I Do Not Love You
by Pablo Neruda
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself
the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth,
lives darkly in my body.
I love you without knowing how,
or from where.
I love you straightforwardly,
without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way than this:
where I do not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.
Self Portrait on a Less Then Good Day
and a little lazy.
and a little unstable.
and a little dispirited.
and a little foolish.
and a little overwhelmed.
and a little boring.
All I Really Want
by Alanis Morissette
Do I stress you out?
My sweater is on backwards and inside out,
and you say 'how appropriate'.
I don't wanna dissect everything today.
I don't mean to pick you apart you see, but I can't help it.
And there I go jumping before the gunshot has gone off.
Slap me with a splintered ruler.
And it would knock me to the floor if I wasn't there already.
If only I could hunt the hunter.
And all I really want is some patience,
A way to calm the angry voice.
And all I really want is deliverance.
Do I wear you out?
You must wonder why I'm relentless and all strung out.
I'm consumed by the chill of solitary.
I'm like Estella, I like to reel it in and then spit it out.
I'm frustrated by your apathy.
And I am frightened by the corrupted ways of this land,
If only I could meet the Maker.
And I am fascinated by the spiritual man,
I am humbled by his humble nature.
What I wouldn't give to find a soulmate,
Someone else to catch this drift.
And what I wouldn't give to meet a kindred.
Enough about me, let's talk about you for a minute.
Enough about you, let's talk about life for a while.
The conflicts, the craziness and the sound of pretenses
falling all around, all around
Why are you so petrified of silence ?
Here can you handle this?
Did you think about your bills? your ex? your deadlines?
Or when you think you're gonna die?
Or did you long for the next distraction?
And all I need now is intellectual intercourse,
A soul to dig the hole much deeper.
And I have no concept of time other than it is flying.
If only I could kill the killer.
All I really want is some peace man,
A place to find a common ground.
And all I really want is a wavelength.
All I really want is some comfort,
A way to get my hands untied.
And all I really want is some justice.