Wednesday Mar 05, 2003

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I can't divide up my wants and inadaquecies
into neat little piles,
though I wish I could
my need for a companion is now overbearing
I feel the chill like a
jagged blade running from my top to my bottom
I am begging now
desperate
for I have nothing to hold back
I believe not in self respect
but self love
any love
someone else
the dream beats quicker
building to an orgasm
of sound and feeling
so few degrees between us
you and I
that we are nearly one
sending out messages
far and wide
I must be impressed upon another world
not this one
but one just like it
where my nipples make
coherent statements
without the use of my mouth
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nonservium:
Beautiful writing. I can't say that I agree. I think self love begins with self respect. If you are not worthy of your own love, then why would you be worthy of anothers? A need so profound for a companion is only masking the inadequecies you speak of. And it will mask any relationship with a person- fufilling a need but with little to do with love.

I'll leave you with a poem from Dorothy Parker before I drag my ass off to bed for work.

By the time you swear you're his,
Shivering and sighing,
And he declares his passion is,
Infinite and undying,
Lady make a note of this,
One of you is lying.

[Edited on Mar 05, 2003]
maelwys:
Games and films most likely, although we often pass that and talk instead. Depends on how all of us feel after a day at work smile Games can be very cathartic when you've been slaving all day long.

Nice entry, I wouldnt mind writing well like that, all mine are historical or fantasy related stories. I tend to balls up anything else or my mind goes blank.

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