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Monday, 07 September 2009

  • The Unspoken and Unaware

    A fox found me one day while passing by my house, running through my back yard

    Her reddish fur and sleek body jumped in shock when she saw me

    Our eyes met and her first impulse was to run away and continue on her search

    For God knows who or what

     

    It was a temporary distraction and she soon began eating the food from my garden  keeping a careful eye on me

    I talked to her everyday as she would come by and soon she found that there was no need to fear and no need to run

    We talked about everything when she wasn’t eating or looking in every corner of the yard

     

    Every day I looked for her and even brought cakes and pies for her delight

    I loved seeing her eyes open to a new pleasure as she learned to trust my presence

    I made an especially delicious treat and brought it to her while she was napping in my garden

    She awoke and smelled its aroma but ran away into the brush

     

    I brought another the next day since the treat I had brought the day before had begun to spoil

    She was there cleaning her fur and I laid it before her and she smiled

    I sat and waited with her for days as she perfected the things around her

    I could no longer keep my eyes open and finally fell asleep and upon waking saw she was gone

     

    I loved bringing her my treats but they were spoiling in the sun

    Instead she went back to old places where there was nothing left but the old and familiar

    Or brief excursions into the farmer’s garden where she was given poisonous food

    I looked for her and she saw me but began staying in the yard of others

     

    I said to myself, “but she loved my gifts…why won’t she eat them?”  I was perplexed

    And soon decided to put them away

    I longed for her return to bring me some special gift that she had made

    Some delightful treat that only we could share…

     

    I missed her so much I began looking for her in the yard of others and even at the farm

    I came upon her by surprise to overhear her conversations

    Telling her new friend of the pies that I bad brought her

    But that she was busy now inside herself with the old and the familiar

     

    To make me a cake would take a special effort and not something a fox likes to do

    I walked back home and put away the gifts that were left out in the sun

    I walked to my door and opened it to walk back into my familiar world

    And the door closed hard behind me and pain convulsed through my body

     

    I watch her now still in my garden but from behind my window of safety

    She smiles at me and doesn’t seem to notice that my gifts have all gone away

    And there is no special treat for me that would melt my heart away

    But the comfort of knowing that I will see her passing by will have to be enough for me

     

    I long to share in the gifts that are of our own shared delight

    But I hate when they are shared with others so lightly and thoughtlessly

    My nakedness in giving my finest treats is now carefully dressed again

    And I will stay behind the glass of my picture window and protect what there is left

     

    I long for her to be in my house behind my protections and to eat at my table of all the delights I would offer

    And to have her bring me her most secretive delights and gladly feed them to me

    For now I am protected and for now I suffer

     

    The time goes by and my heart grows hard as the treats continue their spoiling

    As words are left unsaid and I remain in the prison of her mind

    I will not compete with anything or anyone who captures her heart and mind

    But pray one day her all she will give to me and me alone.

     

    Come to my garden my love and taste of the treats I offer

    Bring me your heart, your very soul, and let me feast upon you

    Show me your nakedness and bare your soul to me

    There is no other that I want to be with…only you…only you

     

     

     

     

     

Wednesday, 26 August 2009

  • Love for only you

    There I am standing over there in the corner.  I hold out a cup and I ask you to fill it and I will love you for it.  And you say "I want to...I want to" and you begin to fill it, but then you look over your shoulder. 

    "Wait.  Stay here till I get back".  I see the shadows behind her that are her dreams, phantoms that only seem real. 

    She walks away with the life giving drink she gave me spilling onto the floor.  I can smell it and taste it, but can't drink it down deep;  there just isn't enough there to satiate this thirst I have for her. 

    She is beholden to her dreams.  And I wait in the corner. 

    I have drink for her that I would lavish upon her.  That would completely satisfy.  But her dreams hold her attention, and they steal my Love away from me. 

    She turns the corner on her quest to find what she has been looking for. I feel so alone while her heart seeks another.  And I slowly move to free myself from my prison.  Moving slowly from this room of my pain.  I finally exit this place that held my greatest joys....what a painful parting.  I gaze through the window...and there in the corner...barely beating...is my heart...

    I will try to live without it for awhile....I have no choice. It has tasted the love it had always wanted. 
    It stays there, unmoving, with the hope that one day she will return. 

    I walk away to chase my own phantoms from me.

    She calls out to me and I would always respond.  I would always love her.  But my heart is still in its prison.  And I can lie to my mind about her.  I can pretend that her other interests do not touch me. 

    I am wandering in no-mans land.  I dread the day that I lay eyes on another.  Because my heart will ever be hers.  I do not think I can go back for it; I gave it to her.  It will ever wait for this one I love so much...this one that I need so desperately. 

    My heart belongs to her.  I don't want to give it to another.

    I am walking.  I am moving.  I hope I come alive again soon. 







Thursday, 20 August 2009

  • Fears and Passion

    The truth is I'm scared to death.  The truth is I'm falling apart inside.  The truth is I'm hating myself for disappointing the only person a truly love.  I hate that I have to listen to others tell me what to do meanwhile I wounded my best friend in this world and no matter how many times she tells me its ok, I know in my spirit that its not ok.  Maybe if I could have just been there for her she might yet have fallen in love with me.  But I can't get there.  The tentacles of my past continue to strangle my present.  This morning I feel so alone and in my rebellion I feel that fearful cloud coming over my life again.  I wish I could paint a flowery picture for you but I can't.  I can't make this struggle stop...I can't make it go away. 

    I am scared to death of this new transition with her going off to college.  I am trying to put on a happy and brave face.  The truth is...my love has never changed.  No matter how much I try to hold it down, I love her.  So now she is going far away and I'm scared that all the new will crowd me out of her life.  What makes me the most angry with myself is that in my efforts to put on my brave face I have become fake.  I become terse and blunt and empty and boring.  My secret fears are there beneath the surface poisening these fleeting hours I have with her before she goes.

    I love her senselessly, illogically, passionately.  I would give her the world, but I can't even fully give her myself (I have failed to show up to see her again.)  I beg her to let me be a part of her daily life, to give her things, to be in her everyday stuff, to help her with whatever.  I become a nuisance trying to believe that somehow, someway, I might actually have some meaningful place in her life.  What will happen if she doesn't need me?  What will happen if she wants somebody else more than she wants me?  Will she slowly disappear on me?  Will she give a slow and painful dear john letter?  Will her friends just slowly press me out of her vision and out of her life.  I am scared and confused and utterly selfish.  I can't even fucking support her enough to get my own selfish needs the fuck out of the way.  But I would pour myself out for her.  I would give her the world.  But all I want is her love.  All I need right now is the reassurance that I will be in her life and that she will love me.

    I hate that I'm this fucking drama queen.  I don't mean to be.  I don't want to be.  As we come to the end of the summer there is so much I am thankful for.  We have come through so much.  We are stronger in so many ways.  But I still need you more than ever and if you fade away on me my heart will just break.  I love you.



Thursday, 06 August 2009

  • My heart poured out again

    No more promises and no more commitments for anyone....sorry....but I have nothing left...go ahead and stab me in the back cuz I don't feel anything any more...

    I was going to post that somewhere but I will end up upsetting somebody somewhere.  

    I want a hug.  I want to feel something.  I don't want to drink and smoke and party cuz it just leaves me feeling even more empty and because its just pathetic in and of itself.....the behavior of losers.  I want another person to want me, to love me, to be committed totally to me.  I want you to want to be with me so that I can have the courage to make a full commitment to you.  I'm tired of every relationship always being so one-sided, with me pouring out my heart and offering all of me and only to get back what someone feels like giving me.....which is usually just what works for them.  I feel like I shouldn't have to ask for attention and for a reasonable effort to love me.  But then again, when you have put yourself in a place where you don't have to be committed then you don't have to love that way either.  Its very convenient.  And I always end up suffering for it.  I need a lover...long-distance, short-distance whatever.  It doesn't matter to me as long as you are totally commited.  Distances don't mean anything when your heart is totally given.  How many other people are forced to be apart but their love remains incredibly strong?  How many others are seperated by going to different schools or because they are in the military?

    Its not a matter of distance, its a matter of the heart.  And always will be.  In fact most relationships where people see each other every day end up falling apart.  They don't have to work at it like people who are apart, so they get spoiled and lazy and selfish.  I want someone who will be seeking me out everyday and will want to connect with my heart.  I want to have sex with you in my heart before you ever get to touch my body.  If you're not willing to do that then I can't commit to you.  I gave my body to those who I thought loved me and each time they left me after they got what they wanted.  What do you want from me?  Do you want to feel good?  Do you want me to give you a thrill?  Will you love me forever after you finally get what you want?  Do you love me or just have lust for me?  Why do you want me to commit my body to you when you won't fully commit your heart to me?  

    There is no use trying to get love from anyone who is not willing to give it; who isn't willing to put in the effort to work at the relationship.  Anyone can have sex and have sexual thrills, but the work that is needed to be in love at the heart level requires real commitment of your mental, emotional, and spiritual sides.  When you won't expend the effort to really, truly get to know someone you are telling them that you only need certain things from them.  You tell them that they serve your purposes....maybe its friendship...maybe its sex....maybe its they help you feel less alone.  But it doesn't mean you're commited to them.  It doesn't mean you really love them.  Love requires a sacrifice of spirit.  It involves a commitment of your soul for what is best for the other person.  You show you love someone by showing true interest in them by asking deeper questions and by doing small acts of love and kindness.  True love takes the time to listen and gives honest feedback, even if it hurts.  But true love isn't mean-spirited about what is true.  Its gentle and patienct and understanding. 

    I don't want to leave the best thing I've ever had.  But I can't be tortured at the thought that there are others who are the real object of your desire, even if they are only fictions in your imagination.  The one I choose to love will get all of my devotion, just like I've given all of me to you.  I have only held back one thing...but it was never, ever my heart.  I will go through an emotional and spiritual death inside in order to open my heart to another.  I honestly don't know how I can do this.  It hurts you to see me like this I know...but we have committed ourselves to being honest with each other.  I don't want this upsetting you...but  I know its unavoidable.  I hate the choices in front of me.  I hate them so much that....I despair.  I want so badly to keep what I have with you.  My love for you can never end....but somehow I have to find a way to look into the heart of another.   And somehow I hope you are able to find what you are looking for.  I hope there is a man out there who will be all you need him to be for you.  I don't want you living in fantasy...but to find in reality what you really want. 

    I have given you all of my heart....poured out....devoted....passionate.  I hope you will find another that will do that and more for you!!!


Friday, 24 July 2009

  • No time for us

    I wish I could be talking to you....but you will wake up late and come online and then I will have to go....and then when I get back you will go to work or go out with a friend...And tonight you will want to be up and I will need to sleep...and then in the morning I will be up looking for you and you will be sleeping and it will start all over again.  A vicious cycle. 

    I'm tired of pushing everything into the past.  There is already too much there now and it keeps getting bigger and I'm getting to the point where its all so confusing cuz I can't keep it all straight anymore. Why can't we find time to be together without being rushed or pushed and pulled by everything and everyone?  Life sucks.  Too much shit is happening.  There isn't time for us.  I don't know what is wrong with me, why I have to work everything out.  Why can't I be more like you and just let things go.  Why do I need to try to understand?  Why do I care?  Why do I think I can fix anything or make the past different from what it is?  Why can't I be like people who don't give a shit? 

    Talking to you is one of the most important things in my life and its like oxygen to me.  And right now that oxygen is in short supply and I feel like I'm getting light-headed and confused.  I'm not blaming you or me.  I just loved knowing that we had regular times to meet to talk, to work out, to watch a show, to do whatever.  It seems like its been weeks now since we have had any normal routines together...and its nobody's fault..  I'm starting to crack under all this.  How can the love I feel for you and the desire to talk to you make me feel so upset inside?  Why am I so selfish to even tell you this?  It can only make you feel bad.....and that is the last thing I want to do.  I just want to know you and to have that deeper heart connection that makes our relationship so special.  If you find me passed out on the floor, would you breath into me?  I need a little of you.

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