Malcolm James Furst

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To Those Who Write of Love

December 15, 2008 at 2:35 am · Filed under 13 Most Popular, Philosophy, Poetry, love and tagged: , , , , , , , , , , ,

I come here to express myself,
to express my emotions,
but being here,
sharing my words with you,
and reading your words
fill me not only with a creative urge,
but also with the intense feeling
that I’m missing out on love.

You see, I feel so very deeply,
and when I read your wonderful words,
I take them in
and they become a part of me.
And so I wonder,
if I stop reading these words of love,
will I stop craving love?
Will I be satisfied with my life just the way it is now?

I don’t plan to leave—
I am so grateful for this community
and for what you all do
—but I wonder what exactly we create here.
What do we do here?
Are we helping each other to cope?
or are we reinforcing our feelings
of despair and victimization?

I suppose that depends on
the
words
we
write.
What incredible power we have.
(Perhaps I presume too much.)
What incredible power you have.

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Maybe I Should be Committed.

December 11, 2008 at 3:43 am · Filed under Poetry, love and tagged: , , , , , ,

Sometimes . . .
I need a woman
sooooooooo badly
that my body shivers
like I’ve bitten into a lemon.
I have to stand up and
“walk it off”
like a baseball injury,
but all that does
is spread the feeling around.

In those moments,
I’m sure I must be doing something wrong.
I should be with her,
some her, any her
and she would ease those feelings from me,
but I also know that if I were with her,
whoever she might be,
there would be other feelings,
and I would wonder if I should be alone.

Am I really that particular?
Maybe I just need to find the right woman,
or maybe those are normal feelings.

I just want someone who will commit,
someone who won’t walk away,
someone who knows
that love will change and grow,
and that we can change and grow together.

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Desire

November 5, 2008 at 11:09 am · Filed under Poetry, Ramblings, love and tagged: , , , , , , , ,

My heart so desperately wants to feel this attraction that my mind says to ignore.
I want you, simply… I don’t want you in any special context, or surroundings, but above all else, I need you, now.
I try to still my restless heart, knowing that when I leave this place, you will be out of sight and mind, but that doesn’t work. Suddenly, I need you more.
You have a name, right now, although you haven’t always had one. Sometimes you call yourself desire.
But for the time being, you have a name and a face, though you may be unaware that I call out your name and recall your face.
Perhaps you are aware of my thoughts.
Perhaps you feel as I do, that our paths might cross for a few brief moments, that perhaps the world is but a stage and I have a walk-on part in your life story.
Can I find the means to overcome my fear of self expression? I may need prompting.
But what if you don’t feel as I do and remain silent to spare my feelings?
It is far better to know that you don’t want me than to hope that you do.
But perhaps you want me, too.
Either way, I’m better off speaking my mind.

There was a young man full of lust, so full that he thought he might bust.
If he goes on this way, and holds back one more day,
he’s afraid that his pistons might rust.

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