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Thursday, August 16, 2007 - 17:26
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...Returning to His Wife
I give you back your heart.
I give you permission-
She is so naked and singular
She is the sum of yourself and your dream.
Climb her like a monument, step after step.
She is solid.
As for me, I am a watercolor.
I wash off.
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| | | | from Kelly
Friday, August 03, 2007 - 18:47
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And so, when I cast my mind back....different kinds of memories offer themselves to me.
But there is one memory of that...time that visits me most often; and what fascinates me about that that memory is that it owes nothing to fact. In that memory atmosphere is more real than incident and everything is simultaneously actual and illusory. In that memory, too, the air is nostalgic with the music... It drifts in from somewhere far away—a mirage of sound—a dream music that is both heard and imagined; that seems to be both itself and its own echo; a sound so alluring and so mesmeric that the afternoon is bewitched, maybe haunted, by it. And what is so strange about that memory is that everybody seems to be floating on those sweet sounds, moving rhythmically, languorously, in complete isolation; responding more to the mood of the music that to its beat. When I remember it, I think of it as dancing. Dancing with eyes half closed because to open them would break the spell. Dancing as if language had surrendered to movement—as if this ritual, this wordless ceremony, was now the way to speak, to whisper private and sacred things, to be in touch with some otherness. Dancing as if the vary heart of life and all its hopes might be found in those assuaging notes and those hushed rhythms and in those silent and hypnotic movements. Dancing as if language no longer existed because words were no longer necessary........
-- Dancing at Lughnasa by Brian Friel
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| from Kelly
Friday, August 03, 2007 - 18:47
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And so, when I cast my mind back....different kinds of memories offer themselves to me.
But there is one memory of that...time that visits me most often; and what fascinates me about that that memory is that it owes nothing to fact. In that memory atmosphere is more real than incident and everything is simultaneously actual and illusory. In that memory, too, the air is nostalgic with the music... It drifts in from somewhere far away—a mirage of sound—a dream music that is both heard and imagined; that seems to be both itself and its own echo; a sound so alluring and so mesmeric that the afternoon is bewitched, maybe haunted, by it. And what is so strange about that memory is that everybody seems to be floating on those sweet sounds, moving rhythmically, languorously, in complete isolation; responding more to the mood of the music that to its beat. When I remember it, I think of it as dancing. Dancing with eyes half closed because to open them would break the spell. Dancing as if language had surrendered to movement—as if this ritual, this wordless ceremony, was now the way to speak, to whisper private and sacred things, to be in touch with some otherness. Dancing as if the vary heart of life and all its hopes might be found in those assuaging notes and those hushed rhythms and in those silent and hypnotic movements. Dancing as if language no longer existed because words were no longer necessary........
-- Dancing at Lughnasa by Brian Friel
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| from Kelly
Friday, August 03, 2007 - 18:46
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And so, when I cast my mind back....different kinds of memories offer themselves to me.
But there is one memory of that...time that visits me most often; and what fascinates me about that that memory is that it owes nothing to fact. In that memory atmosphere is more real than incident and everything is simultaneously actual and illusory. In that memory, too, the air is nostalgic with the music... It drifts in from somewhere far away—a mirage of sound—a dream music that is both heard and imagined; that seems to be both itself and its own echo; a sound so alluring and so mesmeric that the afternoon is bewitched, maybe haunted, by it. And what is so strange about that memory is that everybody seems to be floating on those sweet sounds, moving rhythmically, languorously, in complete isolation; responding more to the mood of the music that to its beat. When I remember it, I think of it as dancing. Dancing with eyes half closed because to open them would break the spell. Dancing as if language had surrendered to movement—as if this ritual, this wordless ceremony, was now the way to speak, to whisper private and sacred things, to be in touch with some otherness. Dancing as if the vary heart of life and all its hopes might be found in those assuaging notes and those hushed rhythms and in those silent and hypnotic movements. Dancing as if language no longer existed because words were no longer necessary........
-- Dancing at Lughnasa by Brian Friel
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| from madly
Saturday, July 21, 2007 - 04:55
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It’s been interesting, but gotta run. Stay beautiful. Here is something to remember me by or better yet, forget me by: ;)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U1xyOaRXS7s
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| from feelin good-Nina Simone
Wednesday, July 18, 2007 - 05:25
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HZGq8JO1fY8
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| from kelly
Tuesday, July 17, 2007 - 14:19
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Boxed (Poem)
These subtle expressions we share are open for interpretation
Some which are not in my favor.
I want you.
How is that for direct?
I want to run my fingers up your legs.
I want to spread your toes and watch your eyes close.
I want to taste you, salty and sweet.
I want to feel your stomach with my cheek
And hold your knees from shaking.
I wonder if this is all in my head.
Is it possible to get this far without reciprocation?
I felt you pressing against me, coping a feel.
I caught you slipping a touch in handing me keys
And your eyes watching me, have seared me
Like a hot shower.
We are stuck, both of us, mudded down
And unable to step into this. To much to lose
And its not that I am afraid of the risk,
I’ve bet before. Large amounts of cash
On shady, decrepit horses.
You are no race and I am no expert
Predicting our odds.
Its simple what I want. From the beginning of time
Animals and humans alike have slid
Effortlessly into this idea I have for us.
The saddest word in the dictionary
Is blinding me and making me run in circles.
What If
You do not want this, me, us.
What If
I exist on a separate plane
And you are no where near my orbit.
--author unknown
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|  From madly
Tuesday, July 17, 2007, 21:40
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Mmmmmm… Yummy!
“I want to run my fingers up your legs.
I want to spread your toes and watch your eyes close.
I want to taste you, salty and sweet.
I want to feel your stomach with my cheek
And hold your knees from shaking.”
I can think of just who I want to do this to. *Sigh* Life can be pure torture when you are trying to be a good girl. Damn it!(reply to this comment) |
| | from Kelly
Tuesday, July 03, 2007 - 12:43
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I heard this today-- it pretty much sums it up….ya its my third post ...i heard it randomly...some crapy tv movie...
I could kill myself
But, I’d probably go to hell
And that would just be redundant!
:-P
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| From Kelly
Tuesday, July 03, 2007, 13:11
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For a Blue Eyed Boy:
Early Sunrise
Threw to sky’s disguise
Morning birds chirp—goodbyes
I knew your blue eyes.
--the truth is that if you never loved me
then I have sinned
and if you have, oh I have sinned
to lose you, oh I keep you forever
I cannot bear what I don’t know
I cannot bear to know that I don’t know
I cannot not dream of flying
I can not not fly
I have tried
I cannot bear it
O forgive me
my love I hold you forever
I feel you, your hand on my belly
your neck on my shoulder
holding me
always
I need you to live
forgive me
I need you, your eyes
they carry me
in them I Love- who I am
forgive me for you are my flame
I cannot bear the darkness.
I cannot bear what I don’t know-- (reply to this comment) |
| | from Kelly
Monday, July 02, 2007 - 22:54
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Your Eyes
As We Said Our Goodbyes
Can't Get Them Out Of My Mind
And I Find I Can't Hide (From)
Your Eyes
The Ones That Took Me By Surprise
The Night You Came Into My Life
Where There's Moonlight
I See Your Eyes
How'd I Let You Slip Away
When I'm Longing So To Hold You
Now I'd Die For One More Day
'Cause There's Something I Should
Have Told You
Yes There's Something I Should Have
Told You
When I Looked Into Your Eyes
Why Does Distance Make Us Wise?
You Were The Song All Along
And Before The Song Dies
I Should Tell You I Should Tell You
I Have Always Loved You
You Can See It In My Eyes
( Lyrics From Rent: Your Eyes)
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| | | | | | | | | | From Kelly
Monday, July 02, 2007, 23:27
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People around
Me are at it again
God only knows how they do it
One to another then back again
Something keeps putting them through it
Me Ive been watching more than fifteen years
And it hasnt changed a bit
People keep talking bout a different line
But it never seems to fit
This is a song for you
Far away far away
This is a song for you
Far away from me
This is a song for you
Far away far away
This is a song for you
Far away from me
Sitting here all alone
Is bringing it on again Im gone again
Sitting here thinking of you
Is driving it home again
This is a song for you far away so far away
This is a song for you far away from me
Open the door it takes me back
Oh it takes me back
Mention your name and Im gone again
Oh Im gone again
This is a song for you far away from me
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| | from rainy
Friday, June 29, 2007 - 18:32
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Should you expect to see something that you hadn't seen
In somebody you'd known since you were sixteen;
if love is a bolt from the blue, then what is that bolt but a glorified screw?
and that doesn't hold nothing together
Far from these nonsense bars and their nowhere music it's making me sick
And I know it's making you sick
There's nothing there, it's like eating air
It's like drinking gin with nothing else in
That doesn't hold me together.
But for one crowded hour, you were the only one in the room
And I sailed around all those bumps in the night to your beacon in the gloom
I thought I had found my golden September in the middle of that purple June
But one crowded hour would lead to my wreck and ruin
Now I know you like your boys to take their medicine
From the bowl with a silver spoon
Run away with the dish and scale the fish by the silvery light of the moon
Who were taught from the womb to believe to the tomb
In as far as their bleeding eyes see
Is a pleasure pen, meant for them, builed and rent for them
Not for the likes of me
Not for the like of you and me
And for one crowded hour, you were the only one in the room
And I sailed around all those bumps in the night to your beacon in the gloom
I thought I had found my golden September in the middle of that purple June
But one crowded hour would lead to my wreck and ruin
Oh but the green-eyed harpy of the salt land
She takes into hers my hand
She says, "Boy I know you're lying
Oh but then, so am I,"
And to this I said "Oh well."
Well put me in a cage full of lions, I learned to speak lion
In fact I know the language well
I picked it up while I was versing myself in the languages they speak in hell
That night that silence gave birth to a baby
They took it away to her silent dismay
And they raised it to be lady
Now she can't keep her mouth shut
And for one crowded hour, you were the only one in the room
But I sailed around all those bumps in the night to your beacon in the gloom
I thought I had found my golden September in the middle of that purple June
But one crowded hour would lead to my wreck and ruin
One crowded hour, you were the only one in the room
Well I played a few songs for those bumps in the night
In fact I played this very tune
You said, "What is this six-stringed instrument but an adolescent loom?"
And one crowded hour would lead to my wreck and ruin.
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| | | | | | | | | | from madly
Thursday, June 28, 2007 - 12:33
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“Nobody gets too much heaven no more
It's much harder to come by
I'm waiting in line
Nobody gets too much love anymore
It's as high as a mountain
And harder to climb”
For you, Kelly, I hope it is real.
This song is probably one of the corniest love songs out there and yet when I hear it, a part of me wonders if I will ever experience a high in a way they express.
What would it feel like? Could it last for more than a moment? Would it be worth it? Am I capable of feeling “love”? What is love and does it exist?
I am not expecting an answer; just thinking out loud. I know the answers I am looking for only I can give or better yet, discover as I experience them.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WNN_mAtMhyw
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| | | | From madly
Thursday, July 19, 2007, 00:14
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This is dedicated to you, Kelly and to your love. The one you long for; the one you wait for. May your longing and wanting bring you what it is that you desire or maybe, rather, the realization that waiting for someone, who isn’t waiting for you, is like giving them a part of your life that they have already refused to be a part of.
I never felt nothing in the world like this before
Now I'm missing you
& I'm wishing that you would come back through my door
Why did you have to go? You could have let me know
So now I'm all alone,
Girl you could have stayed
but you wouldn't give me a chance
With you not around it's a little bit more then i can stand
And all my tears they keep running down my face
Why did you turn away?
So why does your pride make you run and hide?
Are you that afraid of me?
But I know it's a lie what you keep inside
This is not how you wanted to be
So baby I will wait for you
Cause I don''t know what else i can do
Don't tell me I ran out of time
If it takes the rest of my life
Baby I will wait for you
If you think I'm fine it just ain't true
I really need you in my life
No matter what i have to do I'll wait for you
It's been a long time since you called me
(How could you forget about me)
You got me feeling crazy (crazy)
How can you walk away,
Everything stays the same
I just can't do it baby
What will it take to make you come back
Girl I told you what it is & it just ain't like that
Why can't you look at me, your still in love with me
Don't leave me crying.
Baby why can't we just start over again
Get it back to the way it was
If you give me a chance I can love you right
But your telling me it wont be enough
So baby I will wait for you
Cause I don''t know what else i can do
Don't tell me I ran out of time
If it takes the rest of my life
Baby I will wait for you
If you think I'm fine it just ain't true
I really need you in my life
No matter what i have to do I'll wait for you
So why does you pride make you run & hide
Are you that afraid of me?
But I know it's a lie what your keeping inside
Thats not how you wanted to be
Baby I will wait for you
Baby I will wait for you
If it's the last thing i do
Baby I will wait for you
Cause I don''t know what else i can do
Don't tell me I ran out of time
If it takes the rest of my life
Baby I will wait for you
If you think I'm fine it just ain't true
I really need you in my life
No matter what i have to do I'll wait for you
I'll Be Waiting
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MEskpfHOTAk(reply to this comment) |
| | From fragiletiger
Thursday, July 19, 2007, 01:03
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This one is for you Madly, may you never run out of sappy cliches to litter the board with...
I'll be your dream
I'll be your wish
I'll be your fantasy
I'll be your hope
I'll be your love
Be everything that you need
I'll love you more with every breath
Truly, madly, deeply do
I will be strong I will be faithful
'cause I'm counting on
A new beginning
A reason for living
A deeper meaning, yeah
Chorus:
I wanna stand with you on a mountain
I wanna bathe with you in the sea
I wanna lay like this forever
Until the sky falls down on me
And when the stars are shining
Brightly in the velvet sky,
I'll make a wish, send it to heaven
Then make you want to cry
The tears of joy for all the
Pleasure in the certainty
That we're surrounded by the
Comfort and protection of
The highest power
In lonely hours
The tears devour you
Chorus:
I wanna stand with you on a mountain
I wanna bathe with you in the sea
I wanna lay like this forever
Until the sky falls down on me
Oh can’t ya see it baby
You don’t have to close your eyes
‘cause it's standing right before you
All that you need will surely come
I'll be your dream
I'll be your wish
I'll be your fantasy
I'll be your hope
I'll be your love
Be everything that you need
I'll love you more with every breath
Truly, madly, deeply do
Chorus:
I wanna stand with you on a mountain
I wanna bathe with you in the sea
I wanna lay like this forever
Until the sky falls down on me
I wanna stand with you on a mountain
I wanna bathe with you in the sea, yeah
I want to lay like this forever
Until the sky falls down on me
[Chorus Until Fade]
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| | | | | | | | From madly
Thursday, July 19, 2007, 12:45
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A song for you, fragiletiger. May your bottom always be as bouncy as your top is rubbery. ;)
A wonderful thing is a Tigger;
A Tigger's a wonderful thing.
Their tops are made out of rubber,
their bottoms are made out of spring
They're bouncy, bouncy, bouncy, bouncy,
fun, fun, fun, fun, fun,
The most wonderful thing
about Tigger is:
I'm the only one!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XFDKR3beR8M(reply to this comment) |
| | | | | | | | | | | | | | From madly
Thursday, June 28, 2007, 12:59
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Here is the one my boyfriend actually dedicated to me.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1Xf_nIJBI5c&mode=related&search=
Same thing with this song, he says this is exactly how he feels for me and unfortunately, I so sadly don’t return the feelings. I want to, or least I think I do. He is such a sap and I am almost jealous in a way, or at least I think I am.
I can’t even relate to this song… other than the part where it says “they all should let us be”, more like “let me be”, but whatever.
heh… I am in a mood today. I know you all won’t mind me, since I am mad and all.(reply to this comment) |
| | From madly
Wednesday, July 04, 2007, 13:20
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I have never found words that come as close to expressing how I feel as these ones do… I don’t even know where to begin with trying to explain it. I want to be like the water. I want to find something that is so close, yet unreachable for now. I feel this song was written about me.
“Over the sea and far away
She's waiting like an iceberg
Waiting to change
But she's cold inside
She wants to be like the water
All the muscles tighten in her face
Buries her soul in one embrace
They're one and the same
Just like water
The fire fades away
Most of everyday
Is full of tired excuses
But it's to hard to say
I wish it were simple
But we give up easily
You're close enough to see that
You're the other side of the world to me
On comes the panic light
Holding on with fingers and feelings alike
But the time has come
To move along
The fire fades away
Can you help me
Can you let me go
And can you still love me
When you can't see me anymore
The fire fades away”
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FTiLET_dAro
Don’t mind me… this is a little conversation I am having with myself that I am putting here to maybe help me to better understand myself one day when I look back on it.
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| | From madly
Sunday, July 15, 2007, 00:17
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The smell of your skin lingers on me now
You're probably on your flight back to your home town
I need some shelter of my own protection baby
To be with myself and center, clarity
Peace, Serenity
I hope you know, I hope you know
That this has nothing to do with you
It's personal, myself and I
We've got some straightenin' out to do
And I'm gonna miss you like a child misses their blanket
But I've got to get a move on with my life
It's time to be a big girl now
And big girls don't cry
Don't cry
Don't cry
Don't cry
The path that I'm walking
I must go alone
I must take the baby steps 'til I'm full grown, full grown
Fairytales don't always have a happy ending, do they?
And I foresee the dark ahead if I stay
I hope you know, I hope you know
That this has nothing to do with you
It's personal, myself and I
We've got some straightenin' out to do
And I'm gonna miss you like a child misses their blanket
But I've got to get a move on with my life
It's time to be a big girl now
And big girls don't cry
Don't cry
Don't cry
Don't cry
Like the little school mate in the school yard
We'll play jacks and uno cards
I'll be your best friend and you'll be mine Valentine
Yes you can hold my hand if you want to
'Cause I want to hold yours too
We'll be playmates and lovers and share our secret worlds
But it's time for me to go home
It's getting late, dark outside
I need to be with myself and center, clarity
Peace, Serenity
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pZnWxzFMCHg&mode=related&search=(reply to this comment) |
| | | | | | | | From JohnnieWalker
Wednesday, July 18, 2007, 14:50
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Here is a (very rough) translation for you:
When you come home,
then I still lie awake.
Diagonally across,
just under the roof.
When you walk by,
then I stay silent,
and you don't turn around.
When you are distressed,
then I feel unwell.
And when you are in love,
then even more so.
Your new boyfriend
I'm so sick of him,
the student teacher type.
If you only knew,
what you are for me,
and how it eats at me,
and how it tortures me.
If you only knew,
how much I miss you,
how much I'd like to kiss you,
and how much I miss it.
But I want to avoid using big words,
I'm much too modest for that,
All I have left is telepathy,
but that never works with you.
Lovesongs of yesterday,
are cold coffee.
Just like the photos
of camping at the Starnberger lake.
Even if it seems everything's ok,
they still always hurt. (reply to this comment) |
| | From madly
Thursday, July 19, 2007, 00:24
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Still a little bit of your ghost your witness
Still a little BIT of your face I haven't kissed
You step a little closer EACH DAY
Still I can't See what's going on
Stones taught me to fly
Love taught me to lie
Life taught me to die
So it's not hard to fall
When you float like a cannonball
Still a little bit of your song in my ear
Still a little bit of your words I long to hear
You step a little closer TO ME
So close that I can't see what's going on
Stones taught me to fly
Love taught me to lie
Life taught me to die
So it's not hard to fall
When you float like a cannon
Stones taught me to fly
Love taught me to cry
So come on courage!
Teach me to be shy
'Cause it's not hard to fall
And I don't WANNA scare her
It's not hard to fall
And I don't wanna lose
It's not hard to grow
When you know that you just don't know
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JxAI6Yd6diI&mode=related&search=(reply to this comment) |
| | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | From madly
Thursday, July 05, 2007, 14:06
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I am not quite catching your meaning, Kelly. I think we were getting completely different things from this song and rightly so. It really had more to do with my feelings for myself and my search for some answers that I am presently looking for, more than it did with my feelings for someone else.
I guess that is the lovely thing about music, poetry, etc... We put our emotions, feelings and present thoughts into it and that is inevitably what we get out of it. That is why it can feel so personal, as if it were written to or about us, because we read into it as if it were so. When you are going through something, a prevalent thought or feeling, everything you see, hear or come across will be in a way tainted with these emotional glasses you are subconsciously wearing and viewing everything through.
We see the world and everything in it as it pertains to us and our feelings at the moment. If you are in love all love songs were written for you, if you are heartbroken then the very same songs were all written to spite and tease you in your state of agony. We put the meaning into everything and we create how we choose to view things. Tell two people the exact same thing in the exact same way and they may both leave with two very different impressions of the conversation, because of their state of mind and how much feeling they added to your words. We are the center of our own universe and the world and everything in it can seem to revolve around us. I guess at some point we realize it doesn't and the world gets a whole lot bigger and that is when life starts to get interesting.
Love, you say?... that is a different planet to me.
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| | From hmmmm
Thursday, July 05, 2007, 13:36
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Hmmm...I got the opposite meaning. Seamed to me that love wasn't enough in that tune. They appeared to still love each other vehemently but unable to be together because of unspoken differences which is why the 'lovers' were both sleeping with others while thinking constantly of the 'one they loved'.
On comes the panic light
Holding on with fingers and feelings alike
But the time has come
To move along
...sounds like heartbreak, and resignation, but there is still love, only they don't have the constitution for each other anymore? Maybe I saw it differently or wrong, I don't know.(reply to this comment) |
| | | | | | | | | | | From conan...previously 'hmmm'
Thursday, July 05, 2007, 14:54
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Enough for what? Happiness? Bliss? Contentment? I'm not sure there is an answer to your inquiry either way, as 'love' (whatever that means) is unique to the lovers and can change on a whim, no? Why would you want to love somethone that didn't love you back? Isn't that just jealousy that hasn't blossomed yet? And if it is, what's the crux of jealousy? 'An intolerance of unfaithfulness or rivalry' is one of the definitions of 'jealousy' and the one that I find most relevant. What's the point of that?
If you want someone, and they don't want you, wouldn't you want to find someone who felt for you what you feel for them? If there is a rival, clearly the object of affection isn't worth your efforts, I feel. Personally, I am confident enough in myself that I wouldn't feel the need to be intimidated by a rival, and don't see 'unfaithfulness' as a reason to be angered. There has to be mitigating factors which hinder or obstruct a mutually reciprocal relationship, and if there is 'cause' for jealousy, then clearly there isn't much point left to the relationship. If you choose to be with someone, then you are with someone and should enjoy that fact. If you're worried or suspicious of what they do when you're not around or around certain individuals, then they aren't worthy of your trust, or vice versa.
And to love without reciprocation...with the intensity with which you write, is there a stalker taking over your mind? I don't mean that in a disparaging way, only in the sense that it seems a little extreme and possibly even unnecessary. (reply to this comment) |
| | | | | From madly
Wednesday, July 18, 2007, 01:54
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“Love showed himself as happy, since he came
to give you what your heart desired,
joining two hearts together; and he wept
as he went away, out of pity for her,
knowing the pain of love
he had brought about in her.
Now I have lost all the elation
that love's treasure brought me,
so that I am left poverty-stricken,
even to the point of being afraid
to write. Hence, choosing to act like those
who for shame conceal their lack
of something, I outwardly show joy
but in my heart I pine and weep.”
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| | From Continuing the theme:
Wednesday, July 18, 2007, 02:18
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Love is a secret feeding fire that gives all creatures being,
Life to the dead, speech to the dumb, and to the blind man seeing.
And yet in me he contradicts all these his sacred graces:
Sears up my lips, my eyes, my life, and from me ever flying
Leads me in paths untracked, ungone, and many uncouth places,
Where in despair I beauty curse. Curse love and all fair faces!
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| | | | | | | | | | | From vix
Wednesday, July 18, 2007, 02:58
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I find little use in understanding it. Here's another that I like:
I call you on
the 'phone &
we chat, but
the way tele
is missing from
'phone is the
way it makes me
feel, wishing
the rest of
you were here.
In literature and song
love is often expressed
in the imagery of
weather. For example,
"Now that we are one
Clouds won't hide our sun.
There'll be blue skies...
etc." Partly cloudy
and cool today, high
around fifty, mostly
cloudy tonight and tomorrow.
4:50 and dark
already? Everyone
wants to be
beautiful but
few are. 4:51
and darker.
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| | | | | | | | From vix
Wednesday, July 18, 2007, 03:41
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How about this one:
We've made a great mess of love
Since we made an ideal of it.
The moment I swear to love a woman, a certain
woman, all my life
That moment I begin to hate her.
The moment I even say to a woman: I love you -
My love dies down considerably.
The moment love is an understood thing between
us, we are sure of it,
It's a cold egg, it isn't love anymore.
Love is like a flower, it must flower and fade;
If it doesn't fade, it is not a flower,
It's either an artificial rag blossom, or an
immortelle, for the cemetery.
The moment the mind interferes with love, or the
will fixes on it,
Or the personality assumes it as an attribute, or
the ego takes possession of it,
It is not love any more, it's just a mess.
And we've made a great mess of love, mind-
perverted, will-perverted, ego-perverted love.
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| | | | | | | | | | | From Jealousy
Sunday, July 15, 2007, 05:28
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I'm horridly attracted to a woman who currently has a boyfriend. Yeah, they were breaking up and I was her rebound crush, then some time later they got back together again leaving me in limbo. Apparantly he put in a few tatts and came back on his knees. Stupid girl that one.
Yes, love without reciprocation sucks. Yes, it's a waste of time. A most illogical path to follow. The things I think of, the counterfactual scenarios I imagine in a state of chemically induced meditation, yes, I've wondered if there was a stalker in my mind murdering the reason that previously reigned. I am generally a confident person. When enjoying a state of romantic oblivion, I'm not easily bothered by prospective rivals or threats. I'm a wonderful guy. I'm a beautiful guy. I'm an A class lover. But now, I'm sitting alone, and I know she's with another guy. An ugly stupid insensitive fellow at that. And yes, I'm jealous. The burning hatred tramples my emotions only to give way to suffocating emptiness and loneliness. An intense raging blaze of lust, hunger, anger... It fucks with my mind and changes who I am. It steals my confidence. It rapidly makes me a far less desirable object of affection. But what can one do? To deny such detrimental emotions is no different from denying positive ones. To deny anger, murderous hatred, vexation, frusteration, jealousy, one must also deny adoration, love, pride, peace, contentment. I can only love as passionately as I hate. That is who I am. There is no necessity. No rhyme nor reason. Only an uncontrollable beast threatening to destroy my life in more ways than one. And I am it's slave.(reply to this comment) |
| | | | | From Kelly
Friday, July 06, 2007, 18:08
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Well, something certainly has overtaken my mind—I think?
What is a question? Why Question? How? What are words? What are symbols?
If I ask the right questions will I get the right answers?
How can I find the right words to ask the right questions? What is real? What do imagine? Does my imagination limit me because I imagine or because I don’t imagine enough? Can one wonder too much? What is a soul? What is a sprit? What is love? What is an illusion? Why am I compelled to wonder? Know? What do I know? What do I not know? Why do I want to know—do I? How? Am I capable of knowing at all? What is ironic? What is life? What is the past? What is the future? What is the end? What is forever? What is time? I am in the process of writing questions down…..for what?
Ok, this is a really bad example but WTF?......
So,….I spent most of last night writing down as many question as I could (breaking them down to even smaller/basic questions) in attempt to get to the core of who I am….. and now….the file has been corrupted (I think,) because half of text appears as weird Chinese like charecters and numbers and boxes fucking creep symbols--shit that makes no sence to me. Where did all my questions go? Why this now? After all the time and effort i spent--why? How?… 12 hours later,…”text support” keeps giving me numbers that lead to more numbers…..a vicious cycle for what? Will my file ever recover? WTF?? My hope keeps building only to be crushed over, over and over again. I keep thinking I will get the right answers if I ask the right questions….but, I don’t know computer Jargon… (I am ignorant!)…I had “text support” take control of my computer and try to fix it because they are the experts right? …I keep waiting…So far... nothing….I want to smash my computer to bits.....why don't I?
Am I crazy to wonder at all? -For what?? I am wrong! I thought I could figure it out…I can’t! I thought the experts could fix it –they can’t! Why can’t they? Why can’t I? Is wondering really just pretentious if we never can understand? Is life just one big joke? Should i start over again--write down all those stupid questions? I am really sick and tired of laughing at the irony of it all....but, it helps me bare the burden... I guess--I wonder why?...Damn it!!!!!!
Is ignorance bliss? I am ignorant and right now i am fucking fed up! Should someone lock me up in a nut house because I cant stop asking questions?--yes, like a litttle fucking kid...."why?...why?...why?"..."Why not???" AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!
Stupid, Stupid, Stupid me!
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| | | | | | | | | | | | | | From I hate my parents!
Friday, July 13, 2007, 17:44
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…I even played dead in the womb so that I wouldn’t have to be born and they all bought it including the doctors but, as luck would have it, right before the doc was going to remove “dead” me , my mother insisted that they check again and WTF?....they heard a faint heart beat so they insisted I stay…
So then, I figured an exit early might do the trick (being that I knew they didn’t have incubators and all) but….No, here I am! So ya, I feel soooo LUCKY!- ex fetus laughing bitterly.(reply to this comment) |
| | | | | | | | from Beautiful
Friday, March 23, 2007 - 20:22
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If this is madness, pass me a glass.
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| from ......William Shakespeare
Thursday, March 22, 2007 - 18:03
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Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
Oh, no! it is an ever-fixéd mark,
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come'
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
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| From tuneman7
Thursday, March 22, 2007, 18:36
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Very positive!
One of my favorites.
People have to love themselves 1st.
Well, in lieu of that there's always eros:
To His Coy Mistress
HAD we but world enough, and time,
This coyness, Lady, were no crime
We would sit down and think which way
To walk and pass our long love's day.
Thou by the Indian Ganges' side 5
Shouldst rubies find: I by the tide
Of Humber would complain. I would
Love you ten years before the Flood,
And you should, if you please, refuse
Till the conversion of the Jews. 10
My vegetable love should grow
Vaster than empires, and more slow;
An hundred years should go to praise
Thine eyes and on thy forehead gaze;
Two hundred to adore each breast, 15
But thirty thousand to the rest;
An age at least to every part,
And the last age should show your heart.
For, Lady, you deserve this state,
Nor would I love at lower rate. 20
But at my back I always hear
Time's wingèd chariot hurrying near;
And yonder all before us lie
Deserts of vast eternity.
Thy beauty shall no more be found, 25
Nor, in thy marble vault, shall sound
My echoing song: then worms shall try
That long preserved virginity,
And your quaint honour turn to dust,
And into ashes all my lust: 30
The grave 's a fine and private place,
But none, I think, do there embrace.
Now therefore, while the youthful hue
Sits on thy skin like morning dew,
And while thy willing soul transpires 35
At every pore with instant fires,
Now let us sport us while we may,
And now, like amorous birds of prey,
Rather at once our time devour
Than languish in his slow-chapt power. 40
Let us roll all our strength and all
Our sweetness up into one ball,
And tear our pleasures with rough strife
Thorough the iron gates of life:
Thus, though we cannot make our sun 45
Stand still, yet we will make him run.
Andrew Marvel ... that cat was definitely a relaxationary.
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| | from Oddman
Tuesday, March 20, 2007 - 22:16
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An unostentatious yet audacious emotional walk. Very touching and moving, yet unlike deeply, I didn't feel I took the ride with you. I rather saw it from a slight distance, and maybe slightly envied it. I fully admire the ability to put emotion to ink, without shying away from, or losing the élan vital of the message. The abrupt down to earth step in post scriptum was also, fully appreciated. :)
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| from deeply
Tuesday, March 20, 2007 - 13:27
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Kelly, I loved it! I felt as though you took me for a ride through your most private emotions and I felt touched as to what I saw in you. There are few people that can lend their feelings to their writing in a way that can bring you along for the journey.
I see in you a side that I would like to develop within myself. I have a passion for life, yet sometimes lack passion and understanding for love that could be shared between two people. Through your words, I felt that passion I am lacking; I found it there in me… longing to be given and shared.
I hope you continue to write and share your thoughts. I know it takes a lot of courage to post, but please know that it is appreciated.
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| from for you, kelly, because I understand.
Tuesday, March 20, 2007 - 03:55
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SOMEWHERE I HAVE NEVER TRAVELLED
somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond
any experience, your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near
your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully, mysteriously) her first rose
or if your wish be to close me, i and
my life will shut very beautifully, suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;
nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility: whose texture
compels me with the colour of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing
(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens; only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands
E. E. Cummings
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| | | | | | | | | | From When reason fails:
Wednesday, June 06, 2007, 15:35
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I wanted to write a masterpiece
About you [and me].
A mona lisa of the written word.
But instead I got drunk
And watched infomercials about diamondesque jewellry.
Sometimes I want to call you
to say,
Let's pretend.
Let's hide in the silence of unshed tears
And build barriers against our imminent destruction.
Let's pretend to be in love.
I don't care about who will replace me
Or who came before me.
Just touch my skin to help me breathe
And say my name to give me life
Because wine and cigarettes are proving to be
A rather unhealthy substitute.
Maybe you'll notice the weight I've lost [for you?]
And you'll dream of me in those short white skirts.
The ones you always loved so much.
Maybe.
I want to fall asleep nestled in your arms
Until I wake up with my back to you
And realise
I don't belong there anymore.
I just need
One more night
And then I'll be able to say
[I don't love you]
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| | | | | | | | From --Yahweh's Blessings ;-)
Saturday, June 09, 2007, 14:15
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The Root:
"Just touch my skin to help me breathe
And say my name to give me life
Because wine and cigarettes are proving to be
A rather unhealthy substitute."
These things ought to be told
Because, they cannot be…
Oh, Breath of Life
Touching of my skin you be
These things felt me.
Pretending….
To Hear
Soft Music
upstairs:
“Alternative”
They call it…
Quite suiting...
How you’ve become...
That to me
-Kisses
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