Bliss and Confusion

PJfaninmainePJfaninmaine Posts: 216
edited September 2004 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
I think about last night
My face turns a light shade of Red
I did something this morning I haven't done in a long time
I woke up with a smile on my face.
Not a little smile, A big shit eating grin.
I know we are in a state of confusion, Where do we go from here?
What we are doing is wrong. but in whose eyes?
I can't understand how something so beautiful and passionate could be so bad.
I can't wait until our arms find eachother again.
I just wish the night would never come to an end.
I know deep in my heart-I am falling in love with you.
If being sane is thinking there's something wrong with being different....I'd rather be completely fucking mental.
(Angelina Jolie)
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  • that's a nice feeling to have, isn't it.
    You ask me to enter
    But then You make me crawl
    And I can't be holding on
    To what You got
    When all You've got is hurt
    ----
    Underneath this smile lies everything
    All my hopes and anger, pride and shame
  • Well violet ray it is and it isnt. Hard to explain really.
    Why must everything good have a price?
    Thanks for responding.
    Take Care V.R.
    If being sane is thinking there's something wrong with being different....I'd rather be completely fucking mental.
    (Angelina Jolie)
  • Originally posted by PJfaninmaine
    Well violet ray it is and it isnt. Hard to explain really.
    Why must everything good have a price?
    Thanks for responding.
    Take Care V.R.

    i so know what you mean...
    i KNOW the *feeling* good...
    but the price...sometimes...yea...
    no explanation necessary, believe me.


    you take care too.
    You ask me to enter
    But then You make me crawl
    And I can't be holding on
    To what You got
    When all You've got is hurt
    ----
    Underneath this smile lies everything
    All my hopes and anger, pride and shame
  • My heart is bleeding
    My tears are falling, falling down in Red pools of sadness.
    I have no courage to make it end.
    My head is spinning, reeling, and turning, It cant straighten out my Bleeding Heart.
    If being sane is thinking there's something wrong with being different....I'd rather be completely fucking mental.
    (Angelina Jolie)
  • sorry i keep interrupting...
    but i hear you again...
    You ask me to enter
    But then You make me crawl
    And I can't be holding on
    To what You got
    When all You've got is hurt
    ----
    Underneath this smile lies everything
    All my hopes and anger, pride and shame
  • Oh please feel free to post on here anytime.
    I would love for ya to put some of your poems on here as well.
    I'll try to come with something a little more cheerful for ya.
    Won't be until I'm in the mood, still searching for that happy place
    :)
    If being sane is thinking there's something wrong with being different....I'd rather be completely fucking mental.
    (Angelina Jolie)
  • Originally posted by PJfaninmaine
    Oh please feel free to post on here anytime.
    I would love for ya to put some of your poems on here as well.
    I'll try to come with something a little more cheerful for ya.
    Won't be until I'm in the mood, still searching for that happy place
    :)

    don't worry, i'm not exactly very cheerful at the moment either :)
    You ask me to enter
    But then You make me crawl
    And I can't be holding on
    To what You got
    When all You've got is hurt
    ----
    Underneath this smile lies everything
    All my hopes and anger, pride and shame
  • hey there, pjfaninmaine

    wow... upsy-downsy...

    like a love-hangover, you think?

    oweeeee
  • Hey Pasta Nice to see ya Girlfriend!
    Ya exactly ,,,,,,, Love Hangover.
    God I hate it when that happens lol
    If being sane is thinking there's something wrong with being different....I'd rather be completely fucking mental.
    (Angelina Jolie)
  • it's funny to me how ANY big emotion
    any intense passion or ire or fear
    produces the hangover effect

    like a dag-on drug, ain't it?

    :)


    xo
  • Haha. I need a lot stronger drug than that!
    Dam emotions always get in the way dont they?
    thanks for the smile
    ((((((((hugs)))))))
    If being sane is thinking there's something wrong with being different....I'd rather be completely fucking mental.
    (Angelina Jolie)
  • indeed they do...

    but in the way of what?

    a limp life?


    s'alright by me

    and... you're welcome ;)
  • setaside2setaside2 Posts: 1,084
    it would seem that all good things need to have a price.

    I think that humans are built to learn the hard way and that if the good stuff didn't have a price, they would be completely incapable of appreciating it.

    Ask any kid who's grown up rich and privileged their whole life. They really have zero appreciation for what they've got, only that when they wanted it, it happened. Where is the good in that? They have this... stuff... but they have little to no emotional attachment to it.

    Their relationships turn into status symbols, they can only date in their circle of wealth because NOT to do so would be challenging and eye opening and compellingly UNcomfortable. What would they have to say? What would they be ALLOWED to say? Not a damn thing.

    Love is the same way. Talk about an all encompassing pyschoneurotic sensual stasis.

    I mean, your chest hurts, you walk around in a state of blind LUST but at a level heretofore unknown. All you want is for moments to be repeated and moments to be divided and moments to just HAPPEN. NOW. AGAIN. NOW.

    GOD what a fiasco. Why should it have to hurt?

    We are being trained to appreciate the transcendance of love itself.
    The pain will be worth it, you KNOW it is when you have them in your arms, it is SELF EVIDENT.
    Nobody has to tell you, at that point in time, when you are locked in embrace, when your lips touch, when your fingers go electric with the sensation of their skin, NOBODY has to tell you that it was all worth it and that while your heart may have played the sacrificial lamb, there is resurrection in their eyes and in the way they sigh your name and in the quickening beat of their heart. There, THERE is life renewed! Religious faith, artistic spur, dream dream and more dream.

    lord.

    i know where you stand. ask my love sometime, she's right over there.
    I'm stepping in front of the gushing hydrant in a hurricane. I'd like to see the traction I keep.
  • hell YEAH I know what you mean

    exactly
    exactly
    exactly



    :D
  • Just bumping this thread because of the wonderful words setaside has written in here.

    Thanks much setaside
    If being sane is thinking there's something wrong with being different....I'd rather be completely fucking mental.
    (Angelina Jolie)
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