A musical present for a man who will probably never see it, who never looks here, who has been gone now for as long as he was here. I keep trying to walk away from from him, from the memories, but I still think of him every single day, I will miss him t we had every day for the rest of my life.
Friday, November 25, 2011
Monday, May 30, 2011
It has been a long time...
Haven't felt like blogging much of late. April was a rough month in RL. Way too many funerals. Early May just reminded me of all I have lost in SL and in RL. I turned 4 years old in SL on May 13th. Four years ago at this time I met a man in Second Life. Falling in love with him was one of the most intense and beautiful things I have ever experienced.
Our "anniversary" is coming up this week. I loved him. Still love him. We had an amazing couple of years together, but our SL spilled over into our RL and he left me. I still am not sure what went wrong. We tried being friends instead of lovers, but he has drifted farther and farther away and now I never hear from him anymore. I still think of him every day. And every single time I think of him I still feel the cold empty ache of that loss.
Mostly that's why I have not been in SL and why I have not been blogging.
As he used to say: It is what it is.
Our "anniversary" is coming up this week. I loved him. Still love him. We had an amazing couple of years together, but our SL spilled over into our RL and he left me. I still am not sure what went wrong. We tried being friends instead of lovers, but he has drifted farther and farther away and now I never hear from him anymore. I still think of him every day. And every single time I think of him I still feel the cold empty ache of that loss.
Mostly that's why I have not been in SL and why I have not been blogging.
As he used to say: It is what it is.
Thursday, April 7, 2011
My poetry choice for today... and for D
| If My Voice Is Not Reaching You | ||
| by Afzal Ahmed Syed | ||
| If my voice is not reaching you add to it the echo— echo of ancient epics And to that— a princess And to the princess—your beauty And to your beauty— a lover's heart And in the lover's heart a dagger | ||
from Poets.org
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Quote du Jour: from "Epilogue" by Mark Tredinnick
There will come
a morning
I don’t wake and think first of you.
But that day can wait.
See the entire poem here at Terrain.org.
a morning
I don’t wake and think first of you.
But that day can wait.
See the entire poem here at Terrain.org.
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
Winter Ball in Steelhead Nevermore
Steelhead Nevermore is a steampunk sim with a bit of gothic flavor. You really should go see it to believe this lovely build: http://slurl.com/secondlife/Steelhead%20Nevermoor/128/128/27
Monday, February 14, 2011
Friday, February 11, 2011
A poem for a Lost Love
| When We Two Parted | ||
| by George Gordon Byron | ||
When we two parted
In silence and tears,
Half broken-hearted
To sever for years,
Pale grew thy cheek and cold,
Colder thy kiss;
Truly that hour foretold
Sorrow to this.
The dew of the morning
Sunk chill on my brow--
It felt like the warning
Of what I feel now.
Thy vows are all broken,
And light is thy fame;
I hear thy name spoken,
And share in its shame.
They name thee before me,
A knell to mine ear;
A shudder comes o'er me--
Why wert thou so dear?
They know not I knew thee,
Who knew thee too well--
Long, long shall I rue thee,
Too deeply to tell.
In secret we met--
In silence I grieve,
That thy heart could forget,
Thy spirit deceive.
If I should meet thee
After long years,
How should I greet thee?--
With silence and tears. | ||
--shamelessly
(check out all their Valentine's Day poems at: Love Poems
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