Life fucks everyone, so no one is virgin.

One of my favorite poems, and it's rather an anthem for me, is this one.

Tired of Speaking Sweetly
by Hafiz


Love wants to reach out and manhandle us,
Break all our teacup talk of God.

If you had the courage and
Could give the Beloved His choice, some nights,
He would just drag you around the room
By your hair,
Ripping from your grip all those toys in the world
That bring you no joy.

Love sometimes gets tired of speaking sweetly
And wants to rip to shreds
All your erroneous notions of truth

That make you fight within yourself, dear one,
And with others,

Causing the world to weep
On too many fine days.

God wants to manhandle us,
Lock us inside of a tiny room with Himself
And practice His dropkick.

The Beloved sometimes wants
To do us a great favor:

Hold us upside down
And shake all the nonsense out.

But when we hear
He is in such a “playful drunken mood”
Most everyone I know
Quickly packs their bags and hightails it
Out of town.

Lost Boys
Fragments of lost children, echo within my mind,
Who are these children, to whom I’m still blind?
He speaks in earnest tone, words mumbled and fast,
This young boys voice, trapped in my past.

Fragments of lost children, echo within my mind,
Who are these children, to whom I’m still blind?
He laughs when he’s scared and talks very fast,
Another boys voice, trapped in my past.

Fragments of lost children, echo within my mind,
Who are these children, to whom I’m still blind?
He is silent and sad, his essence doesn’t last,
Yet another boys presence, trapped in my past.

Fragments of lost children, echo within my mind,
Who are these children, to whom I’m still blind?
They are lost in a past, that once belonged to me,
Maybe one day i'll set them free.
Kodiac

This came to me one night from the sounds of my neighbors fighting at 3am....it sucks but?


https://similarworlds.com/24-Life/2954111-WHY-LOVE-WHY-Get-up-love-Youre-going-to-be-late