I've always told my daughter to find someone who would shower her with affection, who would think the world of her and love her more than she loved him. The reason for this is that a woman always tend to put something more into the relationship emotionally because that's how we are wired anyway, so to find a man who is completely smitten puts the equal in the equation.It is better that a man loves you more because men have a bad habit of becoming bored, more than women. Men get lazy in love. read more »
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like a snowdrift clinging
to a hillside
like shadow to light
my misery clothes me
chases me
so remorselessly
loving
- from Bough's poem
on 08 Sept 2003 at 5:02am Summer wrote:
It’s not the things we have, but the things we enjoy, that constitute our abundance.
We can never run away from sadness Bough, but we can always meet it with a grateful heart… and perhaps hope to conquer it. A ’sunbeam,’ the morning after a night laid to rest, would be enough for me.
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to a hillside
like shadow to light
my misery clothes me
chases me
so remorselessly
loving
- from Bough's poem
on 08 Sept 2003 at 5:02am Summer wrote:
It’s not the things we have, but the things we enjoy, that constitute our abundance.
We can never run away from sadness Bough, but we can always meet it with a grateful heart… and perhaps hope to conquer it. A ’sunbeam,’ the morning after a night laid to rest, would be enough for me.
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She was typical. Her face rouged too pink at the cheeks, pouting lips a little too red for comfort, eye liner smudged from crying, spaghetti top too clingy for comfort and a low skirt revealing a roll of belly fat on both sides which she should be better off covering. She wore high-heeled wedges with cork soles that had seen better days. She walked back and forth as she awaited the lab results.She was being tested for HIV and hepatitis, her lifestyle finally catching up with her.
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on 03 Sept 2003 Summer wrote:
‘Movements in C Minor’… just about but not quite. In this sense, I can see how the nomenclature applies Bough. :)
It’s easy to think about this entry as surreal, although it’s not easy to give up the hope that it’s not.
Years ago I read a book entitled ‘Tully’ and there a line went, ‘If somebody loves you, or even as much as cared for you, he will get it.’
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‘Movements in C Minor’… just about but not quite. In this sense, I can see how the nomenclature applies Bough. :)
It’s easy to think about this entry as surreal, although it’s not easy to give up the hope that it’s not.
Years ago I read a book entitled ‘Tully’ and there a line went, ‘If somebody loves you, or even as much as cared for you, he will get it.’
I know it’s not always easy to guess how somebody thinks or feels; that sometimes one will have t read more »
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on 29 Aug 2003 at 3:09am Summer wrote:
I do not think it is our place to greet sunrise with freshness.
I always thought morning dew comes to cleanse before the sun’s first rays bring to us a new day… more fresh and brand new than the first.
It is life’s gift to us.
Summer
~o~
on 05 Sep 2003 at 6:35am Bough wrote:
Ah, to be always seeing possibility in every gasp for air everyday
To see beauty in a compost heap — what a divine way to overcome this growing weightfulness o read more »
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I do not think it is our place to greet sunrise with freshness.
I always thought morning dew comes to cleanse before the sun’s first rays bring to us a new day… more fresh and brand new than the first.
It is life’s gift to us.
Summer
~o~
on 05 Sep 2003 at 6:35am Bough wrote:
Ah, to be always seeing possibility in every gasp for air everyday
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on 26 August 2003 at 11:01am Summer wrote:
Sometime in my adolescence, I wrote, on my bedroom wall, with a red lipstick, “The deepest joy, like the deepest sorrow, is silent.” My mom made me scrub it off but that is neither here nor there…
For some reason, your last paragraph made me want to weep. It makes me think that living in a world where so much angst can be had, joy has indeed become a rare treasure that sometimes people have lost sense of how to deal with it. The way you described read more »
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Sometime in my adolescence, I wrote, on my bedroom wall, with a red lipstick, “The deepest joy, like the deepest sorrow, is silent.” My mom made me scrub it off but that is neither here nor there…
For some reason, your last paragraph made me want to weep. It makes me think that living in a world where so much angst can be had, joy has indeed become a rare treasure that sometimes people have lost sense of how to deal with it. The way you described read more »
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Can we still love someone who has stopped loving us in return?
People come and go into our lives.. friends.. lovers..sometimes even family. We say we love them but do we? Really? What do we do when they stop returning the feelings we have for them? Do we only show love because we are loved back?
I have heard and read numerous advice given to lovers to get out of a one-way relationship, or a friend to terminate the relationship when he or she is being taken advantage of.In all the case read more »
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People come and go into our lives.. friends.. lovers..sometimes even family. We say we love them but do we? Really? What do we do when they stop returning the feelings we have for them? Do we only show love because we are loved back?
I have heard and read numerous advice given to lovers to get out of a one-way relationship, or a friend to terminate the relationship when he or she is being taken advantage of.In all the case read more »
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on 22 August 2003, Summer wrote:
In a twisted way, silence, brought forth out of dismal moments, or maybe not that… maybe even just somber quiet… can be beautiful.
It brings to fore a lot of things we either ignore or unintentionally overlook… things that make us sad or happy, even things that render us defiant against life and its hard knocks… things we’ve never honored with a conscious pervading thought.
I think we need these moments… but not too much. If one would care to toss a bot read more »
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In a twisted way, silence, brought forth out of dismal moments, or maybe not that… maybe even just somber quiet… can be beautiful.
It brings to fore a lot of things we either ignore or unintentionally overlook… things that make us sad or happy, even things that render us defiant against life and its hard knocks… things we’ve never honored with a conscious pervading thought.
I think we need these moments… but not too much. If one would care to toss a bot read more »
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It might be weird for you guys to read this. I seem to be liking a guy who is tall and built. The way i like the guys to be. He got introduced to me first. But then later i introduced one of my friend's to him. She also works with me in the same city. And we have been buddies since school (From KG to 12th ) !! ..awesome frens actually. Then, after the introduction this guy hardly messages or speaks with me. But at the same time he seems to be be calling her all the time. read more »
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Still I’d embrace it
like a pillow to my cold
until the warmth
of another
darkness
- an excerpt from Bough's poem
~o~
on 18 August 2003 at 3:53am, Summer wrote:
Goodness Bough… how is it that these words have been concocted yet were not meant for me?… :)
It’s beautiful… and yet, not as if beauty is all that it takes to be in love… profoundly in love, if I had been… if I ever were.
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like a pillow to my cold
until the warmth
of another
darkness
- an excerpt from Bough's poem
~o~
on 18 August 2003 at 3:53am, Summer wrote:
Goodness Bough… how is it that these words have been concocted yet were not meant for me?… :)
It’s beautiful… and yet, not as if beauty is all that it takes to be in love… profoundly in love, if I had been… if I ever were.
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There was this little caterpillar...her name was Blue. This caterpillar was named after her constant mood. She was often lonely, wallowing in a sea of tears. It was past the time when she should have been transformed into those tiny flying things up in the air. She was a sad little creature who thought that she'd be forever earth-bound. She envied the tiny moths who flitted and floated.. dived and glided with their tiny wings up in the air. She wished she had their freedom.
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16 August 2003 at 1:57am, Summer wrote:
I used to find it a bit stiffening and suffocating to have to curb my ways because of their effect on people and what they bring about. I always thought that we must not allow other people’s limited perceptions to define us.
As I grew older, I realized it’s not so much ‘curbing my ways’ as polishing my person… not so much ‘other people’s limited perceptions’ as my own crude behavior.
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I used to find it a bit stiffening and suffocating to have to curb my ways because of their effect on people and what they bring about. I always thought that we must not allow other people’s limited perceptions to define us.
As I grew older, I realized it’s not so much ‘curbing my ways’ as polishing my person… not so much ‘other people’s limited perceptions’ as my own crude behavior.
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Life is raw material. We are artisans read more »
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I feel so sad today..sad for the passing of a love that wasn't even given a chance to blossom..sad for the lonely heart that is clueless of its fate.. sad for the wandering heart that cannot recognize true love it holds in its hands.
I feel so sad today..sad that I cannot put into words how my own heart is breaking..sad how I am unable to make my love felt by the persons who only see me as some form of window dressing.
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I feel so sad today..sad that I cannot put into words how my own heart is breaking..sad how I am unable to make my love felt by the persons who only see me as some form of window dressing.
I feel so sad today..sad that I have to talk in riddles abo read more »
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