Love is trusting
Love is thrusting.
if you do-
is a vex;
for the worse.
Pulling the pieces
Through nephews and nieces.
Like the word unheard.
and with luck -
But those who care
Those who live
But what is life
A goddamn vex.
The size of the argument is meaningless, seeing as so many fall for the act of sex. They see it as the most exciting part of their life. Why love someone for their qualities? When you can love them for their sexual indentations. People don't think about what each other are feeling. They are fixated on putting their keys into someone else's creation.
The poem may seem at first, to be in the act of sex; but it's a sarcastic tone.
In a sense, saying that, a life without sex would be useless.
Aye, there are also curse words in here; not for fun either, to fit the context. The vulgarity in which our society finds sexual interactions so appealing. Fucking and thrusting. It's what they want right? It's what gets them going.
They miss the important pieces. They go straight for the act.
Like loving a cat; not for it's appeal of warmth. But loving it for the bones and blood.
There is more to the action then what people see.
To think of a heavenly act, so downgraded by society; that now it's disgusting. Not appealing.
Here's one I did years and years ago—I just call it "Rhyme."
Trapped in his immoral life
He betrayed his loving wife
Hurting her he hurt their kids
Their daughter, their son
Lost in lies, sickening whys
Wrenching cries, helpless sighs
Undisguised by philosophy
His wounded soul
Cynical, he sinned again
He cheated, repeatedly
He treated his wife like dirt
He laughed if she hurt
Party clown, professor
He professed, “Friends.”
He aimed his life towards them
His life controlled his wife
Sex was how it all began
Little did he understand
Eighteen pregnant teen
Marriage, “had to”
A girl, a boy
Sister, brother, mother
Loved him, trusted
He hid, haunted, hunted, lusted
Drank, flirted, fornicated
Came home drunk
Unsad, glad to
Stinking, Mr. Skank
Bright tiny dream light
Buddhists entered in
He confessed, he vowed reform
“No more sin!”
He prayed, he bowed
He practiced, he tried
He wanted to conform
He loved his wife, her warm
He loved their kids, their fun
He wanted to be good
Why couldn’t he do
What he knew he should?
Marriage, children, broken home
Divorce, dead horse, ruined carriage
said no. She asked him if he would want to be with her forever and
said no. She then asked him if she were to leave would he cry, and
again he replied with a no. She had heard enough. As she walked... See Moreaway, tears streaming down her f......ace the...
... See Moreboy grabbed her arm and said.... You're not pretty
you're beautiful. Idon't want to be with you forever. I NEED to be
with you forever. And Iwouldn't cry if you walked away...I'd die...
♥♥ ~~THE END~~ ♥♥.......Isn't that sweet? Tonight at midnight your
true love willrealize they like you. Something good will happen to
you at 1:00-4:00pm tomorrow, it could be anywhere on IM or email,
outside of school,anywhere! Get ready for the biggest shock of your
life. If you breakthis chain letter you will be cursed with 10
relationship problems forthe next ten years. If you post this to 15
pages in 15 minutes, you're safe.
I'm not an expert, and take this only as constructive (or not so constructive lol!) criticism: I think it is fairly well written and has a good message disguised in nice words, but it could be improved. Perhaps through rhythm and less obscure references. I know they're not supposed to be obvious - poetry's no fun otherwise - but if the reader can't decifer it then it may not be written quite right.
I like it, anyway. Good work and a great idea! Hopefully, your word will help get through to people. :3
Some people think that ideally, sex would be about love or something deeper or whatever. I think it depends greatly on one's own religion and values, but in my opinion sex for sex's sake is not a bad thing either. There are times when raw animal sex appeals much more than any touch-feely sex, and you CAN have both with the same person--I do it all the time. I don't even really understand the big taboo with sexual flings, as long as one is being physically and emotionally safe.
One more thing: the term, "making love"? It's a creepy label to put on sex. Just thought I'd throw that out there ^_^
I do think the poem shows a very real aspect of sex, and the artist's comments hold a great deal of truth as well. But there is a -whole- other side to the story; if one were to choose to ignore it, one would be choosing to forgo one of the more basic and wonderful activities in life.
Awesome job; wish I could be as literate as you but I have the attention span of a squirrel with ADD.
A fav from me. xx
Love is choice. Not a feeling. Sex only will not hold a couple together. No foundation at all to stand on when trouble comes.
And it will come!!
The main reason for not having sex before getting married. So you can build something together.