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Ross Martinez January 29, 2006
Persuasive Speech: Make People Think about Love
Hey everyone. Hey who loves the weekends? Kewlies. Who loves pizza? Good. Who loves birthdays? Awesome. Now let's see what love means: love- to want to do what is best for that person. An emotional attachment. Uncontrollable emotions that you would do anything for that person. Who here would die for pizza? Who here would die for the weekend huh? What is wrong with America and love? What has turned us into these grammatik idiots? Do you know what love does to people? Do you know of the pain of love, do you know the heartbreak? Do know of the confusion? Do you know of the black cold despair which consumes your soul?
Love is so misused in today's society. I saw this commercial for a weight loss program and its constantly referred to love; it was in it over 14 times. Does a diet make you wanna die? No. It may be hard, but come on diets aren't the worse thing in the world. Love is. That's right; love can be the worse thing in the world. Love hurts; literally. Love can actually cause physical pain. You're probably thinking, no Rosey that's emotional pain. Well you're half right. A lack of love can cause the combination of physical and emotional pain. You now that ripping feeling in your chest can be defined as physical pain.
A lack of love can cause so many horrible things: depression, turning to homosexuality, dependence on love, murder, jealously, envy, anger, socialpathic behavior, and even suicide. According to http://escapefromdepression.com/depression-theinsight.html A failed love can induce depression. And depression is a leading cause of suicide. And suicide is the 3rd leading cause of teenage deaths in the U.S. today. Yes a lack of love is horrid. 10 out of 10 people have broken out of a relationship or have been broken out of a relationship.
Yes, a lack of love is horrible. I know first hand what a lack of love can do to someone. Let's take as look at the letter I once wrote:
"Love"... such a strong word. Yet it is only four letter. Yes L-O-V-E. Some people may have there own little secret meaning to the four letter. The "L" could stand for life; life is love, if you don't have love then you're really not living. The "O" could stand for obsession. As you give yourself to love, love takes away your heart, body and soul. The "V" could stand for vagary; your entire life will change. Finally, the "E" could stand for everything, once you've obtained this treasure of the soul, you'll have everything you could ever desire. Then there are people who spell it differently. The "L" can stand for lust. It tarnishes the pain and wraps your mind around a string. The "O" could stand for obliterate. Love as completely destroyed your heart leaving no traces of it behind as it shatters into a million pieces. "V" stands for vengeance, that is so rightly deserved upon the mortal whom as caused you so much pain. And the "E" could stand for everything. Everything has been taken away from you and nothing matters. So many people spell it so differently in this dictionary of life. Four little letters that mean so much.....
Between life and death is love. Love keeps us alive. Love is what drives us down the road of life. Oh God, love is the thing you want so desperately. Love is something we spend our entire lives searching for. Love, few find it; even fewer keep it. Love the loving light that passionately envelops our soul. Or it can be a cruel endless darkness which confides us to an eternity of wretched pain, consuming our entire entity until cry out for death. But that blessed savior never comes. It keeps us alive wondering what could have been, and our view of reality becomes distorted. White is black, love is heartbreak, and joy is rejection, and death is life. Joy is something you'll soon forget. You also forget all traces of happiness, as the cold dark emptiness engulfs your body, as you slip into the inner most reaches of insanity, for no one will be your friend. Only you and death; death is your only friend.
Then the world will turn its back on you; they despise you. You're nothing. Your weak, naked, and hungry. But no one will even lift a finger to help you. They laugh at your pain. While you hold you heart to try to stop it from breaking, but all they will do is rip it out, chew it up, spit it out, and shove it back down your throat. They toy and mock you for loving. They don't understand how it feels, and they don't care if they did. You are the only one in this world that feels this pain. Nothing matters anymore. Then you realize your lover is gone. Then the rejection, heartbreak, and agonizing depression is replaced; by malice, contempt, bitterness, and an incomprehensible hate for the world. Let the world feel the bitterness I have is all you'll think. Let them feel my hate, let them be engulfed in the darkness that sweetly took me in as a child you'll scream in pain. Death, blood, chaos shall be brought upon this world in a glorious fire of retribution shall be the thought that begins to take over your mind. Is this what humans call "revenge?? Well is it? Huh?! Tell me!! No answer?!
Typical, humans not knowing there own existence. You don't realize how fickle time is, do you? The grains of time go down the hour glass of life. And they are pull down by the gravity of fate. Thus never returning to the top. You don't understand my metaphor do you? Every second, every minute, every hour, every day, every year....no matter how precious, no matter how dear, no matter how trivial; it will never come back. Once the second is gone it's gone, and it's never coming back. Hold time dear, embrace it, embrace it like I've never been embraced! Hold your arms around it and never let go! You will die, all of you, no matter how important, no matter how cute, no matter how god damn trivial! You shall die and you know what? I don't care. We are all just pawns of a greater plan. Whether being religious or politics, it doesn't matter. You are just a tool by others. Nothing more; nothing less. They always say the morn will come and the darkness shall be gone. I laugh at their sentimentalism. Just as the morn will come and end the darkness, the darkness will come again and end the morn. You disgust me with your stupidity only rivaled by your inability to perceive the truth. You say such happy things like "if you have faith you shall be rewarded." Or "love will always last." Wrong! I bet someone on the plane that crashed until the twin towers had faith the one you call "God" would save them. Well guess what, that person is dead, buried underneath concrete and misguided faith. And you say love always lasts. Oh that's a laugh. The percent of divorce rates has jumped over 40% in the last 3 decades. The only things that are true are: death, taxes, and darkness. Darkness.....oh darkness, that cruel endless darkness which confides us to an eternity of wretched pain, consuming our entire entity until cry out for death.....holds me like she never could. Darkness is the only love I have; you are my hate. Darkness is what loves me; you despise me. Darkness is who I am; you are who I am not. Darkness rules me; you have no control over me! Darkness is the only sanity I have; you have driven me to the reaches of insanity. Darkness has opened my eyes; you had once blinded me with the blinding light of hope, love, and trust. Darkness has held out its hand, and helped me up from the pain; you caused the pain. Darkness won't leave me; you left. Darkness is by my side; you are never by the side. Darkness is my escape from the pain; you are the source of it. Darkness is my savior; you are my ruin. Darkness wants me to be one with it; that's the last thing you want. Darkness protects me from reality; you are my reality. Darkness only wants my love; why can't you want the same?! You don't know me....... but darkness knows me. Darkness is all I have; you are what made me yearn. Darkness is my life; you are my death! My ruin, my demise, my chaos, my agony, my despair, my fury, my rage............... my love, my heart, my soul, my everything......... why....why did you leave me......to want more........ You left......and that's all I know....and all I will ever need to know....now I walk the empty hallways. I hear nothing, not the bell, not the chatter, just the beating of my broken heart. But you don't care do you. Why should you? You never have before. I may not be a prophet. A poet. Hell, I'm an idiot. But there something I do know. Somewhere between life and death there is love......
bloodsoaked · Mon Jan 30, 2006 @ 04:37am · 1 Comments |
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