Can I wow you one time?

I'm Collin. I like to write a lot. In love with Ashley Caballero. 18. WA.

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I hate when textbooks try and throw in a dry joke stfu we’re not friends just tell me what i need to know and bounce

[poeticscene]

At some point, I lost myself within a whirlwind of things. I misplaced my priorities, I chased a lifestyle that wasn’t me, and I did a lot of questionable things. I missed church, I slept in, and I did no sort of work— it became a habit. All it takes is one thing to change a person. I searched for years trying to find love; countless girls who I thought would fit right in my heart. Then one day, a girl stepped into my life. She approached my register asking about a sweatshirt and I could tell there was something different about her. Nights were spent in conversation, which turned into days, which turned into good mornings and good nights. I found God in her smile. I found happiness in the warmth I felt when I was around her. “Don’t fall too deep,” I was told. “Love this young never lasts,” became a theme amongst the lips of others. Pessimists. Blinded people. Many tears and heartache have been endured already but we stand strong. We might be endlessly hopeful to a fault, but never is it a mistake. My prolific words add up in every poem, every word I speak, but they tell of the same truth— I will not and I can not give up on this. Adults try to say the naivety of our minds will blind us as we walk towards heartbreak but fail to see that there is risk in every relationship. A thirty-year-old marriage can be broken, a two-day relationship can as well. How each party values their relationship is the only basis of determination on whether or not it will last. So respectfully, when adults tell me how to love, I say “thank you,” and continue to love the only way I know how. We might seem insane, childish, and maybe a bit overdone, but slight love is not and will not ever be love. You love to your fullest and you give your all. We have to treat it like it won’t last, because isn’t it worth it?

An 18-year-old’s Perspective on Love (Part II)

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[poeticscene]

At some point, I lost myself within a whirlwind of things. I misplaced my priorities, I chased a lifestyle that wasn't me, and I did a lot of questionable things. I missed church, I slept in, and I did no sort of work— it became a habit. All it takes is one thing to change a person. I searched for years trying to find love; countless girls who I thought would fit right in my heart. Then one day, a girl stepped into my life. She approached my register asking about a sweatshirt and I could tell there was something different about her. Nights were spent in conversation, which turned into days, which turned into good mornings and good nights. I found God in her smile. I found happiness in the warmth I felt when I was around her. "Don't fall too deep," I was told. "Love this young never lasts," became a theme amongst the lips of others. Pessimists. Blinded people. Many tears and heartache have been endured already but we stand strong. We might be endlessly hopeful to a fault, but never is it a mistake. My prolific words add up in every poem, every word I speak, but they tell of the same truth— I will not and I can not give up on this. Adults try to say the naivety of our minds will blind us as we walk towards heartbreak but fail to see that there is risk in every relationship. A thirty-year-old marriage can be broken, a two-day relationship can as well. How each party values their relationship is the only basis of determination on whether or not it will last. So respectfully, when adults tell me how to love, I say "thank you," and continue to love the only way I know how. We might seem insane, childish, and maybe a bit overdone, but slight love is not and will not ever be love. You love to your fullest and you give your all. We have to treat it like it won't last, because isn't it worth it?

An 18-year-old's Perspective on Love (Part II)

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[jetblackness]

☆ happy summer ☆

[amisbro]

Reblog this if you think writing is an art

[nikolinaeve]

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  Leendert Buteijn

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[poeticscene]

I was asked “What is love?” I sat there and asked myself the same question. When we’re young, really young, we think love is holding hands, kissing, and laughing; but that’s not all. We thought it would be easy and painless, without heartache or struggle. I thought love was changing who I was to make someone like me— wear her favorite color, drink yellow gatorade because that was her favorite. But that isn’t the case with love as far as I know. We connect with people, we share thoughts and passions. We recognize a world outside of the universe staring back at us— those eyes and those lips. You see the subtle details in someone’s actions. I see the way your lip quivers when you blush, the way your nose crinkles when you think something is cute, how you like to hold my hand a certain way. There is holding hands, kissing, and laughing; but with it comes the pain of silly jealousy, and the struggle of finding the words to explain how you feel. It’s not easy, you will get hurt sometimes. But within love and falling in love, you adapt. You learn to love more, show more, and be more for your partner. Unconditional love and affection. And in the view of other people, it shouldn’t matter who is around— they aren’t the ones with you. What matters is you and your partner. Don’t be afraid to love or show affection. It’s okay. Love is hearing you won’t last and making every effort to make sure that it doesn’t happen. Love needs constant attention and it can always improve. It’s a learning process which may involve heartache, but it’s worth it. To love and to be loved is what everyone wants. And if you are lucky enough to experience it, treasure it and treat it like it won’t last forever.

Love: An 18 Year Old’s (Personal) Perspective (via poeticscene)

[ponderation]

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You must learn her. You must know the reason why she is silent. You must trace her weakest spots. You must write to her. You must remind her that you are there. You must know how long it takes for her to give up. You must be there to hold her when she is about to. You must love her because many have tried and failed. And she wants to know that she is worthy to be loved, that she is worthy to be kept. And, this is how you keep her.

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[wordsnquotes]

If a poem hasn’t ripped apart your soul; you haven’t experienced poetry.

Edgar Allan Poe  (via wordsnquotes)

[poeticscene]

I was asked “What is love?” I sat there and asked myself the same question. When we’re young, really young, we think love is holding hands, kissing, and laughing; but that’s not all. We thought it would be easy and painless, without heartache or struggle. I thought love was changing who I was to make someone like me— wear her favorite color, drink yellow gatorade because that was her favorite. But that isn’t the case with love as far as I know. We connect with people, we share thoughts and passions. We recognize a world outside of the universe staring back at us— those eyes and those lips. You see the subtle details in someone’s actions. I see the way your lip quivers when you blush, the way your nose crinkles when you think something is cute, how you like to hold my hand a certain way. There is holding hands, kissing, and laughing; but with it comes the pain of silly jealousy, and the struggle of finding the words to explain how you feel. It’s not easy, you will get hurt sometimes. But within love and falling in love, you adapt. You learn to love more, show more, and be more for your partner. Unconditional love and affection. And in the view of other people, it shouldn’t matter who is around— they aren’t the ones with you. What matters is you and your partner. Don’t be afraid to love or show affection. It’s okay. Love is hearing you won’t last and making every effort to make sure that it doesn’t happen. Love needs constant attention and it can always improve. It’s a learning process which may involve heartache, but it’s worth it. To love and to be loved is what everyone wants. And if you are lucky enough to experience it, treasure it and treat it like it won’t last forever.

Love: An 18 Year Old’s (Personal) Perspective (via poeticscene)

[poeticscene]

I gotta learn to be happy for myself. Only then will everyone around me seem to light up.

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