Supplement 2: On Love
Requisite Disclaimer (because there�s somebody stupid enough to think I know what I�m talking about): As per last time, I am only a high school freshman. I have never had anything even remotely resembling a love life. That being said, any idiots who take my advice are responsible for their own actions.
The way I see it, there are a few different types of �love�: Lust, Unrequited Love, Fairytale Love, and Stalker Love. In the tradition of hideously overstated romantic junk, I�ll be doing this column mostly in poems. Let�s begin with Lust. It isn�t really love, but is commonly mistaken for it, another phrase to use for it would be �animal attraction�, now onto the poem:
MIDNIGHT VIRTUES
One moment of joy and thrills,
Is worth an eternity of regret,
So say the midnight virtues,
You give yourself to me,
Willingly,
You say it is alright, according to the midnight
Virtues,
I slowly caress your skin, rubbing every inch of
Your soft, smooth skin,
You let me taste you flesh, the skin makes my
Tongue dance with sweetness,
Even your blood you give unto me,
The coppery taste plays marvelously upon
My taste buds,
But, should I give myself to one who so willingly
Tears her innocence asunder,
Yes, I should,
It is perfectly acceptable, the midnight virtues tell
Me so,
I look out my window and see the darkened midnight
Sky,
It is black and moonless, not like your heart and mine,
Becoming one up here in this room on the second
Floor,
But soon, our screams of joy fade into the night,
An when midnight passes,
We are horrified at what we have become,
Next, we �Fairytale Love�, which is just that, a fairytale. Ah, but I suppose I�m being rather bitter, but you three people in the audience have �K� to thank for that one. The following isn�t really a poem so much as it is a song that I wrote. It sucks, but it�s slightly better if you have the sheet music to go along with it. It�s entitled �Fire & Ice� (No, not the famous poem)
(4/4 time, mp tempo) Seemingly / of two different worlds / ---- / we came as one / (mf, accel) chorus[1] / minds so far but / souls so close / never a thought / 'cept of the other / no matter how far / so very close / chorus / while one thinks / the other acts / so close and yet so / far / one sits in silence / the other stands and / speaks -- silent / ice and roaring flame / chorus / even when seperated / our thoughts drift / back to days gone / by - / it doesn't matter, sad / or joyous / we'll recall them all / and so our souls'll / drift back together / never to part again / and so - we'll / never truly leave each / other - no matter / how far we've drifted / we are one now / chorus / when they are combined / so valuable / when apart less but / still so necessary / ever so vital / - ever so right / naught can compare to / what happened that night / chorus / (mp, lento) for one brief moment / two souls touched but / just for a second / then it all came / crashing down / (mf allegro) destruction rarely brings / such bittersweet bliss / as fire and ice / were she and I / as fire and ice / were we.
Third, we have �Unrequited Love� which is often mistaken for �Stalker Love�. I�m just going to use one thing that kind of touches on both. It doesn�t really have a title�
I�m at the window wanting,
Your hands that won�t push the faces back,
Shivering in the open streets,
And dying in your lukewarmth,
I�m watching at the window,
As again you lay yourself bare,
When I asked,
I need to reach out and touch you,
Change you,
But the window�s in the way,
I NEED to though,
I�m only going to help you,
Marshmallow girl,
Can�t you help me this time?
But I won�t ask,
So that I don�t fall,
Into a stranger nightmare,
A bleeding dream of chaos,
From which I�ll never wake,
Without your aid,
That I can�t bring myself to ask for,
Can�t you find it in yourself,
Please,
To ask me if I need it,
And the moon shines brightly,
Long after the sun has risen,
Casting strange shadows on your skin,
Eyes of wavering hue,
And a soul laying naked on the floor,
Staring up at me,
I don�t look the same,
On the other side of the window,
I don�t think,
But I can�t tell from here,
Won�t you tell me how I look to you,
Marshmallow girl?
Collapsing against the wall,
Just across from the window,
I bring my legs in close,
And rest my chin upon my knees,
I hold my left palm outstretched,
As idly I trace the number 5,
In the blood that lies there,
And the lights go out,
Images fade to nothing,
And sight scatters with the eastern winds,
A voice from nowhere,
Shouting nothing,
And with the Second Sight,
I watch the fires burn,
But all I can see is you,
Marshmallow girl.
Well, that wraps it up for this week, this is Orpheus signing out for supplement 2. E-mail me at [email protected]
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[1] Chorus is: "As fire and ice/ are she and I / as fire and ice / are we"