no good at love.

Noël Coward - I Am No Good at Love


I am no good at love
My heart should be wise and free
I kill the unfortunate golden goose
Whoever it may be
With over-articulate tenderness
And too much intensity.

I am no good at love
I batter it out of shape
Suspicion tears at my sleepless mind
And, gibbering like an ape,
I lie alone in the endless dark
Knowing there's no escape.

I am no good at love
When my easy heart I yield
Wild words come tumbling from my mouth
Which should have stayed concealed;
And my jealousy turns a bed of bliss
Into a battlefield.

I am no good at love
I betray it with little sins
For I feel the misery of the end
In the moment that it begins
And the bitterness of the last good-bye
Is the bitterness that wins.

Poem via: The Saturday poem & "Faber Book of Love Poems" by James Fenton

recreate

XCVII

TO make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee,—
One clover, and a bee,
And revery.
The revery alone will do
If bees are few.

I had an idea just only. Here's my poem recreating. Not much in rhyme but it makes more sense.

To lead a happy life it takes a good guy and a couple of friends,—
good friends, and a boy,
And money.
The money alone will do
If boys are hard to come by.

poem by Emily Dickinson

the open sea

The Open Sea

From my window I can see,
Where the sandhills dip,
One far glimpse of open sea.
Just a slender slip
Curving like a crescent moon—
Yet a greater prize
Than the harbour garden-fair
Spread beneath my eyes.

Just below me swings the bay,
Sings a sunny tune,
But my heart is far away
Out beyond the dune;
Clearer far the sea-gulls’ cry
And the breakers’ roar,
Than the little waves beneath
Lapping on the shore.

For that strip of sapphire sea
Set against the sky
Far horizons means to me—
And the ships go by
Framed between the empty sky
And the yellow sands,
While my freed thoughts follow them
Out to other lands.

All its changes who can tell?
I have seen it shine
Like a jewel polished well,
Hard and clear and fine;
Then soft lilac—and again
On another day
Glimpsed it through a veil of rain,
Shifting, drifting grey.

When the livid waters flee,
Flinching from the storm,
From my window I can see,
Standing safe and warm,
How the white foam tosses high
On the naked shore,
And the breakers’ thunder grows
To a battle-roar…

Far and far I look—Ten miles?
No, for yesterday
Sure I saw the Blessed Isles
Twenty worlds away.
My blue moon of open sea,
Is it little worth?
At the least it gives to me
Keys of all the earth

-Dorothea MacKellar-

sunday and I'm in love

some random inspiration i found.




































there are days we live
as if death were nowhere
in the background; from joy
to joy to joy, from wing to wing,
from blossom to blossom to
impossible blossom, to sweet impossible blossom
Blossoms, Li-Young Lee

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c'est la vie

Spend the whole week trying to get myself back i shape. As in, back in shape due to being brokenhearted. There were just days I wanted to sleep in all day and wished that i didn't have to drag my petty short, fat, stumpy legs out of bed.

And so the only way was to keep telling myself:

"CLOSE YOUR EYES.
CLEAR YOUR HEART.
LET IT GO."
But anyway I suppose it was a good thing. We didn't know that much of each other. Nor did we have much in common. And it wasn't like he made any effort to get to know me either. Cannot complain about me, because I'm always a busybody in front of everybody.

Surprised I got over this one faster than I thought I would have. The last time this occurred was only last year and it took me about 6 months to a year to get it off my back for good. One month should be just good this time round then. :)

And then I came to this (silly) conclusion that maybe it has nothing to do with the boys, maybe I I'm not ready for love.
I thought this up because a few days after this stupidlittleincident, one of my uni mates sort of tried to comfort me and he suggested that I should have him as backup so that no one would disturb me lol, such a thick faced boy ahahaha..

And then, I wasn't ready to give him an answer since we're just uni mates in different departments and we barely see each other these days, I never actually thought of us as more than friends. I'm just not ready to give him a definite answer yet. And then at night I was thinking and thinking, and by morning I felt pretty drained out with it all and suddenly I lost mood to deal with boys and love. So, thats that, I shall clear my head and get back to my first love, clothes, fashion, and pretty things in no time :D

Don't seek, don't search, don't ask, don't knock, don't demand - relax. If you relax, it is there. If you relax, God shows you the way.
Oh that reminds me, time for YEAR2, I gotta choose my darn major. Marketing or International Business hum dee dum.. or maybe Finance but that's a possible no.


Last night you left me and slept
your own deep sleep. Tonight you turn
and turn. I say,
"You and I will be together
till the universe dissolves."
You mumble back things you thought of
when you were drunk.

-Rumi-


CLOSE YOUR EYES.CLEAR YOUR HEART.LET IT GO.

this love.

Yiruma - Kiss The Rain


This Love

This love
So violent
So fragile
So tender
So hopeless
This love
As beautiful as the day
And as wretched as the weather
When the weather is wretched

This love
So real
This love
So beautiful
So happy
So joyous
And so ridiculous
Trembling with fear
Like a child in the dark
And so sure of itself
Like a tranquil man in the quiet of the night
This love
Which made others afraid
Which made them gossip
Which drained the colour from their cheeks
This love
Watched for
Because we watched for them
Snared, wounded, trampled, finished, denied, forgotten
Because we snared, wounded, trampled, finished, denied, forgot it

This love
Entire
Still so alive
Shining
This is yours
This is mine
This love
Which is always new
And which never changes
Real like a plant
Quivering like a bird
Warm and as alive as the summer
We can both
Go and come back
We can forget
And fall asleep
And wake up
To suffer old age
Fall asleep again
To dream to death
Awake
To smile and laugh
Young again
Our love endures
Obstinate as a mule
As alive as the desire
As cruel as the memory
As stupid as the regret
As tender as the memory
As cold as marble
As beautiful as the day
As delicate as an infant
It watches us
Smiling
And speaks to us
Without saying a word
And I
I listen to it
Trembling
And I cry
I cry for you
I cry for myself
And I beg you
For yourself
For me
And for all those who love
And who are loved
Yes
I cry to it
For you
For me
And for all the others
I do not know
Stay there
There where you are
There where you were before
Stay there
Don't move
Don't go away
We who are loved
We have forgotten you
Do not forget us
We had only you on this earth
Do not let us grow cold
Further and further away every day
It doesn't matter where
Give us a sign of life
In a nook in the woods
In the forest of memory
Suddenly arise
Take us by the hand
And save us

-Jacques Prévert-

does my interpretation for the song and the poem work?
images from le love.bs

SEX


When I came home from school and told my mother
I was surprised she had even heard
of anything so disgusting.

She sat me in the kitchen and explained that fucking
was the closest a man and a woman could get
to wanting the same thing at the same time
and one day, when I was older, I would understand
that this was love.
--Kate Bingham--

poem from "You Drive Me Crazy: love poems for real life"
image via lelove (click on image)