Isolated Blurt Thread

[impressive]

Yummy!

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

That is what I would say to Veronica right now, if she would only listen.

*hugs*

 

[damppanties]

Mango, cruiseliner, dwarf

 

[yevkassem72]

*hugs*

Thank you. Admittedly, it was partly my fault, but I am going through a very rough divorce right now.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Thank you. Admittedly, it was partly my fault, but I am going through a very rough divorce right now.

I'm very sorry to hear that. *hugs* I am not going through one. . .yet.

 

[yevkassem72]

I'm very sorry to hear that. *hugs* I am not going through one. . .yet.

Thank you. Sounds like you are having a difficult time yourself, madame.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Thank you. Sounds like you are having a difficult time yourself, madame.

You're welcome. . . and yes, I am. *hugs*

 

[yevkassem72]

You're welcome. . . and yes, I am. *hugs*

Hugs. You seem nice. I hate to see a woman sad.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Hugs. You seem nice. I hate to see a woman sad.

*smiles* Thanks, I think I am nice. You too seem nice and polite too, two good points in my book.

 

[yevkassem72]

*smiles* Thanks, I think I am nice. You too seem nice and polite too, two good points in my book.

Thank you. So do you. It is because I am a .

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Thank you. So do you. It is because I am a .

You are a frog?

 

[yevkassem72]

You are a frog?

Little joke. I am French. Part-French, actually. People sometimes call the French "frogs".

 

[Nirvanadragones]

I will recall an aching soul and a crying heart
standing in pools of the saddest light
Back to back and moving away
And I knew the tears in your heart
Would soon be on your cheeks.
To wet my fingers as I held your face up to the light
to remember for tomorrow.

Only when it's cold and I'm shivering against the wind...
And suddenly from inside the core of me,
From my deepest depths comes a small warming flame
Which wants to grow,
and I fight it until I realize I need it, want it to flow through me
To fill me because it is you.

when I'm sad and lost, tired of trying
when the tears and pains of the world all seem to be mine.
When there is no one but you who would really understand
the emptiness of my soul, the sorrow of trying and failing,
of knowing that life can be a trial
where the judge and jury sometimes sit with faces of stone,
and will not respond even to a cry from the truest heart.

When I know that the final precious blossom clinging to the tree
will surely fall under the constant, persistent pressing of the wind.

When I know that you, and only you could see all this
and hear all this and be with me in my time of sadness
in silent understanding
and shed tears for my sorrow

And when the day is clear after a rain,
And a new vision of the landscape is visible
to all who will bother to look and see,
When I remember how I felt safe enough with you
to let you see me cry.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Little joke. I am French. Part-French, actually. People sometimes call the French "frogs".

Hmm. . .I did not know this. I've learned something new today. I'm sitting here shaking my head. . .frogs. . .and French, odd. I'm American, but there is French in me somewhere I think; a tiny speck. *looks around* Ah ha! There it is.

 

[scheherazade_79]

I will recall an aching soul and a crying heart
standing in pools of the saddest light
Back to back and moving away
And I knew the tears in your heart
Would soon be on your cheeks.
To wet my fingers as I held your face up to the light
to remember for tomorrow.

Only when it's cold and I'm shivering against the wind...
And suddenly from inside the core of me,
From my deepest depths comes a small warming flame
Which wants to grow,
and I fight it until I realize I need it, want it to flow through me
To fill me because it is you.

when I'm sad and lost, tired of trying
when the tears and pains of the world all seem to be mine.
When there is no one but you who would really understand
the emptiness of my soul, the sorrow of trying and failing,
of knowing that life can be a trial
where the judge and jury sometimes sit with faces of stone,
and will not respond even to a cry from the truest heart.

When I know that the final precious blossom clinging to the tree
will surely fall under the constant, persistent pressing of the wind.

When I know that you, and only you could see all this
and hear all this and be with me in my time of sadness
in silent understanding
and shed tears for my sorrow

And when the day is clear after a rain,
And a new vision of the landscape is visible
to all who will bother to look and see,
When I remember how I felt safe enough with you
to let you see me cry.

Beautiful

Holding you really close, just because I feel like it again

 

[Nirvanadragones]

Beautiful

Holding you really close, just because I feel like it again

I'm holding you too, just because it's feels so good.

 

[ABSTRUSE]

I will recall an aching soul and a crying heart
standing in pools of the saddest light
Back to back and moving away
And I knew the tears in your heart
Would soon be on your cheeks.
To wet my fingers as I held your face up to the light
to remember for tomorrow.

Only when it's cold and I'm shivering against the wind...
And suddenly from inside the core of me,
From my deepest depths comes a small warming flame
Which wants to grow,
and I fight it until I realize I need it, want it to flow through me
To fill me because it is you.

when I'm sad and lost, tired of trying
when the tears and pains of the world all seem to be mine.
When there is no one but you who would really understand
the emptiness of my soul, the sorrow of trying and failing,
of knowing that life can be a trial
where the judge and jury sometimes sit with faces of stone,
and will not respond even to a cry from the truest heart.

When I know that the final precious blossom clinging to the tree
will surely fall under the constant, persistent pressing of the wind.

When I know that you, and only you could see all this
and hear all this and be with me in my time of sadness
in silent understanding
and shed tears for my sorrow

And when the day is clear after a rain,
And a new vision of the landscape is visible
to all who will bother to look and see,
When I remember how I felt safe enough with you
to let you see me cry.

I YOU

 

[yevkassem72]

Hmm. . .I did not know this. I've learned something new today. I'm sitting here shaking my head. . .frogs. . .and French, odd. I'm American, but there is French in me somewhere I think; a tiny speck. *looks around* Ah ha! There it is.

Ah, funny. Very clever. I am also Lebanese. Yes, that is me. Half-French, half-Lebanese.

Yes, I do not understand the use of that term for us Frenchmen. It is apparently to be derogatory, though I do not get the insult. So I mock it by calling myself a frog sometimes.

 

[yevkassem72]

Beautiful

I concur. I love great poetry. Very deep and passionate verse like that.

 

[scheherazade_79]

I'm holding you too, just because it's feels so good.

I missed you I'm never falling off a skateboard again

 

[Nirvanadragones]

I missed you I'm never falling off a skateboard again

I missed you too. The next time you go boarding, I'm going with you to wrap you in cottonwool

I YOU

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Ah, funny. Very clever. I am also Lebanese. Yes, that is me. Half-French, half-Lebanese.

Yes, I do not understand the use of that term for us Frenchmen. It is apparently to be derogatory, though I do not get the insult. So I mock it by calling myself a frog sometimes.

I'm not sure why being a frog would be derogatory. . .Kiss them and you get a Prince! I could use a Prince right about now.

 

[yevkassem72]

I'm not sure why being a frog would be derogatory. . .Kiss them and you get a Prince! I could use a Prince right about now.

Me, neither. Must be cultural. Kiss me. I might not be a Prince, but I will put you in a better mood, I hope.

 

[scheherazade_79]

I missed you too. The next time you go boarding, I'm going with you to wrap you in cottonwool

I had two coats on.

 

[impressive]

I had two coats on.

On your head?