my passion. 

It kills me, the tension
But tell me, what's invisible and lacerates?
I forgot to mention, I hate the apprehension
And I finally found eyes at the blind convention.
If you identify yours we'll head to the fourth dimension.

Confusion is inescapable,
A part of our capability.
When the question of what to want has no real answer,
We strive to be our best, while loving all the rest,
A perfect symphony,
A folk dancer.

Do dreams have meaning?
The solution is irrelevant,
They're a fruit of the mind. 
And I'm sorry if that makes me criminal,
I'm only struggling to be,
The best I can be.