Day 8: How Became To Bow

I seek to please when it pleases me
I do wish to be helpful
I want to know what vexes thee
I like to not be a handful
I hope to be something wanted to see
But I suppose I'd hear an earful
Be as it may I like myself as I am in the now
I will never wish to know how I became to bow

You are a queen who likes to dance
To whose melody I ask
Do you wish to see me frolic or prance
With authority I ask
Were you appointed my guardian ace
With what memory I ask
Is it we are fighting to be ourselves again now
When I never wish to kneel before you or bow

Day 7: I

I am quiet
I hide my emotions
I aim to be stoic
I do not show my tears
I prefer silence
I seek to be left alone
I enjoy human company when I may
I do not mind noise, I am used to it
I am an introvert
But do I know who I am?

Day 6: Valediction To Childhood Home

Yellow walls
And green hangings
Blue bread spread
Oak dwellings
That is what I see when I look around me
It is not where I wish to be

My dream is a home full of light
Matte colours of brown, black and white
With specks of colour forest green and gold
I like dark colours
Brooding and bold

I say goodbye to the cheeriness of my home room
For at the end of this year
I will be gone

Day 5: Stay

What I needed
Was not heeded
So the way it goes
Is where the wind throes
It is never my way
But I do ask you to stay

Day 4: A Series of Unlikely Explanations

It really should not have happened
That was what everyone believed
That was what I believed I believed
But it had happened

I told them that it was because I was wary
They thought I meant I was weary
But there is a great difference in these two things
Because I really was doubtful and cautious about it

I told them that I was annoyed
They thought I meant I was no longer employed
There assessment is correct, but neither is it truthful
I have never been employed

They really should know me better

I told them that I had been angry
They thought I had been hungry
And they offered me food
And told me it still didn't explain why I did it

I told them I was being spiteful
But they thought I was just being stupid and hateful
It could have been that
But it could have been paying them tit for that

They really really should have known me better

For the truth of why I had kissed my baby sister on the nose
Was to wish with all my hope that she'll be pretty and protected when she grows

Day 3: An Angel

What incurs my wrath is that I have been cheated
Heedless of the warning I gave
Can they not see that I dreamed of anger
That could never consume me the way it did

I closed my eyes and saw an angel
And in moments my fury was gone
He would morph from he to she depending on the desires of those he serviced

He was a beauty with oak curls
His eyes were as blue and piercing as the sky and ice
There was a fire there that could not be quenched
And it burned with endless wonder

My ire was replaced by possessiveness
I wanted to own his beauty
He looked at me with such awe
That I felt horrible for being so plain

He was the object of the desires of the plenty
And I wanted to prison him
But my black nature was laid to rest
When I came to the decision to let him go

He would not leave until I said the words
"You are too pure to be seen in this world."

Day 2: Vampire

The snow shone black under his eyes
That were blood red gold and hot as ice
He was a creature made for the night
That was alight around him

The day was dark and dismal to him
The world then would not bend to his every whim
He was a creature made to enchant
All maidens of beauty of vanity and within

He was a lover with whom none could compare
The eyes of women shone to him everywhere
But all he longed for was the sweetness of the death
Where is true love lie to not meet yet

Day 1: The Moon Maiden

Slowly, silently, now the moon
Dances across the dark dawn sky
Above the surface of the dark lake
That sound no more then a mere lip lap of waves.

Slowly, silently, the moon in its wake
Leaves mist and stars
They bow to their queen
Fairy lights in her eyes
The maiden moon doth shake

Slowly, silently, the moon shine
Glowing on her white hair like a crown
The silvery whisps of light divine
As her gown they'll ever shine

Slowly, silently, the moon now sleep
The dawn is coming
The maiden moon stops to weep
Ever her lover chases her so
Till the ends of the earth they will ever go

Project Amare: Love To Me

I think love is not just one feeling, but more of a condition, a myriad of feelings which are meant to make us more understanding and forgiving and accepting. Love is compassion and affection. I don't believe love to be blind, passion is blind, infatuation might be blind, but I think love is where you see all the flaws of the other and still want to be them to learn about them. Love is that you want to learn more and more about the person you care about. Love is concern.

I think love is something that allows us to quarrel and fight without holding the things we say in the heat of anger against each other eternally.

I love my friends. I know this, because when I don't see them, I miss them. They are people who are not entirely like me, but people I can relate to and easily have fun with. They push me and I push them, but we know when to relent, when to leave and let be. I have friends who have similar tastes and ambitions in life. This doesn't mean that we will all go to the same city or university to study, but that the careers my friends are choosing are things they want to do,

I love my parents, I enjoy their mannerisms and I don't feel embarrassed when people say that I remind them of my mother. I personally think that I'm more similar to my father than mother, but he is a recluse, much like I am, so people don't really know to compare me to him, or any of us for that matter.

I love my sisters and brother, a grand example of quarrel, but still forgive and forget. Siblings can be vindictive and remind each other of each other's follies in times of anger, but after some cooling of and apologising we usually are fine. I like to tease them and sometimes they annoy me to the last of my tether, but I like getting them gifts and pleasing them too.

I see it us such that having love in one's life changes a person fundamentally. Bitter love makes one bitter, as will unrequited love. Fulfilling love from childhood to death makes a person friendly and kind.

There are always exceptions to the rule. And perhaps my perceptions are romantic notions from a book, but that is what I think.

Project Amare: The Beginning

One night while showering after listening to Is Love by White Lies an odd thought came to my head: make a documentary about the nature of love. But then I thought that is currently quite hard to do. Maybe I will someday make a documentary, but I thought better of it. I will write about the nature of love, study it through people's stories of love, lyrics, poetry and literature. A lot of work, but it's something to do when there is nothing else to do or when I want to avoid doing something, such as studying.

These questions came to my mind while showering: what is love? What does it feel like? Is it a feeling or something more? Or less? Is it a deep connection people? What different types of love is there? What is the difference between love for your significant other, your pet, your children, your friends? What do psychologists say of love or doctors, actors? What is said of love during different eras?

This is probably a project that will take me many years, but I really don't mind. I hope I will remember to continue it. I hope so. I will probably need someone to remind me. My think my first thing do is to tell what I personally think of love, even though I know I have never been in love. I have little experience of it. I have experience of love for friends and family, and I have read about it and been taught about it. All of us have our own view on the matter. Stay tuned for my thoughts tomorrow.