Cupid's Vomit

Cupid's Vomit

A Poem by Angelheaded Hipster
"

Love...Love is a bunch of stuff...

"

It has been said,

that poets know

what love is.

I am still trying to figure

that one out for myself.

 

I can describe the weakness

in my knees,

the stomach flips

(I equate that with feeling naseous)

 

But that's not very

poetic is it?

 

I could do better,

equate it with

the rising sun,

but I really detest

daylight hours.

 

Perhaps it's in Spring

with flowers in bloom,

birds chirping,

bees buzzing.

Even though

those things are

the death of me

and benadryl

only puts me to sleep.

 

No, no, no

Love is undefined

It is laughter

It is bubble thoughts

shared at three am

It is sitting in silence

and being comfortable.

 

It

just

is.

 

And sometimes,

love is when you

preserve the heart

of your lover

in your favorite book.

 

Or, in my case,

you can preserve

mine in a mayo jar

on top of the fridge.

 

 

 

© 2010 Angelheaded Hipster


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Love is God and God is love; the goodness and grace of immortal beauty that ever creates and sustains the universe. It is not the sickly emotion of feeble mortal hearts and minds; God is love and love is divine. Shakespeare said; in Sonnet 116:

Let me not to the marriage of true minds

Admit impediments. Love is not love

Which alters when it alteration finds,

Or bends with the remover to remove:

O no! it is an ever-fixed mark

That looks on tempests and is never shaken;

It is the star to every wandering bark,

Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.

Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks

Within his bending sickle's compass come:

Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,

But bears it out even to the edge of doom.

If this be error and upon me proved,

I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

St. Paul also gives an apt description in 1st Corinthians Chapter 13. But I do not think the thing they celebrate on Valentine's Day is love at all but merely a red velvet, white lace trimmed imitation of an invisible, feeling of goodness.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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love is who you are

Posted 10 Years Ago


I really adore this. I was a little iffy about it at first, but then I realized how much of it is true. Your bluntness really is charming.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Love is God and God is love; the goodness and grace of immortal beauty that ever creates and sustains the universe. It is not the sickly emotion of feeble mortal hearts and minds; God is love and love is divine. Shakespeare said; in Sonnet 116:

Let me not to the marriage of true minds

Admit impediments. Love is not love

Which alters when it alteration finds,

Or bends with the remover to remove:

O no! it is an ever-fixed mark

That looks on tempests and is never shaken;

It is the star to every wandering bark,

Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.

Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks

Within his bending sickle's compass come:

Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,

But bears it out even to the edge of doom.

If this be error and upon me proved,

I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

St. Paul also gives an apt description in 1st Corinthians Chapter 13. But I do not think the thing they celebrate on Valentine's Day is love at all but merely a red velvet, white lace trimmed imitation of an invisible, feeling of goodness.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This made me smile! Just in time for Valentines! I'll keep this in mind when my lack of a teddy bear on that day of hearts has me down. Then my love shall be preserved in a box of wheat thins.
Thanks for making my day!

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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