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HCS Early College High-School
2050 Highway 501 E
Conway, SC 29526
September 19, 2013
Editor in Chief
The Sun News
P.O. Box 406,
Myrtle Beach, SC 29578
Myrtle Beach, SC 29578
Dear Editor in Chief:
My name is Marqyse Evans. I am a sophomore at HCS Early
College High school in Conway, SC
I am writing to address how love is an addiction.
Have you ever been in love? What are the emotions you feel?
Do you get the sudden feeling of emptiness when they are gone, or the relief when
you get over them? Did you know these are the same feelings of an addiction?
Love, if used in the wrong way, can lead to many misfortunate and addictive
events. Some may contrast that all love is real, but what if the love is one
sided? What if a man is addicted to that impulsive feeling of having a female?
Love is an addicting process. Think of it as doing a drug. You crave it, and
want more of it when it leaves, so, as humans would you not crave and want more
of the love?
Thank you so much for your time. I appreciate your help and
hope to hear from you soon.
Sincerely,
Marqyse Evans
Marqyse Evans
English II- 4th
Ms. McKoy
September 4, 2013
This
kind of Love
As I sat at the
all too ordinary lunch table, my thoughts began to drift, the world closed out,
and the place my body began to accept as its own became an unrecognizable blur.
When I finally caught my wandering feelings I became conscious they were about
a female. This wasn't new, I occasionally caught myself day dreaming of
females, but that’s only of their physical appearance. This was Different. I
not only envisioned her shoulder length black hair, dark brown eyes, light
brown complexion (possibly mixed), but I noticed her rare ability to make me
smile, her skills in basketball, and her intelligence. I grasped my desire to
be with her, and threw it up for her to willing clasp in her hands; however,
what I didn't know was she would throw hers back. We began to talk and
eventually dated, but my family moved to South
Carolina and we had to break up. During this time
period, my emotions began to shift. I shut out my friends and molded myself in
an anti-social monster, but why was I having these feelings? What was the
inevitable force tanking at my heart? It was love. Or so I believed.
While we, as human
beings, focus on the emotional stand point of love, the scientific point of
view asks the question is love an addiction? Michael Reynaud wrote in this
excerpt on love and addiction “…Love addiction, but its phenomenology has the
same similarities to substance dependence.” (Reynaud 3). In this quote Reynaud
was saying that being “in love” also carries the same resemblance as being on
drugs. In this article he also conveys the point of, along with drug addiction,
being in love brings out an “unrestrained desire” (Reynaud 3) if you are in the
presence of said “love” one. So, were the emotions I were feeling real, or were
they just another mind trick?
I would like to
explore the topic is love an addiction because I want people to know that
perhaps the feelings they have can be altered by choosing a different thought
pattern. People say “You cant choose who you love,” but I say you can. Love is
just a though process and can lead to an addiction to the person you are in
“love” with.
My
Drug
Would you believe
me if I said I was sick?
The kind that
keeps your heart bent on an end.
The kind that
doesn’t blend, with the life of a kid.
I’m sick to the core, but just of love that is.
She
hurt me,
She told me she
cared.
That no matter
what she will always be there.
Tried
to hold me,
And push my life
ahead.
Now it’s dead,
wish someone would save me while my tears drown my bed.
But
now she’s gone,
like words I never could have said.
Kept to myself for
fear that I’d lose and get my mind off track.
I wanted her back.
But only for the
moment.
Her love had my
components stuck
I was fighting a
deadly opponent.
I
wanted the love,
But
it wasn’t there anymore.
I
couldn’t sleep, couldn’t eat, my heart was ripped from chest at tossed at my
feet.
..She’s gone
she took it all with her.
Like
dang ma, I should have just gone with
your sister.
You
had me feeling so lifted
You
were gifted
Every
time I stop and think about your love I feel
conflicted.
It’s undeniable…
Your
love kept me at ease..
This
right here is a sick disease.
You
were my drug
I
wanted you daily.
In
my veins, in my brain,
IM GOING INSANE.
So
am I sick? Am I twisted?
Am
I distant from the world, am I different.
Do
you believe in love?
I
wish it never existed
Because
thanks to that demon..
I’m addicted..
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