Daily Dose Of Romance

 

Much better than the original. Chester pined it completely.

No harsh feelings, Adele, but this piece of art is beyond the beauty.

If you haven’t heard this version, please do.

Is anyone out there who agrees with me? 

 

“The scars of your love remind me of us

They keep me thinking that we almost had it all

The scars of your love, they leave me breathless

I

can’t help feeling

We could have had it all……”

 

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You Were My Favourite Flavour

 

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You had me instantly

At the sweetness of your lips.

You were the spice of my tasteless life

Salty sweat and tears

Through the endless nights.

Bitterness that you brought

After the sweetness had subsided

Hadn’t surprised me

Because

The sour taste of disappointment

Was always the main chorus

Of my life.

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/picky-tongues/

 

 

 

 

Rebel

Camus-Rebel

 

“I choose my own destiny!”

That’s such a common phrase, that gets me laughing every time I hear it.

What the f…. k can you choose? You are buried down with your own thoughts, worries, everyday obligations that just need to be done! That’s it! Nothing more, nothing less!

There is no excuse for your obligations, in your so-called ” life”. There are no choices!

No excuses for not going to work even if you feel and think that you’d rather stay home.

You must stay “responsible” and execute your obligations as they come.

Every morning when I woke up, and barely pull out myself out of the bed, I sincerely ask myself, where the hell I lost my last ten years? A whole decade?!

Flushed down the toilet, wasted and thrown away. Wasted on others and for the others.

I don’t even recognize myself in the mirror.

Hopeless face that has come to the final conclusion.

You don’t choose anything!

Everything else chooses you. And there’s nothing, absolutely nothing you can do about it.

Of course, you can decide for yourself if you’re gonna wear that pair of shoes today or not… but that’s so irrelevant.

The big life choices and decisions, oh, you thought you made it yourself?!

Do not be stupid! You were probably influenced by people surrounding you, your community and way of life that is „prescribed“ to you.

We are just a mass of entities, like an ant farm, running around, unable to see the bigger picture.

The more you run, the more you bury yourself into the every day’s happenings, the more you become detached from life and from yourself.

I am detached. It’s kinda floating feeling. Acting as a robot, just doing stuff that need to be done.

And the real Me? Cuddled somewhere deep inside waiting… not knowing what am I waiting for.

But I do know one thing.

There is no f…g way to get out of the line that just keeps leading you further and further. No stopping, just moving forward. Walking straight, you with the rest of the herd.

If you think that you are not the same kind and you’re somehow different, you are so deeply wrong.

The truth, the meaning of the life is not available to us, common people. We are just wanderers keeping what we need to keep, doing what we must do, and NOT what we want to do.

You can call yourself a Rebel, someone who will just push and overcome all of the boundaries and rules of the society, to live a life-like you really want to.

Wanna be a rebel ?! Come on, play the role!  You will not last for a day. This game of life has rules! First of all, obedience! If you fight against it, you want last for a day.

I thought that this mind retrospective would be a positive one. But, I do realize now that it is not either positive or negative.

It is just REAL.

Albert Camus said :”The only way to deal with an unfree world is to become so absolutely free that your very existence is an act of rebellion“.

I tried and I failed.

But, at least – I tried!

Did you try, ever?!

PhD On Terms Loneliness And Plural

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Solitude is a synonym for a loneliness: noun aloneness.

So, there we have a three nouns, with the same meaning.

For me, they do not “feel”the same, at all.

Yesterday evening I was so mad at you, stuffing your travel bags once again, as I did numberless times before. I felt grief, because your job is so demanding and you are on a trip almost constantly.

I felt grief because your socks have traveled more than I am, they have seen the whole world. The whole world, indeed.

And here I am, putting those socks again into your bag, the bag will go into the airplane, and you will go into the airplane as well, leaving me as always.

That’s solitude. When you are already missing someone who is right next to you, but in his mind, the airplane has lifted off.

This morning, at the airport, we kissed goodbye.

Instantly, as you were gone, the loneliness has come.

That’s loneliness, when you return home and find a pair of forgotten socks. Me and your socks, waiting for you to return.

The days passing by, loneliness turns int a monster.

The monster called aloneness. It eats you, it haunts you wherever you are, no matter what are you doing.

Aloneness is the final stage. The verge of the pot full with emotions, ready to blast off.

I could ask for a PhD on these three nouns.

I mastered them to a perfection.

We have been talking about us, about your airplanes taking off’s, international arrivals and the awful airport coffee.

I had it enough, I don’t want to feel the third monster noun again. The pot has exploded, and I cannot do it anymore.

When you return to our home, where we have lived for the past few years, I will give you your forgotten socks.

I will kiss you because I love you and then I will leave you for good.

Because loving someone so much and missing him constantly, mastering the all synonyms for the solitude, is ruining my life.

I want you in it, in my life, in my presence. I want you, and not the forgotten pair of socks.

If you will ever be able to understand the solitude, the loneliness, the monster of aloneness, then you will find me.

If you do that, I’ll get rid of my PhD, and finally make a plural in our lives.

Instead of “you” and “I” apart, we could make the word “we” or “us”. A new word in my dictionary.

That would be an awesome PhD, about the new term  – “we”, as a plural.

But it’s up to you to decide. The socks, or me. The plural or the singular, it’s totally up to you.

 

Life Changing Restaurant Order

Jason had problems with  hair gel. His hair looked like he was stroked by the electricity, messed up and he was unable to fix it.

“Damn!”, he yelled at himself in the mirror.

His date was probably already waiting in the restaurant. Rose was a girl he thought was worth every effort make this dating into something more. A true relationship.

“Ah, just leave it”, he said silently. He was late already. The hair will stay as it is.

On the way to the restaurant, the cab driver annoyed him with his music choice.Too loud, too aggressive.  “Everything seems to be going wrong”, Jason taught.

 

Rose sat at the table for some time. She ordered a martini. Playing with an olive in a glass, she felt nervous. Jason was such a sweet, good, fantastic guy. He wouldn’t let her down. But still, she was nervous.

A tiny girl with freckled nose and green eyes under a bunch of curly brown hair, smart and witty. She fell for Jason on the first date. Even thinking about that, made her blush.

 

The entrance doors opened in a style, bumping into the wall.

Jason, just stood there, searching for Rose, not paying attention to a receptionist addressing to him.

When he saw her, he just rushed to the table.

“Hey Rose!”, he said excitedly. She gave him a kiss in a cheek. “Your hair is a surprise of a day, it’s quite interesting the way… it stands in the air”, she smiled.

Somehow Jason found that sentence not intrusive or like she was mocking him. He felt relaxed, calm. That’s why he loved being with her.

“So let’s order because I’m hungry as hell”, said Rose taking the menu.

 

As this was a French restaurant, all the food names were in french, with a translation beside. Jason was hasty, not trying to read it all, and he decided to make it quick and simply.

So he ordered “cuisses de grenouille”.

“Are you sure?”, asked Rose.

“Why?”, asked Jason. “Well”, said Rose, “maybe it will be the best for you to find out yourself”. She laughed so beautifully, that Jason ignored his surprise order.

The food arrived quickly. Roses dish looked delicious. He didn’t know what it was, but it looked good.

As for his order, he stopped breathing. On the plate were legs. Small legs, fried, but still, legs.

Rose’s laugh, made the people around to look at them.

“Surprised?, she asked. Oh, how he was surprised.

He touched one pair of legs. “I am not eating this. They look like they’re going for a walk!”, said Jason.

Rose didn’t stop laughing.

 

“Let’s go”, she said.

Exiting the restaurant, she kissed him. Deep, mind blowing kiss.

“This is for the best evening in my life”.

Jason smiled in her arms.

“Thank you, frog legs”, he thought. “You just made my life wonderful “.

 

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http://tipsylit.com/2014/06/20/prompted-link-up-foreign-foods/

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You’re My Most Treasured Mistake

 

 

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As I stood there , looking at you leave into the grey and the forgotten world,

The tears weren’t falling.

 

I was numb

One big emptiness.

 

My knees were weak,

The Universe stopped , as I stopped breathing.

 

You choose, and I choose the same.

To tear us apart.

 

It was written that we must meet.

It was a mistake for us to meet.

The One above, the Universe, made all possible to bring us together.

 

To create a unique piece of art,

So soft, gentle, universal love.

And such a fabulous mistake.

 

I dream of you often and I know you dream about me too.

At least, we meet there, the kissing ghosts

In the non-existing world of lost souls.

 

Of all that I have done terribly wrong in my life,

You are and you will be always be,

My most treasured mistake.

 

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/favorite-mistake/

 

The Tragedy Of Commitment

 

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The tragedy of commitment.

Have you ever thought of commitment to one person as loosing other possibilities that may have come your way? Like parallel universes exist, and in everyone you choose someone else, something else, with unpredictable consequences.

I have found a great short novel/ article on the web that have described my thoughts to the fullest.

If I wanted to explain it, this would be it.
Below is the link to the original page, and all the credits go to the author, Andrew Boyd.

“The tragedy of commitment

Whoever wants something great must be able to limit himself.
–Wolfgang Von Goethe

Sometimes you are paralyzed with indecision. You can’t bring yourself to choose any one future because to choose one is to forsake the promise of all others. Yet not choosing is making you crazy. In such a state, drastic action is necessary. You must choose–and then, one by one, murder all the futures you passed over. Like a faithful companion you’ve cherished all through your youth, you must lead each future back behind the shed, and even if it looks up at you with those big eyes, dreamy with possibility, you must put the cold muzzle to its head and pull the trigger. And you must do it again and again for each future that competes for the attentions of your heart. Only then are you ready for commitment. Only then can you pursue the one thing which will, in time, and after much mourning, become all things to you.

The future is full of possibilities that I must shoot in the head.”- Andrew Boyd

http://www.dailyafflictions.com/affliction4.html

 

Any thoughts about it?