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Posted by Susan47 on September 17, 2006, at 21:36:11
You,
yesYou.
What the f*cking hell do you think you're doing?
Don't you get it?
Your animosity burns.
D'you know why?
Because you have sides you don't see in yourself.
There are things in you ...
You don't know about, yet.
But I do.
I feel them.
I feel them. You laugh,
and perhaps your laugh is real.
Perhaps.
I can feel your love.
Can you feel mine?There're other things I can feel, as well.
Reflections of you, that you cannot bear, because they're me.
They're me and you don't want that.
You can't stand what you think you see.
But what you Think you See, my dear, is simply .. yourself.
And you get so Angry.
Would you admit it?
Would you ever see your anger ... if it weren't such a huge part of you, still .. sometimes, Laur, you're the fool. And I don't know why there's at least three of you, but there is.
To me.And that, my dear, is me.
Posted by Joan797 on September 20, 2006, at 6:49:12
In reply to Laur, posted by Susan47 on September 17, 2006, at 21:36:11
Wow!
Posted by Joan797 on September 20, 2006, at 7:04:12
In reply to Laur, posted by Susan47 on September 17, 2006, at 21:36:11
The figments of our dreams and desires are our own makings, and yet disappoint us greatly when they don't always continue to cruise under our direction and guidance.
There is a song by someone great, wish I could remember. The title is "I Can't Make You Love Me" I think it's by Bonnie Raitt, beautiful melody. Beautiful words, true so f*cking true.
Funny how people can say anything they want, deny anything they want, but their true feelings and emotions are often found in their eyes, their expressions, and most of all in the things they DON'T say.
You know this person so well. So intimately well, and yet he doesn't know it or realize it or want to admit it.
Being able to read someone's soul is a beautiful acomplishment. One that doesn't always get reciprocated. In fact rarely ever does. Why is that, do you think? Are we domed to wander this earth searching for the perfect match to our hopes and desires only to be disappointed time and time again by someone who either doesn't fit the bill or refuses to try in on for size?
Does that ever really happen? Do people ever really find their true soul mate? Does love, true madly passionate love ever just occur spontaneously like in the movies? Or are we just stupidly lulled into that romantic notion by drooling over what SEEMS to be happening with others?
Posted by Joan797 on September 27, 2006, at 9:19:27
In reply to Re: Laur, posted by Joan797 on September 20, 2006, at 7:04:12
No response the above???
My feelings are a tad hurt..........
Posted by susan47 on September 27, 2006, at 21:03:33
In reply to Re: Laur, posted by Joan797 on September 20, 2006, at 7:04:12
I am off my marihuana .. the drug that made life exemplary ... but here in my mind, I can still conjure things .. and I can't write what I truly wish anymore, because too many people now know I came here .. but suffice it to say that in my heart there's still, always may be, one person who can lift me to mountaintops .. I'm not allowed to see him, anymore .. Him .. oh, yes .. Him with a Capital, darling ... oh, my juices run like wine when I remember him .. I close my eyes and my soul touches his, his mouth touches me in places too secret to name .. he's held gently in my heart, my body and soul ache for him and he's yet a stranger .. Stranger I Love .. strangely.
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