So he says to me, he says:
"I
(want to get in your pants,
don't want to commit to you,
don't really think you're pretty enough for me,
wish you had bigger boobs and a smaller waist,
can't wait to go home,
can't wait till YOU go home,
always think of my ex-girlfirend when we kiss,
wish you didn't talk so much,
am embarassed to be seen with you,
will never really)
love you"
And I was, like, totally floored.
Friday, September 24, 2004
The faithful wife
Since im a literature-ish mood today. Lemme post another poem, this one i got for my A' level prelim literature paper, Poetry Appriciation and Criticism or something... oh, Practical Criticism. Basically, critisising an unseen poem. I was sooo in love with the pome on my first reading of it that i read and reread it repeatedly, anyway, i did well for that question in the end. i read this to my then BF - Mizra and he said it sounds like me. he must've been in a particularly sweet mood when he said that, but i agree. this poem is almost like i wrote it! thats a gramatically wrong sentence but well!
Anyway, this poem describes my attitude towards men and relationships and love! what i've experienced so far with the various shits (men) in my life... see if u get the gist of it...
~~~
The faithful wife:
---------------
But if I were to have a lover, it would be someone
who could take nothing from you. I would, in conscience,
not dishonor you. He and I would eat at Howard Johnson's
which you enjoy and I do not enjoy. With his I would go
fishing because it is not your sport. He would wear blue
which is your worst color; he would have none of your virtues.
Not strong, not proud, not just, not provident, my lover
would blame me for his heart's distress, which you would never
think to do. He and I would drink too much and weep together
and I would bruise his face as I would not bruise your face
even in my dreams. Yes I would dance with him, but to a music
you and I would never choose to hear, and in a place
where you and I would never wish to be. He and I would speak
Spanish, which is not your tongue, and we would take
long walks in fields of burdock, to which you are allergic.
We would make love only in the morning. It would be
altogether different. I would know him with my other body,
the one that you have never asked to see.
- Barbara L. Greenberg
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Dunno if u see the hopes and dreams, disappointments and deep abiding love in the poem... maybe its jus me... well.. haf an amazing day!
Anyway, this poem describes my attitude towards men and relationships and love! what i've experienced so far with the various shits (men) in my life... see if u get the gist of it...
~~~
The faithful wife:
---------------
But if I were to have a lover, it would be someone
who could take nothing from you. I would, in conscience,
not dishonor you. He and I would eat at Howard Johnson's
which you enjoy and I do not enjoy. With his I would go
fishing because it is not your sport. He would wear blue
which is your worst color; he would have none of your virtues.
Not strong, not proud, not just, not provident, my lover
would blame me for his heart's distress, which you would never
think to do. He and I would drink too much and weep together
and I would bruise his face as I would not bruise your face
even in my dreams. Yes I would dance with him, but to a music
you and I would never choose to hear, and in a place
where you and I would never wish to be. He and I would speak
Spanish, which is not your tongue, and we would take
long walks in fields of burdock, to which you are allergic.
We would make love only in the morning. It would be
altogether different. I would know him with my other body,
the one that you have never asked to see.
- Barbara L. Greenberg
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Dunno if u see the hopes and dreams, disappointments and deep abiding love in the poem... maybe its jus me... well.. haf an amazing day!
Red Roses Were Her Favorites
Red roses were her favorites, her name was also Rose.
And every year her husband sent them, tied with pretty bows.
The year he died, the roses were delivered to her door.
The card said, "Be my Valentine," like all the years before.
Each year he sent her roses, and the note would always say,
"I love you even more this year, than last year on this day."
"My love for you will always grow, with every passing year."
She knew this was the last time that the roses would appear.
She thought, he ordered roses in advance before this day.
Her loving husband did not know, that he would pass away.
He always liked to do things early, way before the time.
Then, if he got too busy, everything would work out fine.
She trimmed the stems, and placed them in a very special vase.
Then, sat the vase beside the portrait of his smiling face.
She would sit for hours, in her husband's favorite chair.
While staring at his picture, and the roses sitting there.
A year went by, and it was hard to live without her mate.
With loneliness and solitude, that had become her fate.
Then, the very hour, as on Valentines before,
The doorbell rang, and there were roses, sitting by her door.
She brought the roses in, and then just looked at them in shock.
Then, went to get the telephone, to call the florist shop.
The owner answered, and she asked him, if he would explain,
Why would someone do this to her, causing her such pain?
"I know your husband passed away, more than a year ago,"
The owner said, "I knew you'd call, and you would want to know."
"The flowers you received today, were paid for in advance."
"Your husband always planned ahead, he left nothing to chance."
"There is a standing order, that I have on file down here,
And he has paid, well in advance, you'll get them every year.
There also is another thing, that I think you should know,
He wrote a special little card...he did this years ago."
"Then, should ever, I find out that he's no longer here,
That's the card...that should be sent, to you the following year."
She thanked him and hung up the phone, her tears now flowing hard.
Her fingers shaking, as she slowly reached to get the card.
Inside the card, she saw that he had written her a note.
Then, as she stared in total silence, this is what he wrote...
"Hello my love, I know it's been a year since I've been gone,
I hope it hasn't been too hard for you to overcome."
"I know it must be lonely, and the pain is very real.
For if it was the other way, I know how I would feel.
The love we shared made everything so beautiful in life.
I loved you more than words can say, you were the perfect wife."
"You were my friend and lover, you fulfilled my every need.
I know it's only been a year, but please try not to grieve.
I want you to be happy, even when you shed your tears.
That is why the roses will be sent to you for years."
"When you get these roses, think of all the happiness,
That we had together, and how both of us were blessed.
I have always loved you and I know I always will.
But, my love, you must go on, you have some living still."
"Please...try to find happiness, while living out your days.
I know it is not easy, but I hope you find some ways.
The roses will come every year, and they will only stop,
When your door's not answered, when the florist stops to knock."
"He will come five times that day, in case you have gone out.
But after his last visit, he will know without a doubt,
To take the roses to the place, where I've instructed him,
And place the roses where we are, together once again."
~Author unknown
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
HOW SWEET IS THAT? to care for someone so much that u even bother about their feelings even after you're gone! we would all like to receive such love, but how many can claim to be capable to giving such love? its a world of give and take, not you give, i take, but mutual giving and receiving. we often fail to see that. the world has become so damn fixated with capitalism that the little things in life that make it worth living have been lost, thats why suicide rates are ever increasing!
And every year her husband sent them, tied with pretty bows.
The year he died, the roses were delivered to her door.
The card said, "Be my Valentine," like all the years before.
Each year he sent her roses, and the note would always say,
"I love you even more this year, than last year on this day."
"My love for you will always grow, with every passing year."
She knew this was the last time that the roses would appear.
She thought, he ordered roses in advance before this day.
Her loving husband did not know, that he would pass away.
He always liked to do things early, way before the time.
Then, if he got too busy, everything would work out fine.
She trimmed the stems, and placed them in a very special vase.
Then, sat the vase beside the portrait of his smiling face.
She would sit for hours, in her husband's favorite chair.
While staring at his picture, and the roses sitting there.
A year went by, and it was hard to live without her mate.
With loneliness and solitude, that had become her fate.
Then, the very hour, as on Valentines before,
The doorbell rang, and there were roses, sitting by her door.
She brought the roses in, and then just looked at them in shock.
Then, went to get the telephone, to call the florist shop.
The owner answered, and she asked him, if he would explain,
Why would someone do this to her, causing her such pain?
"I know your husband passed away, more than a year ago,"
The owner said, "I knew you'd call, and you would want to know."
"The flowers you received today, were paid for in advance."
"Your husband always planned ahead, he left nothing to chance."
"There is a standing order, that I have on file down here,
And he has paid, well in advance, you'll get them every year.
There also is another thing, that I think you should know,
He wrote a special little card...he did this years ago."
"Then, should ever, I find out that he's no longer here,
That's the card...that should be sent, to you the following year."
She thanked him and hung up the phone, her tears now flowing hard.
Her fingers shaking, as she slowly reached to get the card.
Inside the card, she saw that he had written her a note.
Then, as she stared in total silence, this is what he wrote...
"Hello my love, I know it's been a year since I've been gone,
I hope it hasn't been too hard for you to overcome."
"I know it must be lonely, and the pain is very real.
For if it was the other way, I know how I would feel.
The love we shared made everything so beautiful in life.
I loved you more than words can say, you were the perfect wife."
"You were my friend and lover, you fulfilled my every need.
I know it's only been a year, but please try not to grieve.
I want you to be happy, even when you shed your tears.
That is why the roses will be sent to you for years."
"When you get these roses, think of all the happiness,
That we had together, and how both of us were blessed.
I have always loved you and I know I always will.
But, my love, you must go on, you have some living still."
"Please...try to find happiness, while living out your days.
I know it is not easy, but I hope you find some ways.
The roses will come every year, and they will only stop,
When your door's not answered, when the florist stops to knock."
"He will come five times that day, in case you have gone out.
But after his last visit, he will know without a doubt,
To take the roses to the place, where I've instructed him,
And place the roses where we are, together once again."
~Author unknown
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
HOW SWEET IS THAT? to care for someone so much that u even bother about their feelings even after you're gone! we would all like to receive such love, but how many can claim to be capable to giving such love? its a world of give and take, not you give, i take, but mutual giving and receiving. we often fail to see that. the world has become so damn fixated with capitalism that the little things in life that make it worth living have been lost, thats why suicide rates are ever increasing!
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