On Love

Nobody can truly ever love anybody.
This is what i think.
It's a selfish and highly overrated emotion.
Like every other damn thing in this world.
Everything about love is about that individual who is in love.
Whether it's two sided or one sided is hardly the point
And am not just talking about lovers, every relationship whether it be a mother- daughter or brother- brother is like that.Not even one exception.
Not a single one.
Now you know what, I know what I am talking about.
That is why, this is my next point.
Love is perhaps the most beautiful thing ever, it gives you happiness and hope.
Being in love, being really in love is like being consumed by fire.
But not a raging one, contrary to popular belief, no sir.
It's more of a sighing type, and sometimes it crackles.
Love is neither this nor that.
What is love then?
It just is.
There is no dissecting it, there is no cryptic message scrawled across in a messy handwriting underneath.
It just is.

Bad Poetry

The world is filled with bad poetry.
Bad poets are everywhere, they are inside you and they are inside me.
Writing bad poetry is as simple as writing poetry is difficult.
What the world really needs right now is a good poem.
A poem that tells how miserable life is, how much misery there is all around.
Poetry never has a solution but at least it can spread the word of misery around
Make people aware of things, like life.
Of those who do not have it good.
  

The World As We Know It

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This is the world as we know it.
Full of chaos and disordered mayhem and trouble.
We live like this and we will die like this.
There is no escaping.