#theidealistdilettante

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And if I had waited for another hundred years, would you have found me by then? I don't know how or where or when am I going to lay my eyes on the man I should love and who could love me back; but one thing's for sure, before every day ends, I'd always be thinking: maybe tomorrow will be different, maybe tomorrow, you'll be here, and I'll be happy, even for just once in my life.

Spencer Martin Keats // Forgotten Words #02

[theidealistdilettante]

“Slowly she danced, her body in an arch caught midair, a figure of utter perfection, of balance so delicate. She danced, slowly to the beat of the pouring rain, to the echoes of the pitter-patter  of the drops of tears upon his melancholic face. Oh how she danced, catching everyone in awe, from curves so delicately made, and leaps so dangerously accomplished. She danced, purely for the man whose heart fails to beat for her, that man whose  heart carries another, as the rain stops pouring on her window pane.”

Words by: Spencer Martin Keats Art by: Erica Wexler

[theprocast]

Your love is the only light I will ever need.

Spencer Martin Keats // ten-word-story 001

[theprocast]

We are shadows longing for the light of the sun.

Spencer Martin Keats // ten-word-story 002

[theprocast]

This I tell you, my dear friend: your God is bigger than any storm. Be strong & stand firm in faith and in love.

Spencer Martin Keats, In Spirit poem #1

[theidealistdilettante]

“What if  we found the truth in all the wrong places? Would lies still matter by then?”

Words by: Spencer Martin Keats Art by: Ruth Speer

[theprocast]

And in the midnight hour Under this blanket of stars I am wishing I was with you For everything is always too cold When they have no one to hold.

Spencer Martin Keats // A poem for a love lost

[theprocast]

it won't always be perfect, no. you will get jealous when he laughs with someone who isn't you, or when his skin lands on somebody else's which isn't yours. you will get angry at him for being late at your dates, because he will reason out his work, his work, his work, and his other "guy" friends. you will get annoyed at him for tickling your neck when you're having a bad day, when he's only trying to give you a good time. you will get lonely when he would not send you a message when he's away for a week in a military camp. you will be mad at him for having missed an anniversary greeting. you will be pissed at him when he was not able to eat the lunch that you so dutifully prepared for him (which by the way, woke you up at 4 am and you had to mess up your kitchen because he had to be at the hospital at 5:30). you will envy those patients he treats with tenderness especially when you were the one who needs his help. you will hate him on some days when you feel like he's fading away from you, or when you feel like he's losing his grip on your life. you will be scared when he would not talk to you for a week because of a fight over some hot chick named "Jennifer" or "Layla" or whoever. you will be worried when he won't reply to any of your texts because you know he could die any moment and if it happens, you hope most in the world that you're with him. he won't die anyways, not yet, but your paranoia will make you really, really worried that you can't do anything all day but cry and cry as you stare at the same spot on your bedroom wall filled with moments you've both shared over the past 22 years. all these will happen while you're in love with him. but remember that on these moments, he will always be there. he will hug you and rub his skin against yours to keep you from being jealous. he will stay up with you all night just to let you know that he will always be there even when he's got his own work and other "guy" friends, and to show you you're still the dearest thing to him. he will tickle your lips with the hairs on his face when you're having a bad day, because he knows, no matter how hard you hide it, that it is the only thing that can make your day better. and when he comes back from those military camps, he will cook you breakfast at 10 in the morning, and will spend his entire day without you losing sight of him, because he missed you too even more than you missed him. he will apologize for not eating the lunch you've prepared for him, and when he comes home, like a child he will show you an empty lunch box, and you will make your way to the kitchen to make out and nothing more. he will go home and tell you stories of his patients, their sorrows and struggles and how he felt like he was needed in their lives, and you will then think of how blessed you are to have such a man whose ways are nobler than anybody you've met, and your envy will dissolve into a proud smile. he will hold you and reminisce with you just to let you know that he will always, always be there, so all your hate, your worries and fears of him going away will be lost in a sea of happy memories and he will always be there to remind you, that he never will ever leave your side until you're alive, and to this promise he will be true, and you know he will. he will cure your paranoia over the years not because he is one of the best doctors the world has ever seen, but because he is the best lover in the world, a jewel you found in your darkest of times. he will not take your love for granted, even when he sometimes feels like you're taking his for granted. he will not let you feel how scared he also is that he might not see you again every single day, because he knows how this will lead to a day of crying and continuous conversations of the same thing over and over for the entire day. he won't tell you this, instead he will give you assurance and your smile will be the only assurance that he will need to go on through the day. he will get tired, and you will, too, but nights where you get to relive the moment you first met under the stars on a blanket over the grass at the university oval will be enough motivation for the both of you to stay in love for one more day. all these will happen while you're in love with him and he with you. and as long as you're both living, each day you see each other smile, you know in your own selves, that whatever happens while you're both in love with each other, it will be and always will be good.

Poem #02 from a collection titled Where Else Will I Find Your Love