[quote="tremorslol tremors i am at skool in civics class bored as hell.... yawn how kan the teacher not notice?????
Make some good use of your time, and write your bf a poem!!
We'll tell you what we think of it
lol ill post it after skool Dannaca is flipping out check on the whats on ur mind right now thread at my post lol
I see! Be careful of this internet place - you need to protect your P-R-I-V-A-C-Y[/quote]
oh sorry... i was in a hurry :? :oops: ill watch it
i love u
i love the things you do
i love the way u put ur arm around me
and how u hold my hand
i love the way u look at me
be4 u make a move
i love the way u wright me poems
and how they make me feel so right
i love the way u smell
and how ur lips feel on mine
i love the way u laugh
and how u try 2 hide ur smile
i love that u think
that im worth wile
i love the way u tell me my eyes r pretty
and every time u say so
i blush, i must admit it
i love the way u look
i love the way u feel
i love the way u r
and tht r love is real
i love the way ur voice cracks [ ]
and how ur so sweet
i love the way u treat me
and everything u do
but all in all its as simple as this
i love you
okay, well dont tell me im not in love cuz its teenage love lol see:
“I told you from the start just how this would end. When I get what I want, I never want it again.” — Courtney Love
“If he doesn’t treat you like a princess, then he doesn’t deserve to be your prince.” — Unknown
“And we’ll move on and go our separate ways. Just know, I’ll miss you everyday, but things just aren’t the same.” — Unknown
This thread should be retitled the 'Let's get all mushy' thread. Your poem Pandora is honest and dark though. I like it!
Thank God I am not in love currently - but let me see if I can compose my own sort of love poem for you!!
The day you said goodbye
I was waiting in all day
You said you had made something for me
Something to mark our time together
A part of you, to go with what we had together
We had something sacred but we burned so bright
We almost burned each other out
You chose normality
And I chose to still love you
And still I find it impossible to bear you any ill
I never saw you again
But I found on my doorstep a tapestry
Colours rich and woven in gold, green and amber
Something living breathing, growing
A tree under glass
You must have stayed up for nights making it for me
While every night I tried to reach you
I realise why you never answered my calls
But even now I don't know which I would have wished for more
Something lifelong, hanging on my wall
Or just one chance, to say a last goodbye
Cancel my subscription to the Ressurection
Send my credentials to the house of detention
This thread should be retitled the 'Let's get all mushy' thread. Your poem Pandora is honest and dark though. I like it!
Thank God I am not in love currently - but let me see if I can compose my own sort of love poem for you!!
The day you said goodbye
I was waiting in all day
You said you had made something for me
Something to mark our time together
A part of you, to go with what we had together
We had something sacred but we burned so bright
We almost burned each other out
You chose normality
And I chose to still love you
And still I find it impossible to bear you any ill
I never saw you again
But I found on my doorstep a tapestry
Colours rich and woven in gold, green and amber
Something living breathing, growing
A tree under glass
You must have stayed up for nights making it for me
While every night I tried to reach you
I realise why you never answered my calls
But even now I don't know which I would have wished for more
Something lifelong, hanging on my wall
Or just one chance, to say a last goodbye
Does this surprise you? Some might say I'm the 'mush' queen
Your poem is beautiful, I can see it all
a tree ... like a tree of life... everlasting love
but you had no choice even in a last goodbye
This thread should be retitled the 'Let's get all mushy' thread. Your poem Pandora is honest and dark though. I like it!
Thank God I am not in love currently - but let me see if I can compose my own sort of love poem for you!!
The day you said goodbye
I was waiting in all day
You said you had made something for me
Something to mark our time together
A part of you, to go with what we had together
We had something sacred but we burned so bright
We almost burned each other out
You chose normality
And I chose to still love you
And still I find it impossible to bear you any ill
I never saw you again
But I found on my doorstep a tapestry
Colours rich and woven in gold, green and amber
Something living breathing, growing
A tree under glass
You must have stayed up for nights making it for me
While every night I tried to reach you
I realise why you never answered my calls
But even now I don't know which I would have wished for more
Something lifelong, hanging on my wall
Or just one chance, to say a last goodbye
Does this surprise you? Some might say I'm the 'mush' queen
Your poem is beautiful, I can see it all
a tree ... like a tree of life... everlasting love
but you had no choice even in a last goodbye
very very lovely tremors...
thank you!
Yes, it is probably the most beautiful thing I own, but I can't always see it through the pangs.
You used to be the Mush Queen maybe, but these days you're on a whole other level. I think it's since you stopped writing while under the influence of the booze!
Cancel my subscription to the Ressurection
Send my credentials to the house of detention
This thread should be retitled the 'Let's get all mushy' thread. Your poem Pandora is honest and dark though. I like it!
Thank God I am not in love currently - but let me see if I can compose my own sort of love poem for you!!
The day you said goodbye
I was waiting in all day
You said you had made something for me
Something to mark our time together
A part of you, to go with what we had together
We had something sacred but we burned so bright
We almost burned each other out
You chose normality
And I chose to still love you
And still I find it impossible to bear you any ill
I never saw you again
But I found on my doorstep a tapestry
Colours rich and woven in gold, green and amber
Something living breathing, growing
A tree under glass
You must have stayed up for nights making it for me
While every night I tried to reach you
I realise why you never answered my calls
But even now I don't know which I would have wished for more
Something lifelong, hanging on my wall
Or just one chance, to say a last goodbye
Does this surprise you? Some might say I'm the 'mush' queen
Your poem is beautiful, I can see it all
a tree ... like a tree of life... everlasting love
but you had no choice even in a last goodbye
very very lovely tremors...
thank you!
Yes, it is probably the most beautiful thing I own, but I can't always see it through the pangs.
You used to be the Mush Queen maybe, but these days you're on a whole other level. I think it's since you stopped writing while under the influence of the booze!
This thread should be retitled the 'Let's get all mushy' thread. Your poem Pandora is honest and dark though. I like it!
Thank God I am not in love currently - but let me see if I can compose my own sort of love poem for you!!
The day you said goodbye
I was waiting in all day
You said you had made something for me
Something to mark our time together
A part of you, to go with what we had together
We had something sacred but we burned so bright
We almost burned each other out
You chose normality
And I chose to still love you
And still I find it impossible to bear you any ill
I never saw you again
But I found on my doorstep a tapestry
Colours rich and woven in gold, green and amber
Something living breathing, growing
A tree under glass
You must have stayed up for nights making it for me
While every night I tried to reach you
I realise why you never answered my calls
But even now I don't know which I would have wished for more
Something lifelong, hanging on my wall
Or just one chance, to say a last goodbye
beeeee utyful tremors
“I told you from the start just how this would end. When I get what I want, I never want it again.” — Courtney Love
“If he doesn’t treat you like a princess, then he doesn’t deserve to be your prince.” — Unknown
“And we’ll move on and go our separate ways. Just know, I’ll miss you everyday, but things just aren’t the same.” — Unknown
bright
billowy
low and lazy
balls of cotton
plucking distance
gently drifting
seems quaint
picturesque
but the treeline parts
hanging heavy
truth revealed
not so sure
i want to be
here
peace,
jo
http://www.Etsy.com/Shop/SimpleEarthCreations
"How I choose to feel is how I am." ~ EV/MMc
"Some people hear their own inner voices with great clearness and they live by what they hear. Such people become crazy, or they become legends." ~ One Stab ~
bright
billowy
low and lazy
balls of cotton
plucking distance
gently drifting
seems quaint
picturesque
but the treeline parts
hanging heavy
truth revealed
not so sure
i want to be
here
She's back! Liked this - got me all dreamy and then brings you up short. Nice.
I will come back and ponder this later and try and write something of my own....
Cancel my subscription to the Ressurection
Send my credentials to the house of detention
bright
billowy
low and lazy
balls of cotton
plucking distance
gently drifting
seems quaint
picturesque
but the treeline parts
hanging heavy
truth revealed
not so sure
i want to be
here
:wave: friend
thanks for your return!
lovely poem Jo
your imagery spot on
turns to a twist of concern
leaves me with a question for another day ....
bright
billowy
low and lazy
balls of cotton
plucking distance
gently drifting
seems quaint
picturesque
but the treeline parts
hanging heavy
truth revealed
not so sure
i want to be
here
She's back! Liked this - got me all dreamy and then brings you up short. Nice.
I will come back and ponder this later and try and write something of my own....
:wave:
peace,
jo
http://www.Etsy.com/Shop/SimpleEarthCreations
"How I choose to feel is how I am." ~ EV/MMc
"Some people hear their own inner voices with great clearness and they live by what they hear. Such people become crazy, or they become legends." ~ One Stab ~
bright
billowy
low and lazy
balls of cotton
plucking distance
gently drifting
seems quaint
picturesque
but the treeline parts
hanging heavy
truth revealed
not so sure
i want to be
here
Here is a place I know too well
Been lost here before
Got stuck here for days once
Never tread the same path twice they say
But somehow, I always seem to end up here
Cancel my subscription to the Ressurection
Send my credentials to the house of detention
bright
billowy
low and lazy
balls of cotton
plucking distance
gently drifting
seems quaint
picturesque
but the treeline parts
hanging heavy
truth revealed
not so sure
i want to be
here
Here is a place I know too well
Been lost here before
Got stuck here for days once
Never tread the same path twice they say
But somehow, I always seem to end up here
:thumbup:
peace,
jo
http://www.Etsy.com/Shop/SimpleEarthCreations
"How I choose to feel is how I am." ~ EV/MMc
"Some people hear their own inner voices with great clearness and they live by what they hear. Such people become crazy, or they become legends." ~ One Stab ~
evil lurks
in the hearts of men
they say
but i wonder
if
they know it's so?
turning beauty
into ash
peace,
jo
http://www.Etsy.com/Shop/SimpleEarthCreations
"How I choose to feel is how I am." ~ EV/MMc
"Some people hear their own inner voices with great clearness and they live by what they hear. Such people become crazy, or they become legends." ~ One Stab ~
:shock: :wtf: :wtf: my bf just asked my wat ring size i am...
:thumbup: :wave:
peace,
jo
http://www.Etsy.com/Shop/SimpleEarthCreations
"How I choose to feel is how I am." ~ EV/MMc
"Some people hear their own inner voices with great clearness and they live by what they hear. Such people become crazy, or they become legends." ~ One Stab ~
evil lurks
in the hearts of men
they say
but i wonder
if
they know it's so?
turning beauty
into ash
wow
I like!
thanks tre..
think i'll stick around a while
peace,
jo
http://www.Etsy.com/Shop/SimpleEarthCreations
"How I choose to feel is how I am." ~ EV/MMc
"Some people hear their own inner voices with great clearness and they live by what they hear. Such people become crazy, or they become legends." ~ One Stab ~
evil lurks
in the hearts of men
they say
but i wonder
if
they know it's so?
turning beauty
into ash
As a youth I never did believe in evil
Oh how little I knew
How I thought it was a concept
Outmoded and maligned
The human spirit, misunderstood
And now again today I no longer believe in evil
The child's spirit in us all, corrupted
That's all
And yet the years in between
I studied evil nightly
I felt its chill
Scraping down my back
As I found respite
In not one corner
Until I caught the essence of evil
Distilled, and pinned it down under glass
It was something, plus intelligence
I remember that much only
How evil needs intelligence
To be the force it is
Cancel my subscription to the Ressurection
Send my credentials to the house of detention
evil lurks
in the hearts of men
they say
but i wonder
if
they know it's so?
turning beauty
into ash
As a youth I never did believe in evil
Oh how little I knew
How I thought it was a concept
Outmoded and maligned
The human spirit, misunderstood
And now again today I no longer believe in evil
The child's spirit in us all, corrupted
That's all
And yet the years in between
I studied evil nightly
I felt its chill
Scraping down my back
As I found respite
In not one corner
Until I caught the essence of evil
Distilled, and pinned it down under glass
It was something, plus intelligence
I remember that much only
How evil needs intelligence
To be the force it is
evil lurks
in the hearts of men
they say
but i wonder
if
they know it's so?
turning beauty
into ash
As a youth I never did believe in evil
Oh how little I knew
How I thought it was a concept
Outmoded and maligned
The human spirit, misunderstood
And now again today I no longer believe in evil
The child's spirit in us all, corrupted
That's all
And yet the years in between
I studied evil nightly
I felt its chill
Scraping down my back
As I found respite
In not one corner
Until I caught the essence of evil
Distilled, and pinned it down under glass
It was something, plus intelligence
I remember that much only
How evil needs intelligence
To be the force it is
I like this tremors
I believe in evil ...
I have seen it in eyes
At certain times I have felt a palpable evil all around me - a dark dark force, horrible beyond imaginings - even without a person to claim it - a force shivering down my spine, running round my brain. To be honest, my encounters with pure evil are probably at the heart of my problems when I've been ill. Not pretty.
Cancel my subscription to the Ressurection
Send my credentials to the house of detention
As a youth I never did believe in evil
Oh how little I knew
How I thought it was a concept
Outmoded and maligned
The human spirit, misunderstood
And now again today I no longer believe in evil
The child's spirit in us all, corrupted
That's all
And yet the years in between
I studied evil nightly
I felt its chill
Scraping down my back
As I found respite
In not one corner
Until I caught the essence of evil
Distilled, and pinned it down under glass
It was something, plus intelligence
I remember that much only
How evil needs intelligence
To be the force it is
I like this tremors
I believe in evil ...
I have seen it in eyes
At certain times I have felt a palpable evil all around me - a dark dark force, horrible beyond imaginings - even without a person to claim it - a force shivering down my spine, running round my brain. To be honest, my encounters with pure evil are probably at the heart of my problems when I've been ill. Not pretty.
I have also felt the power of evil and have seen it in others eyes.
Evil waits for an opportunity ... it lurks, it is extremely powerful and addicting.
We might feel fragile but it can not 'become' us, we must choose to let it in
this a freedom of choice for most but not all ....
unfortunately evil can be learned too, long before the mind is conscious
and can understand or choose. This how it perpetuates .... by taking the innocent.
Evil waits for an opportunity ... it lurks, it is extremely powerful and addicting.
We might feel fragile but it can not 'become' us, we must choose to let it in
this a freedom of choice for most but not all ....
unfortunately evil can be learned too, long before the mind is conscious
and can understand or choose. This how it perpetuates .... by taking the innocent.
Profound words again Pandora.
Food for thought....
Cancel my subscription to the Ressurection
Send my credentials to the house of detention
Evil waits for an opportunity ... it lurks, it is extremely powerful and addicting.
We might feel fragile but it can not 'become' us, we must choose to let it in
this a freedom of choice for most but not all ....
unfortunately evil can be learned too, long before the mind is conscious
and can understand or choose. This how it perpetuates .... by taking the innocent.
Profound words again Pandora.
Food for thought....
that was really good tremors
and yes ...innocent evil is the scariest kind
i too have felt the presence of true evil...and it scares the living beegeebus out of me
i think you'll both understand when i say that i can "feel" things that can't be seen or felt by other people ... sometimes...and usually those things are quite benign..even comfy. but in the presence of evil ...even though you want to look away..turn it off. ..try to tune it out..you know down in the deepest recesses of self..that you dare not ... even one split second. although i could never tell you what the face of evil looks like..there have been many many times when i wish i didn't know what it feels like....a heaviness pervasive in the air ... and a feeling of absolute terror and dread. i find amazing that most people in this world (at least as far as i know) are able to so blissfully ignore it. can't say i haven't wished to be among them.
peace,
jo
http://www.Etsy.com/Shop/SimpleEarthCreations
"How I choose to feel is how I am." ~ EV/MMc
"Some people hear their own inner voices with great clearness and they live by what they hear. Such people become crazy, or they become legends." ~ One Stab ~
As a youth I never did believe in evil
Oh how little I knew
How I thought it was a concept
Outmoded and maligned
The human spirit, misunderstood
And now again today I no longer believe in evil
The child's spirit in us all, corrupted
That's all
And yet the years in between
I studied evil nightly
I felt its chill
Scraping down my back
As I found respite
In not one corner
Until I caught the essence of evil
Distilled, and pinned it down under glass
It was something, plus intelligence
I remember that much only
How evil needs intelligence
To be the force it is
that's great tremors very powerful, eerie almost
and Pandora - as usual your words are solid. you're spot on about so many things, very wise
I have also felt the power of evil and have seen it in others eyes.
Evil waits for an opportunity ... it lurks, it is extremely powerful and addicting.
We might feel fragile but it can not 'become' us, we must choose to let it in
this a freedom of choice for most but not all ....
unfortunately evil can be learned too, long before the mind is conscious
and can understand or choose. This how it perpetuates .... by taking the innocent.
"we might feel fragile but it can not 'become' us, we must choose to let it in
this is a freedom of choice for most but not all...."
Evil waits for an opportunity ... it lurks, it is extremely powerful and addicting.
We might feel fragile but it can not 'become' us, we must choose to let it in
this a freedom of choice for most but not all ....
unfortunately evil can be learned too, long before the mind is conscious
and can understand or choose. This how it perpetuates .... by taking the innocent.
Profound words again Pandora.
Food for thought....
that was really good tremors
and yes ...innocent evil is the scariest kind
i too have felt the presence of true evil...and it scares the living beegeebus out of me
i think you'll both understand when i say that i can "feel" things that can't be seen or felt by other people ... sometimes...and usually those things are quite benign..even comfy. but in the presence of evil ...even though you want to look away..turn it off. ..try to tune it out..you know down in the deepest recesses of self..that you dare not ... even one split second. although i could never tell you what the face of evil looks like..there have been many many times when i wish i didn't know what it feels like....a heaviness pervasive in the air ... and a feeling of absolute terror and dread. i find amazing that most people in this world (at least as far as i know) are able to so blissfully ignore it. can't say i haven't wished to be among them.
I have a clear memory of meeting evil in the eyes of another one of the first times when I was in my twenties.
I see it in my mind like it was yesterday.
We, JB and I, were at a mall in Milwaukee.
It was Christmastime. Santa was seeing a line of children.
We got into one of the clear glass elevators to go up ...it was close to Santa.
He helped a small girl, probably not yet 3- I still see her little red velvet dress and white tights,
helped her onto his lap and held her, touched her as he lifted her in a very wrong way.
Our eyes met in that instant .. his mouth curled ... he knew I knew
It was there in his eyes... pure evil... I felt it and it nearly knocked me over ... and then I almost got sick.
I knew then he had let evil in and he enjoyed it. Evil preys on others for its own satisfaction.
Your words Jo very much how I feel.
I must say the flip side is how strongly I feel love in the air.
The goodness and hope.
The feeling I get when looking in another's eyes and that I might not have
otherwise. It is very strong, the goodness.
I'll take the good with the bad because I know love will always overcome evil.
Maybe not here in this world but where I am going.
As a youth I never did believe in evil
Oh how little I knew
How I thought it was a concept
Outmoded and maligned
The human spirit, misunderstood
And now again today I no longer believe in evil
The child's spirit in us all, corrupted
That's all
And yet the years in between
I studied evil nightly
I felt its chill
Scraping down my back
As I found respite
In not one corner
Until I caught the essence of evil
Distilled, and pinned it down under glass
It was something, plus intelligence
I remember that much only
How evil needs intelligence
To be the force it is
that's great tremors very powerful, eerie almost
and Pandora - as usual your words are solid. you're spot on about so many things, very wise
I have also felt the power of evil and have seen it in others eyes.
Evil waits for an opportunity ... it lurks, it is extremely powerful and addicting.
We might feel fragile but it can not 'become' us, we must choose to let it in
this a freedom of choice for most but not all ....
unfortunately evil can be learned too, long before the mind is conscious
and can understand or choose. This how it perpetuates .... by taking the innocent.
"we might feel fragile but it can not 'become' us, we must choose to let it in
this is a freedom of choice for most but not all...."
Comments
Make some good use of your time, and write your bf a poem!!
We'll tell you what we think of it
Send my credentials to the house of detention
“If he doesn’t treat you like a princess, then he doesn’t deserve to be your prince.” — Unknown
“And we’ll move on and go our separate ways. Just know, I’ll miss you everyday, but things just aren’t the same.” — Unknown
I see! Be careful of this internet place - you need to protect your P-R-I-V-A-C-Y
Send my credentials to the house of detention
I see! Be careful of this internet place - you need to protect your P-R-I-V-A-C-Y[/quote]
oh sorry... i was in a hurry :? :oops: ill watch it
i love u
i love the things you do
i love the way u put ur arm around me
and how u hold my hand
i love the way u look at me
be4 u make a move
i love the way u wright me poems
and how they make me feel so right
i love the way u smell
and how ur lips feel on mine
i love the way u laugh
and how u try 2 hide ur smile
i love that u think
that im worth wile
i love the way u tell me my eyes r pretty
and every time u say so
i blush, i must admit it
i love the way u look
i love the way u feel
i love the way u r
and tht r love is real
i love the way ur voice cracks [
and how ur so sweet
i love the way u treat me
and everything u do
but all in all its as simple as this
i love you
okay, well dont tell me im not in love cuz its teenage love lol see:
“If he doesn’t treat you like a princess, then he doesn’t deserve to be your prince.” — Unknown
“And we’ll move on and go our separate ways. Just know, I’ll miss you everyday, but things just aren’t the same.” — Unknown
The I's of love . . .
not always soft and shining
reflecting a beauty
of hearts desire and need.
No . . .
As many things I can be ... so can the I's of love.
Sunken, discouraged, beaten and resentful.
Bitter, distrusting, suspicious and insecure.
As many things you can be ... so can the I's of love.
Glazed, forbidden, disrespectful and ashamed.
Sullen, deceitful, cynical and defensive.
Empty, skeptical, jealous and judgemental.
As many things we can be ... so can the I's of love.
The I's of love see the truth ... the truth is in the love.
I Love You . . .
Thank God I am not in love currently - but let me see if I can compose my own sort of love poem for you!!
The day you said goodbye
I was waiting in all day
You said you had made something for me
Something to mark our time together
A part of you, to go with what we had together
We had something sacred but we burned so bright
We almost burned each other out
You chose normality
And I chose to still love you
And still I find it impossible to bear you any ill
I never saw you again
But I found on my doorstep a tapestry
Colours rich and woven in gold, green and amber
Something living breathing, growing
A tree under glass
You must have stayed up for nights making it for me
While every night I tried to reach you
I realise why you never answered my calls
But even now I don't know which I would have wished for more
Something lifelong, hanging on my wall
Or just one chance, to say a last goodbye
Send my credentials to the house of detention
Your poem is beautiful, I can see it all
a tree ... like a tree of life... everlasting love
but you had no choice even in a last goodbye
very very lovely tremors...
thank you!
Yes, it is probably the most beautiful thing I own, but I can't always see it through the pangs.
You used to be the Mush Queen maybe, but these days you're on a whole other level. I think it's since you stopped writing while under the influence of the booze!
Send my credentials to the house of detention
right you are .... a lovey dovey drunk am I!
“If he doesn’t treat you like a princess, then he doesn’t deserve to be your prince.” — Unknown
“And we’ll move on and go our separate ways. Just know, I’ll miss you everyday, but things just aren’t the same.” — Unknown
billowy
low and lazy
balls of cotton
plucking distance
gently drifting
seems quaint
picturesque
but the treeline parts
hanging heavy
truth revealed
not so sure
i want to be
here
jo
http://www.Etsy.com/Shop/SimpleEarthCreations
"How I choose to feel is how I am." ~ EV/MMc
"Some people hear their own inner voices with great clearness and they live by what they hear. Such people become crazy, or they become legends." ~ One Stab ~
She's back! Liked this - got me all dreamy and then brings you up short. Nice.
I will come back and ponder this later and try and write something of my own....
Send my credentials to the house of detention
thanks for your return!
lovely poem Jo
your imagery spot on
turns to a twist of concern
leaves me with a question for another day ....
jo
http://www.Etsy.com/Shop/SimpleEarthCreations
"How I choose to feel is how I am." ~ EV/MMc
"Some people hear their own inner voices with great clearness and they live by what they hear. Such people become crazy, or they become legends." ~ One Stab ~
Here is a place I know too well
Been lost here before
Got stuck here for days once
Never tread the same path twice they say
But somehow, I always seem to end up here
Send my credentials to the house of detention
jo
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"How I choose to feel is how I am." ~ EV/MMc
"Some people hear their own inner voices with great clearness and they live by what they hear. Such people become crazy, or they become legends." ~ One Stab ~
in the hearts of men
they say
but i wonder
if
they know it's so?
turning beauty
into ash
jo
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"How I choose to feel is how I am." ~ EV/MMc
"Some people hear their own inner voices with great clearness and they live by what they hear. Such people become crazy, or they become legends." ~ One Stab ~
“If he doesn’t treat you like a princess, then he doesn’t deserve to be your prince.” — Unknown
“And we’ll move on and go our separate ways. Just know, I’ll miss you everyday, but things just aren’t the same.” — Unknown
jo
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"How I choose to feel is how I am." ~ EV/MMc
"Some people hear their own inner voices with great clearness and they live by what they hear. Such people become crazy, or they become legends." ~ One Stab ~
wow
I like!
Send my credentials to the house of detention
thanks tre..
think i'll stick around a while
jo
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"How I choose to feel is how I am." ~ EV/MMc
"Some people hear their own inner voices with great clearness and they live by what they hear. Such people become crazy, or they become legends." ~ One Stab ~
As a youth I never did believe in evil
Oh how little I knew
How I thought it was a concept
Outmoded and maligned
The human spirit, misunderstood
And now again today I no longer believe in evil
The child's spirit in us all, corrupted
That's all
And yet the years in between
I studied evil nightly
I felt its chill
Scraping down my back
As I found respite
In not one corner
Until I caught the essence of evil
Distilled, and pinned it down under glass
It was something, plus intelligence
I remember that much only
How evil needs intelligence
To be the force it is
Send my credentials to the house of detention
I believe in evil ...
I have seen it in eyes
At certain times I have felt a palpable evil all around me - a dark dark force, horrible beyond imaginings - even without a person to claim it - a force shivering down my spine, running round my brain. To be honest, my encounters with pure evil are probably at the heart of my problems when I've been ill. Not pretty.
Send my credentials to the house of detention
Evil waits for an opportunity ... it lurks, it is extremely powerful and addicting.
We might feel fragile but it can not 'become' us, we must choose to let it in
this a freedom of choice for most but not all ....
unfortunately evil can be learned too, long before the mind is conscious
and can understand or choose. This how it perpetuates .... by taking the innocent.
Profound words again Pandora.
Food for thought....
Send my credentials to the house of detention
that was really good tremors
and yes ...innocent evil is the scariest kind
i too have felt the presence of true evil...and it scares the living beegeebus out of me
i think you'll both understand when i say that i can "feel" things that can't be seen or felt by other people ... sometimes...and usually those things are quite benign..even comfy. but in the presence of evil ...even though you want to look away..turn it off. ..try to tune it out..you know down in the deepest recesses of self..that you dare not ... even one split second. although i could never tell you what the face of evil looks like..there have been many many times when i wish i didn't know what it feels like....a heaviness pervasive in the air ... and a feeling of absolute terror and dread. i find amazing that most people in this world (at least as far as i know) are able to so blissfully ignore it. can't say i haven't wished to be among them.
jo
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"How I choose to feel is how I am." ~ EV/MMc
"Some people hear their own inner voices with great clearness and they live by what they hear. Such people become crazy, or they become legends." ~ One Stab ~
that's great tremors
and Pandora - as usual your words are solid. you're spot on about so many things, very wise
"we might feel fragile but it can not 'become' us, we must choose to let it in
this is a freedom of choice for most but not all...."
so true
I have a clear memory of meeting evil in the eyes of another one of the first times when I was in my twenties.
I see it in my mind like it was yesterday.
We, JB and I, were at a mall in Milwaukee.
It was Christmastime. Santa was seeing a line of children.
We got into one of the clear glass elevators to go up ...it was close to Santa.
He helped a small girl, probably not yet 3- I still see her little red velvet dress and white tights,
helped her onto his lap and held her, touched her as he lifted her in a very wrong way.
Our eyes met in that instant .. his mouth curled ... he knew I knew
It was there in his eyes... pure evil... I felt it and it nearly knocked me over ... and then I almost got sick.
I knew then he had let evil in and he enjoyed it. Evil preys on others for its own satisfaction.
Your words Jo very much how I feel.
I must say the flip side is how strongly I feel love in the air.
The goodness and hope.
The feeling I get when looking in another's eyes and that I might not have
otherwise. It is very strong, the goodness.
I'll take the good with the bad because I know love will always overcome evil.
Maybe not here in this world but where I am going.
Hope your Saturday is lovely!