Love of Life Gift of Death
What some people don't realize is how easy it really is to be able to stare into each of your best friends' eyes, their souls, and be willing to say that you love them with every fiber of your being. To be able to say to each of them that if the moment ever came, you would be willing to die for them, without hesitation. However, the difficult thing, the scary thing, is realizing within you that it is true. That you actually care enough about these people, these people that you consider your family, to die for them. They are your life, and no matter what it takes, you will do everything in your power to be there for them, to help them, to hold them, to cry with them, to laugh with them, to love them.
Of course, they don't quite believe you. They don't believe someone can truly care that much about them to be willing to give their life for them. They don't admit it, but they still say thank you and they love you back, but deep down, they're afraid of someone truly loving them that much,
To Catch A Falling StarLast night I dreamed of fallingTo Catch A Falling Star10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Through mist and memory
I felt you calling-
The wishes of your soul
Brought me towards the edge
To see if I could make you whole.
Last night I dreamed of racing
Through blackened earth
I felt your heart aching-
The lonely tears you've cried
Brought me to the edge
Your light my only guide.
Last night I dreamed of finding
The bliss my light has sought
Our souls forever binding-
The love we made
Brought me over the edge
Never was I so afraid.
Last night I dreamed of falling
Through mist and memory
I felt you calling-
Your scent a fragrant rose
Through tear-stained bliss
I found you beneath our willows.
Together we sought
That love so pure-
Now your star is ever caught
And together we shall endure.
Sadism vs. Masochism Love is truly another form of masochism to be sure; giving up a part of ourselves, our souls to love someone. To feel the pain of knowing they love us or don't love us back. However, how many of us stop to think of the pain we cause them by loving them so deeply? Those who are unprepared for such knowledge of love, of feeling, know a great fear within themselves. That fear turns to such pain, that one must wonder if loving someone is also a form of sadism. We cannot of course simply stop loving that person. It just doesn't work that way. We also don't always see the pain we cause them, or maybe we simply choose not to see it. The only question left to ask, left to wonder, is which is more painful? Sadism or Masochism? To be hurt by love or to hurt with it.Sadism vs. Masochism11 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
To see the line between the two, to know the pain of both and to cherish one yet mourn the other takes a sense of humanity few ever come to know. Neither is truly wrong. One
TornForever locked in this prison of fear and uncertaintyTorn11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
These scars hidden from the world
So many tears left to fall
Your care as nothing but deceit
You've left me with nothing
But flashes of pain
And anger unmatched
Rise again so that i may beat you down
Feel my pain, taste your blood
I envy your angel of death
As vengeance escapes my grasp
But while you burn in the fire, I am left to smile
What else can I do?
For the memory that haunts me most
Is how you raped me with the words 'I love you'.
A New Day"Kuso ai shiteru baka!!"A New Day10 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The words echoed through my mind over and over. Sure I knew she cared for me, but I never once thought she loved me. Not a hanyou like myself. But as I look back on my memories I can see that I was to blind to see it
After all the times I went to Kikyo. After all the times I told her to be more like her incarnate. No matter how many times she had to sit me. She always returned to stand by my side. She put aside her feelings just so I could be happy.
Something told me this was the last time. She wouldn't be coming back to me this time. There was nothing holding her here since the jewel was finally completed. No she wouldn't come back on her own.
Why does it even matter to me? I love Kikyo. Or do I? I'm not too sure about anything anymore. One minute I'm morning over Kikyo's death.... errmm end of her walking the Earth. Then the next I'm morning over Kagome's departure.
Love. Something I haven't had much of in my life. Sure I had it back when my mother was alive.