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somewhere, sometime, ahead in the
[flash of minnows/sliding/winding/melody on the edge of hearing]
ebb and flow, unfolding of time,
I sense your presence
in paradox; I looked over my shoulder
didn't I leave you far behind?
once, you held me
your eyes the mighty flames of the forge
your words of parting a crude hammer
striking and striking the steel of my will
“I want to help you.”
“What if I told you I'd found someone?”
“I'm sorry that you felt that way.”
and I bend
again
and again
and again
to your fiery eyes and the force of your hammer-words
you strike with great care for your craft
each unspoken word plunges my soul
deep into the cooling oil until
[ripples of steel/ribbons of silver]
I found myself forged anew
my Damascus soul
forged and reforged
the sword of truth cuts lies like gossamer
rending silk threads
[gentle torn webs floating in the breeze]
and you can't touch me without bleeding.
the blade at my side, I step off the path
walking away from an ancient past
from you
taking my soul-blade to fight my own battles,
the forge that made me a spark in the distance
somewhere, sometime, ahead in the
[singing steel/whistle and shimmer/a river aglitter with starlight]
I whisper a prayer in the din of battle
I sense your presence
in paradox; I looked over my shoulder
didn't I leave you far behind?
[flash of minnows/sliding/winding/melody on the edge of hearing]
ebb and flow, unfolding of time,
I sense your presence
in paradox; I looked over my shoulder
didn't I leave you far behind?
once, you held me
your eyes the mighty flames of the forge
your words of parting a crude hammer
striking and striking the steel of my will
“I want to help you.”
“What if I told you I'd found someone?”
“I'm sorry that you felt that way.”
and I bend
again
and again
and again
to your fiery eyes and the force of your hammer-words
you strike with great care for your craft
each unspoken word plunges my soul
deep into the cooling oil until
[ripples of steel/ribbons of silver]
I found myself forged anew
my Damascus soul
forged and reforged
the sword of truth cuts lies like gossamer
rending silk threads
[gentle torn webs floating in the breeze]
and you can't touch me without bleeding.
the blade at my side, I step off the path
walking away from an ancient past
from you
taking my soul-blade to fight my own battles,
the forge that made me a spark in the distance
somewhere, sometime, ahead in the
[singing steel/whistle and shimmer/a river aglitter with starlight]
I whisper a prayer in the din of battle
I sense your presence
in paradox; I looked over my shoulder
didn't I leave you far behind?
Literature
Distance love
Hey there stranger
at the other end of this conversation.
I told you to go and look for love somewhere else.
I told you to stay positive and not feel guilty.
Why did you stay~?
Hey there friend
at the other end.
Didn't I tell you I need physical touch~?
And didn't I tell you to fall out of love~?
Why did I stay~?
Hey there crush...
slowly making me blush.
Why are you so perfect but yet so imperfect~?
How did you see past my flaws and still love me~?
Why did we stay~?
Hey there... lover
there is more to discover...
Why did I fall in love with you~?
Why does you God make it so hard for us~?
When will you come~?
Hey there boyfriend
Literature
Is This Love?
I walk down a crooked, broken pathway
A lone tear permanently attached to my cheek
Exhaustion explodes from every pore
Food will not satisfy
Water will not quench
All hope is gone
But as long as I'm with you, I will not stumble
You are all I need to satisfy and quench my needs
Hope will slowly return
My heart is broken;
Lies nearly dead in a heap of despair
Little pieces are broken off here and there
They won't be coming back.
But you are slowly piecing me back together
You are bringing life back into mi corazon
I have faith you can find the missing pieces
When we're together, I feel balanced
I'm madly in love in a calm way
Literature
I dream of long journeys
My mind moves in more than one place,
I dream of long journeys constantly.
My soul cannot find a place of rest, peaceful sanctuary:
It roams about wading through mud, ice, and grime.
I cannot fathom its destination, however much I may try.
I know of this, though:
Always, it travels through land, sea, and air, --
(Not much to know, I know, but I desist)
Stopping at last where the sea at night weeps,
Where its waves break openly, clinging to frigid beach,
That is where I am:
My back against the cold, damp sand,
My feet against the fading east.
I watch the bright stars shining,
The howling wind, the roaring sea, --
The beat of my
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Damascus steel is a mixture of both hard and soft steel that is folded and layered upon itself again and again until it's mixed and marbled. The effect is a resilient blade with the benefits of flexibility with a good cutting edge. From what I understand, it's an old Celtic practice.
I feel like this process happened to me, from the many batterings I took from people who used me, but most specifically from the man I fell in love with who hasn't returned those feelings for a long time. (Yet, he won't tell me he doesn't love me, and that I just don't understand.) Every time he acted with fondness, even love, toward me, was a hammer-strike to my will and it always caused great confusion. When he inevitably found someone as he's eager to settle down, it was just as hard a strike.
But now I see I can take that experience and use it to my advantage. He didn't truly make me -- I made me, by choosing to compress instead of shatter -- but I do think that the process made me stronger.
So I'm moving on. At least, doing my best to move on. Strangely, I sense that he is in my future somehow, and I don't understand how this could possibly be, or under what circumstances. Will he be an enemy? An ally? I truly have no idea, but I suppose I will find out eventually.
I feel like this process happened to me, from the many batterings I took from people who used me, but most specifically from the man I fell in love with who hasn't returned those feelings for a long time. (Yet, he won't tell me he doesn't love me, and that I just don't understand.) Every time he acted with fondness, even love, toward me, was a hammer-strike to my will and it always caused great confusion. When he inevitably found someone as he's eager to settle down, it was just as hard a strike.
But now I see I can take that experience and use it to my advantage. He didn't truly make me -- I made me, by choosing to compress instead of shatter -- but I do think that the process made me stronger.
So I'm moving on. At least, doing my best to move on. Strangely, I sense that he is in my future somehow, and I don't understand how this could possibly be, or under what circumstances. Will he be an enemy? An ally? I truly have no idea, but I suppose I will find out eventually.
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This is such a great painting of the inner effects on one's strength and character when one is constantly torn apart. It's very much like Temperance, in the literal sense of the word; folding in new experiences to make yourself stronger, however irrevocably different.
Like I told you before, my instinct is that it's always best to allow things to come to be naturally and not try to force anything, so I think walking away is a good idea. You know what things are meant to be, and I don't think there's real point in worrying too much about them before it's their time.
Apart from thaaaaat, I really love how haunting and echoing this whole piece is! The "[flash of minnows/sliding/winding/melody on the edge of hearing]" line is a perfect illustration of the feeling you're describing; like something you're close to but can't quite grasp. And I really like the beginning and ending stanzas; how they're similar but not exactly mirrored. I've read this over a few times over several days and it's left me with a chill down my spine at the end each time!
Like I told you before, my instinct is that it's always best to allow things to come to be naturally and not try to force anything, so I think walking away is a good idea. You know what things are meant to be, and I don't think there's real point in worrying too much about them before it's their time.
Apart from thaaaaat, I really love how haunting and echoing this whole piece is! The "[flash of minnows/sliding/winding/melody on the edge of hearing]" line is a perfect illustration of the feeling you're describing; like something you're close to but can't quite grasp. And I really like the beginning and ending stanzas; how they're similar but not exactly mirrored. I've read this over a few times over several days and it's left me with a chill down my spine at the end each time!