Dear X:

[FallingToFly]

Morning falls like rain,
Into the city life, there goes another night.
Losing my breath in waves,
Knowing that every crash, is bleeding the hour glass.

Taking the strife, from all our lives.

Everyone keeps talking,
They'll promise you everything, they don't mean anything.
We may lose our focus,
There's just too many words, we're never meant to learn.

And we don't feel so alive.

Say goodbye, these days are gone,
And we can't, keep holding on,
When all we need, is some relief,
Through these hard times.

Move your hands in circles,
Keeping me hypnotized, the power behind your eyes.
Move around your bedroom,
Cursing the naked sky, you should be here tonight.

But you stay alone and cry.

Say goodbye, these days are gone,
And we can't, keep holding on,
When all we need, is some relief,
Through these hard times.

There's something missing,
You'll never feel it but you,
You're gonna feel it when its gone,
When its gone.

Say goodbye, these days are gone,
And we can't, keep holding on,
When all we need, is some relief,
Through these hard times.

These hard times, hard times, hard times,
Say goodbye, these days are gone,
Say goodbye, these days are gone,
These days are gone.

 

[FallingToFly]

"Putting The Damage On"

Glue
Stuck to my shoes
Does anyone konw why you play with an orange rind
You say you packed my things
And divided what was mine you're off to the mountain top
I say her skinny legs could use sun
But now I'm wishing
For my best impression
Of my best Angie Dickinson
But now I've got to worry
Cause boy you still look pretty
When you're putt the damage on

Don't make me scratch on you door
I never left you
For a banjo
I only just turned around for a poodle
And a corvette
And my impression
of my best Angie Dickinson
But now I've got to worry
Cause boy you still look pretty
When you're putting the damage on

I'm trying not to move
It's just you ghost
Passing through
I said
I'm trying not to move
It's just your ghost passing through
It's just your ghost
Passing through
And now
I'm quite sure
There's a light in you platoon
I never seen a light move
LIke yours
Can do to Me
So now I'm wishing
For my best impression
of my best Angie Dickinson
But now I've got to worry
Cause boy you still look pretty
To me
But I've got a place to go
I've got a ticket to your late show
And now I'm worrying cause even still
You sure are pretty
When you're putting the damage on
Yes
When you're putting the damage on
You're just so pretty
When you're putting the damage on

 

[Katyusha]

Dear J,

When is it going to make sense? When am I going to understand why you're gone? You were here and then you weren't...I don't get it. This isn't supposed to happen, not to people our age...circumstances or no circumstances. You're supposed to still be here, taking care of her in this life, laughing with us in this life, not from the next one. It's tough for me to think that the last time I saw you was six months ago...when I went to get the kittens. It was such a brief visit...I never thought that would be the last time I'd see you.

She said how she felt you a few days ago, just a hand on her, while she cried and cried and cried. Maybe someday you'll be able to tell us what happened, and maybe not. All I can do is pray for the day to come when we all feel you but no longer grieve for you.

 

[cc'skittykat]

Dear X,

I am sorry I have to push, but 5 years of asking the same questions with vague answers is too much for me.

I gave you time.

Now it is time for you to return the favor.

Love,
Me

 

[Tarakin]

Dear J,

When is it going to make sense? When am I going to understand why you're gone? You were here and then you weren't...I don't get it. This isn't supposed to happen, not to people our age...circumstances or no circumstances. You're supposed to still be here, taking care of her in this life, laughing with us in this life, not from the next one. It's tough for me to think that the last time I saw you was six months ago...when I went to get the kittens. It was such a brief visit...I never thought that would be the last time I'd see you.

She said how she felt you a few days ago, just a hand on her, while she cried and cried and cried. Maybe someday you'll be able to tell us what happened, and maybe not. All I can do is pray for the day to come when we all feel you but no longer grieve for you.

 

[Lady_Guenivere]

Dear X,

I am confused by your lack of motivation and depression. It frustrates me that you can't pull yourself up, dust yourself off, and move on! You have always had the ability to be positive and see the bright side. You have always been focused and driven. You have reached your goals in the past. You have accomplished incredible things. Why are you letting it all slip away?

For fucksakes. Pull yourself together.

Guenivere (to herself)

 

[Brute_Force]

Dear X,

You are just about the dumbest person I've ever run across. It's a painful thing to watch someone who cannot acknowledge their own pathetic qualities of ignorance and unattractiveness. Get a mirror, sweetheart, and after you have a good long look, go jump off a cliff.

Brute Force

 

[FallingToFly]

I have loved you more than I ever thought I could.

I should have never met you.

 

[FallingToFly]

It doesn't matter how many different ways you phrase it- you are still telling me that I'm a whore.

I can't believe I was stupid enough to ever trust another man.

 

[Darkniciad]

It doesn't matter how many different ways you phrase it- you are still telling me that I'm a whore.

I can't believe I was stupid enough to ever trust another man.

*Hugs*

 

[Kitty_Schrödinger]

Dear X,
I'm quite used to being let down and how to say "doesn't matter" and "it's OK" in cheerful voice- while I dig nails in my palms and my heart sinks.

just me

 

[crvygirl]

Dear X,
I'm quite used to being let down and how to say "doesn't matter" and "it's OK" in cheerful voice- while I dig nails in my palms and my heart sinks.

just me

Hugs. I know this one really well.

 

[FallingToFly]

Dear X:

Continuing to beat a dead horse does not a balm to the spirit make.

You've already killed it, skinned it, and started to cook the meat. There's nothing more to do but swallow it, shit it out, and move on to the next meal.

 

[Handley_Page]

Dear X:

Continuing to beat a dead horse does not a balm to the spirit make.
There's nothing more to do but swallow it, shit it out, and move on to the next meal.

< hugs >

 

[MzDeviancy]

Dear ---,

Fuck you. None of you even know your retarded fucking rules, and you all deserve to be punched in the face. It blows my mind that money from me contributes to paying your salaries. I have little doubt that one day your stupidity is going to push someone too far, and they are going to walk into your office and bludgeon all of you.

D, you in particular are an annoying little gnome. One day I may step on you.

MzD

 

[jayce1066]

Dear X,

When a cure if found for attention-whoredom, I hope you are first in line to get fixed.

j

 

[oggbashan]

Dear Councillor X,

When I said that I intended to put a war poem on every notice board in our park, I meant it. The notice boards, as you knew, are to explain the history of our park and the features in it.

The war poem will be on a small section of each large notice board. I do not need to ask your permission, nor that of parents of children, to post the poetry. The children study war poetry at least twice as part of the mandatory National Curriculum.

It is the War Memorial Park, around a War Memorial, with an Avenue of Remembrance leading into it. It was given to our town as a War Memorial, to remember those of our town who died in World War I. It was built with the help of freely given volunteer labour - to be a War Memorial. It now has the names of those who died in World War I, in World War II, in Korea, the Falkland Islands and Iraq. Some of those who died were barely older than the "children" you want to protect by banning war poetry. If you had read any you would know that most of the poetry is about the futility of war, not celebrating its so-called glory.

Your suggestion that war poetry is inappropriate in our park insults those who died and their families who are still a significant part of our town.

Stick to fixing potholes!

Og

 

[Handley_Page]

Thanks Ogg. Kinda reminds me of this:-


Twenty Heroes

There were thirty million English who talked of England's might,
There were twenty broken troopers who lacked a bed for the night.
They had neither food nor money, they had neither service nor trade;
They were only shiftless soldiers, the last of the Light Brigade.

They felt that life was fleeting; they knew not that art was long,
That though they were dying of famine, they lived in deathless song.
They asked for a little money to keep the wolf from the door;
And the thirty million English sent twenty pounds and four !

They laid their heads together that were scarred and lined and grey;
Keen were the Russian sabres, but want was keener than they;
And an old Troop-Sergeant muttered, "Let us go to the man who writes
The things on Balaclava the kiddies at school recites."

They went without bands or colours, a regiment ten-file strong,
To look for the Master-singer who had crowned them all in his song;
And, waiting his servant's order, by the garden gate they stayed,
A desolate little cluster, the last of the Light Brigade.

They strove to stand to attention, to straighten the toil-bowed back;
They drilled on an empty stomach, the loose-knit files fell slack;
With stooping of weary shoulders, in garments tattered and frayed,
They shambled into his presence, the last of the Light Brigade.

The old Troop-Sergeant was spokesman, and "Beggin' your pardon," he said,
"You wrote o' the Light Brigade, sir. Here's all that isn't dead.
An' it's all come true what you wrote, sir, regardin' the mouth of hell;
For we're all of us nigh to the workhouse, an' we thought we'd call an' tell.

"No, thank you, we don't want food, sir; but couldn't you take an' write
A sort of 'to be continued' and 'see next page' o' the fight?
We think that someone has blundered, an' couldn't you tell 'em how?
You wrote we were heroes once, sir. Please, write we are starving now."

The poor little army departed, limping and lean and forlorn.
And the heart of the Master-singer grew hot with "the scorn of scorn."
And he wrote for them wonderful verses that swept the land like flame,
Till the fatted souls of the English were scourged with the thing called Shame.

O thirty million English that babble of England's might,
Behold there are twenty heroes who lack their food to-night;
Our children's children are lisping to "honour the charge they made - "
And we leave to the streets and the workhouse the charge of the Light Brigade

 

[cloudy]

Dear X,

When I left you two years ago it made you angry. Was it because you loved me? You couldn't even say it. You couldn't even pretend to say it like some people do.

Was it because you needed me? You didn't need need me. You had someone else waiting for you and yet another supporting you that you wouldn't leave even though you hated him. Or so you said.

Was it because you wanted me? For what? To bow down and kiss your feet and make you feel special when all the while you gave less and less back?

Or was it because your lies and your true motives had been found out? Was it because I saw through the bullshit and knew you had played me for a fool?

Or was it just because I decided you were not good enough for me. Could you blame me under the circumstances?

Yes I said I would love you forever. And I still love the person I thought you were. But that wasn't you was it.

I'd bet good money I haven't crossed your mind since a week after I hung up on you. Yes, I must have been very imortant to you.Especially since I hadn't heard a word from you in 6 months before that.

Hope you're doing well. I'm doing SOOO much better without you.

And remember when your phone doesn't ring, that'll be me.

Yours... well, no never really was, was I?

M

PS. Do you even remember my name?

She said she was sorry, and was very, very sincere. And yes, she knows your name still.

It wasn't pretend, it was real. And she's glad you're doing well - honestly.

 

[SlavetooneDesire]

Dear You know who you are,

I sit here frustrated with myself and you. I want you, but you seem more content to tease me instead. Everytime I see you my loins tingle with an anticipation that never comes. I try not to come on to strong as I don't want to scare you off, but things said between us have me thinking too much. It's bad enough sex is always on my mind as it is, but to have it within reach is even worse.

And then once again I sit here frustrated with myself and you...

H.

 

[Handley_Page]

It doesn't matter how many different ways you phrase it- you are still telling me that I'm a whore.

I can't believe I was stupid enough to ever trust another man.

Please don't hold it against all men. We ain't all rotters.

 

[oggbashan]

Dear Local Police,

When we have a long-scheduled meeting to get the public and the Police talking together, it is rather pointless if you don't bother to turn up.

We are only one of several similar groups throughout our district but we are the one with the highest incidence of recorded crime - because we are the town centre where the entertainment, the shops and the alcohol outlets are. We have more recorded crime than the total of all other groups - yet you didn't bother to come.

If you don't turn up for the next one, we won't be complaining to the local Inspector, nor will we copy our complaint to the district superintendent, we'll ask the County's Chief Constable to explain. We'll ask the question, not in a letter, not in an email, not in our local paper, but on the TV news.

Og

PS. The question won't be asked by Og, a community representative, but by Og and three magistrates, two County Councillors and four City Councillors, all of whom were very annoyed yesterday.

 

[Katyusha]

Dear Kittens,

For fuck's sake CALM DOWN!!!!

Love,
Your owner

 

[Salvor-Hardon]

Dear Kittens,

For fuck's sake CALM DOWN!!!!

Love,
Your owner

Dear owner,

we found the cat nip. Good stuff! We're buzzing


Signed,
Your cats

 

[MzDeviancy]

Dear X,

What happened was very disappointing, and you knew that was going to be very hard on you emotionally. But you're destroying your hopes for the future by dealing with it this way. Keep laying in bed all day, skipping school and practice, being late for work, and half-assing everything that you do get up to do, and you'll really have something to be depressed about. If you turn it around now, you'll feel better and you'll preserve some chance of accomplishing the goals you had.