I'll link you to their respective blogs in a future posts - they both make for great reading.
For now though, I've decided to start posting up some of my writings on here, including some poetry-cum-song-lyrics and such, and I'll start with this one I dug up from my now-overflowing notebook which has served me well for about four or five years now. It's a poem attempting to capture the feeling of pure love - funny since one of the great friends mentioned above used his second ever blog post to celebrate the joys of love. It's something I've always been fascinated by it, due mainly to the fact I can say I've never properly felt it, and I've been left to see the effects of it on others. This is my summation of it when I THOUGHT I was in love...when it was more infatuation than anything else.
Love (Remix)
No-one ever knows quite how to react when
A feeling they never thought they'd experience
Hits them square in the face
With all the grace of a drunken disco dancer
Heart beats faster,
Lightness in the chest
A feeling so unbridled you can't control,
It,
It lifts you up to the point of euphoria
Where nothing you think can ever hope to stop it
It also begs the rational question
Is this simply madness borne out of hope?
Nothing more than wilful infatuation?
Short-lived, temporary high dope?
But the message from your brain cell beg to differ
This isn't a short lived fad, or fickle delight
How can it be when it feels this good?
A sweeping and soaring rollercoaster ride
No-one ever knows quite how to react when
A feeling they never thought they'd experience
Hits them square in the face
With all the grace of a drunken disco dancer
Heart beats faster,
Lightness in the chest
A feeling so unbridled you can't control,
It,
It lifts you up to the point of euphoria
Where nothing you think can ever hope to stop it
It also begs the rational question
Is this simply madness borne out of hope?
Nothing more than wilful infatuation?
Short-lived, temporary high dope?
But the message from your brain cell beg to differ
This isn't a short lived fad, or fickle delight
How can it be when it feels this good?
A sweeping and soaring rollercoaster ride

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