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Thread: The Seasons
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11-19-2017, 12:11 PM #461
Unrequited Love*
She loved him. But he didn’t know how to love.
He could talk about love. He could see love and feel love. But he couldn’t give love.
He could make love. But he couldn’t make promises.
She had desperately wanted his promises.
She wanted his heart, knew she couldn’t have it so she took what she could get.
Temporary bliss. Passionate highs and lows. Withdrawal and manipulation.
He only stayed long enough to take what he needed and keep moving.
If he stopped moving, he would self-destruct.
If he stopped wandering, he would have to face himself.
He chose to stay in the dark where he couldn’t see.
If he exposed himself and the sun came out, he’d see his shadow.
He was deathly afraid of his shadow.
She saw his shadow, loved it, understood it. Saw potential in it.
She thought her love would change him.
He pushed and he pulled, tested boundaries, thinking she would never leave.
He knew he was hurting her, but didn’t know how to share anything but pain.
He was only comfortable in chaos. Claiming souls before they could claim him.
Her love, her body, she had given to him and he’d taken with such feigned sincerity, absorbing every drop of her.
His dark heart concealed.
She’d let him enter her spirit and stroke her soul where everything is love and sensation and surrender.
Wide open, exposed to deception.
It had never occurred to her that this desire was not love.
It was blinding the way she wanted him.
She couldn’t see what was really happening, only what she wanted to happen.
She suspected that he would always seek to minimize the risk of being split open, his secrets revealed.
He valued his soul’s privacy far more than he valued the intimacy of sincere connection so he kept his distance at any and all costs.
Intimacy would lead to his undoing - in his mind, an irrational and indulgent mistake.
When she discovered his indiscretions, she threw love in his face and beat him with it.
Somewhere deep down, in her labyrinth, her intricacy, the darkest part of her soul, she relished the mayhem.
She felt a sense of privilege for having such passion in her life.
He stirred her core.
The place she dared not enter.
The place she could not stir for herself.
But something wasn’t right.
His eyes were cold and dark.
His energy, unaffected.
He laughed at her and her antics, told her she was a mess.
Frantic, she looked for love hiding in his eyes, in his face, in his stance, and she found nothing but disdain.
And her heart stopped.
G.G. Renee Hill
*The Beautiful Disruption
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11-20-2017, 08:51 AM #462
Hình & Bóng
1.
Họ là hình với bóng.
Đôi khi, họ chuyển chỗ cho nhau - người này làm hình, người kia làm chiếc bóng.
Những ngày nắng thì như thế.
Nhưng khi những ngày mưa đến, chẳng ai trong họ muốn làm chiếc bóng chập chờn lung linh.
Giọt mưa nghiêng rơi xuống bậc thềm rêu, ngơ ngẩn:
- Ơ..bóng của tôi đâu?
Họ nhìn nhau - lặng thinh.
Có lẽ phải chờ đến lúc mặt trời lên, họ mới có thể tìm được câu trả lời.
Ah, hình như đang có một bình minh rùng mình nở rộ trên ngọn cây phong lá đỏ...
Giọt mưa nghiêng e ấp co mình khô.
Câu trả lời của họ - (nếu có) - rơi vào thinh không.
2.
Anh không là hình. Em không là bóng.
Không như mặt trăng & mặt trời, chúng ta đã không thể phản chiếu cho nhau.
Có phải vì chúng ta đã chọn lầm thế kỷ...
Để tìm nhau?
3.
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11-21-2017, 05:04 AM #463
Falling leaves*
Một chiếc lá đỏ bâng khuâng trên cành khô...
Một chiếc lá vàng băn khoăn trên cỏ úa...
Gió ơi, gió ở đâu?
- Tôi rơi xuống nhé?
- Đừng. Hãy để tôi bay lên.
- Rơi xuống dễ hơn bay lên, cô mình ạ!
- Nhưng rơi sẽ đau. Bay êm ái hơn, có phải?
- Thế thì bay đi.
Chiếc lá vàng oằn mình theo cơn gió vừa tình cờ lướt đến...
Nó chỉ chập chờn bay được đến gốc cây cổ thụ rồi nằm im, ngậm ngùi nhìn lên.
Chiếc lá đỏ ngó xuống, thở dài.
Gió cất tiếng cười ranh mãnh:
- Có muốn tôi giúp hộ không?
Chiếc lá đỏ vội gật rồi hớn hở buông thân vào tay gió cuốn...
Nó không rơi xuống gốc cây như dự định mà lại rơi vèo ngay sang phía sau bức tường đá xám đang buồn bã đóng rêu xanh.
Hai chiếc lá thế là không gặp được nhau.
Đành phải hẹn lại mùa sau...
Mùa sau, nhé nhé!
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11-21-2017, 09:51 AM #464
Making potato salad for U*
1. Do it!
Ingredients:
6 cups cubed red-skinned potatoes, unpeeled (about 1 1/4 pounds)
Salt
2 ounces bacon (2 or 3 strips)
1 cup chopped bell pepper (any color or a combination)
1/4 cup minced red onion
1/4 cup sliced scallions (about 2 scallions)
1/4 cup extra-virgin olive oil
3 tablespoons red wine vinegar
1 tablespoon dijon mustard
1 tablespoon mayonnaise
Freshly ground pepper
Directions:
Put the potatoes in a large pot, add water just to cover and season with 1/4 teaspoon salt. Bring to a boil over medium-high heat and cook until tender, 8 to 10 minutes. Drain and cool slightly.
Meanwhile, cook the bacon in a large skillet until crisp. Drain on paper towels and finely chop.
In a large bowl, combine the potatoes, chopped bacon, bell pepper, onion and scallions.
In a small bowl, whisk the olive oil, vinegar, mustard, mayonnaise, 1/4 teaspoon salt and 1/4 teaspoon pepper. Pour over the potato mixture, tossing gently to coat. Cover and refrigerate or serve at room temperature.
*Recipe courtesy of Paula Deen for Food Network Magazine
2. Enjoy!
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11-21-2017, 05:44 PM #465
*Esp. 4U, a very-gentle-man who prefers Keats & Milton than to ever let a woman in his life!
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11-22-2017, 06:08 AM #466
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11-23-2017, 04:51 AM #467
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11-26-2017, 12:23 PM #468
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11-27-2017, 04:35 AM #469
Florence*
Text from G.
"What do you want to say to FLR?"
Ah,
Nói với FLR - tôi sẽ đến.
Một ngày. Không xa lắm.
Nói với FLR - tôi sẽ đến một mình.
Người bạn đồng hành đã bỏ cuộc.
Con tàu đã chuyển sân ga.
Ah,
Nói với FLR - đừng thất vọng.
Dù sao - tôi vẫn tôi.
Giấc mơ tội nghiệp vẫn còn đâu đó.
Giữa đất trời.
Trong nắng & trên những vòm cây.
Xanh.
Như màu áo của một người.
Ah,
Nói với FLR:
Chờ!
Another text from someone else:
"I must be a fool to believe you!"
Ah,
Indeed.
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11-28-2017, 04:47 AM #470
If you were coffee
You would be bitter and strong
The kind that makes my heart palpitate its way out of my chest
The kind that can turn my thoughts manic
Oh, just the way I would like it
I like it!
Nessie Q.