A heart made of chocolate
Is sweet and tempting;
Very much part of why it attracts.
But a heart like that is easy to consume
And also too easy to be consumed by.
A nibble here,
A nibble there,
And then a slightly bigger bite
Till all that's left is an empty shell,
And a person walking without a heart.
Soon the chocolate will dissolve,
Fusing with blood and an unsated aftertaste.
And with that, a brown liquid will pump
Through and about your veins,
Slowly eating at the walls of your own heart.
After the shadows lick the moon a dozen,
All that's left of your heart will be gone,
And you'll be left with none but a heart of chocolate,
Sweet and tempting,
Waiting to be consumed.
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
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A person who is charming and seductive is like a person with a chocolate heart. Sooner or later he or she because of lack of character will end up in a mess or make a mess of others. He or she destroys others and destroys himself or herself (implosion, melting, dissolve, self-destruct...) A heart without character is empty shell.
Your poem is good but a bit deep.
Thanks Dad.
You've somehow always been good at finding meanings in whatever I write.
The truth is that while you're incredibly close to whatever I meant to put across while I was writing it, I didn't originally set out writing it with a purpose. I just wanted to string some words together in a cool way.
The whole poem was just based on an idea, more of a stray thought really, which gave me the first three lines. I also had the line "after the shadows lick the moon a dozen" tucked away in some note reminding me to use it as a fancy way to portray time passing. From there I just kind of tried to make it sound good, and flow together.
Talk about "crapping" my way through something for the sake of it.
So for this particular time, any apparent depth is either illusionary, or is perhaps the result of projective writing. I'm not exactly sure what it means for me if I "naturally" sound deep though.
Haha.
Any comments on my writing style?
very philosophical and provoking. You might want to explore essay writing or prose. You obviously have a talent in writing. Use it for the Lord to honor and glorify Him.
Sam, he's your dad. Parents usually see much more in their child than the child can see in him/herself...
Now, that's scary.
But then sometimes parents see more in their child than there IS in their child. It then becomes part of why parents expect too much of their children at times. Or perhaps the kid just isn't pushing him/herself.
I suppose expecting more could be seen as an oddly displaced method of encouraging one to do better?
Or perhaps expecting more from someone is only natural because we don't actually know their limits, thus immediately assuming that they are above whatever we currently see. *based on the human tendency to slack/not give our best*
Well, I can only speak from my own myopic view (certainly not great enough to be a parent) - the thought I leave here is that it's probably more meaningful to think BETTER of someone than vice versa.
I would agree with the odd-but-well-placed notion that higher expectations are sometimes disguised as encouragement. Just that 'expectations' are laid upon one by someone else; 'encouragement' assumes that there is personal goal within the person that just needs to be stirred into action.
I feel that personal limits (with regard to positive achievement) are meant to be broken. How else can we grow? You already know this, parkour expert. (!?!)
Hmmmm I really like the point you made about it being better to think more of someone than less. Didn't really occur to me from that perspective until you said so.
Now in regard to personal limits, I believe that all of us have two types of them.
The first is what we merely perceive as a limit; never having been beyond it/thinking that going beyond it is impossible to achieve.
Lets say that everyday we climb a building of an untold number of stories tall. We climb and climb and climb until we really cant climb anymore. Now suppose we've only been able to reach floor 413 as of yet. It doesn't mean that there aren't any floors above it to be reached. We just haven't, as of yet.
The second limit is the true maximum we can achieve as the person we are, regardless of what we learn, or how much stronger we get with time. It is the ultimate limit, beyond which there really cant be any more improvement.
Back to the building analogy. Let us now suppose that we all climb different buildings (our hereditary genetics), and that the buildings we climb have a finite number of stories assigned to them though the number is placed ridiculously high. If we by some means reach the top, there is then nowhere else we can go.
I had quite a lengthy discussion with a friend of mine some time back regarding perfection. Being more precise, my desire to achieve perfection.
In short:
I argued that if I did not strive for perfection, what else could I strive for?
His counter was that I couldn't possibly achieve perfection anyway, so why strive for it in the first place?
In conclusion I grew up a bit and abandoned my quest for perfection. After all, we've seen too many people turn bitter for not achieving what they set out to do in their life. Perhaps having such lofty ideals weren't conducive for my health. And so I came to accept that I couldn't truly achieve perfection. But some part my character dictated that I leave undefeated so I drew an even stronger conclusion; the only means of getting my first limit as close to my second limit as was possible, was to strive to reach my second limit.
Now in all honesty, all of the above could have been summed up in one short sentence. But my need for clarity overpowered my need for brevity.
In other words, I agree with you in absolute totality.
=D
Only by striving for perfection can we ever get as close to it as we possibly can.
And I am in total agreement with you on that, Sam.
=)
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