A Window to Wonders

[iluvmassivemusl]

(Let me just start by saying I'm kinda depressed right now so this is my way of bitching I guess. Don't read if you are in a good mood, and Have a good day)

A window to wonders
I stare into for hours
at comedies and drama
some with magical powers

I sit and I watch
and the things I like most
is when guys with massive size
begin to post

Stories and videos
all so delightful
For hours I sit
and I get a sightful

Some years have passed
and nothing has changed
I still sit at the window
nothing rearranged

The people I see
and the places they are
look from my window
to be impossibly far

These men ooze sex
their muscles do bulge
they grow and they stretch
my fantasy indulged

Bigger and Stronger
and Bigger still they grow
and as this is happening
I stare from my window

Their traps hide their ears
their pecs are divine
their arms are like mountains
I want to be mine

A man like this is what I need
But the longer I stare
the more I realize
I am becoming aware

That these men don't want me
If they did they would say
or stop and say hi
or at least look my way

I try to change myself
with diets and gym
to become someone
worthy of him

Of that mass of muscles
that mountain of beef
that enormous red oak
with nary a leaf

But more years go by
and as I stare more
I begin to understand
my window is not a door

The men I see don't see me
and they never will
because I'm too attached
to my own windowsill

Behind my window
thoughts creep in my head
and because I need to
I'll say what they said

Will anyone love me
Will anyone care
Will anyone notice
Who was never even there

Love comes through contact
and it is hard to pass
true love through distance
or through window glass.

[icarusinny]

This is eerily similar to a walt whitman poem "28 young men." In the poem, a sexually repressed woman (this is a thinly veiled disguise for whitman?) is watching men swimming nude from her window. it;s very erotic: http://www.harpers.org/archive/2009/05/hbc-90004812

[Mdlftr]

Iluv,

Your poem is actually pretty good, particularly the last four stanzas:

The men I see don't see me
and they never will
because I'm too attached
to my own windowsill

Behind my window
thoughts creep in my head
and because I need to
I'll say what they said

Will anyone love me
Will anyone care
Will anyone notice
Who was never even there

Love comes through contact
and it is hard to pass
true love through distance
or through window glass.


Icarusinny seems to have found an inspirational source for your work, but that does not negate the terrific work you have achieved.
Some of the most famous works of literature have been inspired by unrequited longing:
-Dante's Inferno (love for Beatrice whom he saw on the street at age 13 and never spoke to or interacted with during his whole long life)
-Many religious hymns (express a longing for God or the joys of life after death).

Good work!

[iluvmassivemusl]

I just wrote this on the fly, no inspiration, I just wrote what I felt, and thank you for the reviews, and I hope that this doesn't end up being unrequited love

[monstermusclebe]

In my personal experience, it was not until I began to love all aspects of myself (I did not say like), and to workout for myself and not for other guys, that I then became both loveable and desirable by other men. Self-love (to a healthy degree), which appears as confidence to others, is highly attractive.

In the end, the longing we feel to be loved actually cannot be ever fully met by a partner. That longing ~ which is a longing for connection to the divine, for connection to our deepest, truest self ~ can only be met when we focus on loving ourselves, on respecting ourselves. By doing so we become that which we seek and long for... And often then also get the partner, too, as we have become in the process a magnet for what we longed for.

Do not seek for another to fulfill you. There is only ashes and co-dependency down that road. Instead, give yourself what you seek... And be happy when, surprise! You meet a partner traveling down that same path.

'it is not our job to seek out love. It is our job to remove the obstacles to love within ourselves.' (paraphrased from Marianne Williamson).

We do that by learning to love ourselves.

And don't bullshit yourself. If you say 'of course I love myself' yet still long and pine and are depressed for lack of love, then you don't know jack (yet) about what it means to love yourself.

Find out.