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My heart's blood courses with such feverish pace when my mind's eye rests its sight upon her
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What was said.... beth BitchRich My heart's blood courses with such feverish pace when my mind's eye rests its sight upon her The heart's blood courses with feverish pace for many possible reasons....be sure to look within the one way mirror and see if it should perhaps be a two way mirror...only then will you see if you were looking at only your reflection or if maybe you are confident of your presence and are willing to consider another's reflection no matter what it looks like. Be sure you can handle the sight and open your blinders with a full heart! Bitchrich, your heart needs to run full force into the system of life in order to have the power of will to survive the trials your eyes envision for the future. Beth
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worst case scenario the deaf leading the blind words have no meaning actions fail intentions the solitude of of being too close one way, both ways, no way there never was a mirror is this the point of no return or the opportunity to turn in a new direction love and hate share a small bed
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Love and Hate sharing a small bed can be make one feel as if one may not have any room to turn any way you'd like and therefore, you can say that there is only one thing to do but either stay where you are or make the effort to move in the position that is more comfortable..... With those words you expressed....I feel panic and a desperation ...My heart aches with reading those words as it appears that I am not comfortable to be in the bed with. I have always had a two way mirror..... I look into the mirror and I see not only myself, but you too with the feeling of it never being any other way. I'm desperate and exhausted to express my extraordinary love and seem to be defeated in communicating the extent of my love and devotion.....and frusterated that your mind's eye doesn't look upon a mirror that sees me in with you. Oh! Ouch! My heart hurts! Only wish to have the love that I so surely love be returned back to me and that the other reflection that I've always seen with me in the mirror to understand the awesome, loyal and unconditional love I feel. Only you can begin to try to reflect upon what I've said and begin to understand by wanting to.....by wanting that two way mirror! No one can be made to want to try to see. When you are ready.....you'll either want this coupled reflection or you will want another vision. you decide
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everyone called me beth for a year, back in first grade. i read little women earlier that year; i wanted to be beth, because being beth meant that i was strong, and capable, and independent. being beth meant that i had something to offer. so the teacher called me beth, faithfully. for the entire year. my name is liz. liz backwards is zil. i don't know who beth is anymore.
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It's been a year and a half, but I still want you, you punk kid. We were on the same trip, riding in the same car. I painted your toenails during the overnight train ride. I chased you around, howling Elvis songs to you. We bugged the hell out of everyone, being so different in age and class. We loved each other just the same. But we were too different. I love literature, the New York Times, foreign policy, and beautiful words that hang in the air, glowing like stars. You were a gangly seventeen year old, a horse girl, who liked drinking and running around. The adorable brat. You were everyone's Britney Spears, the movie star who lived with us mortals. You wanted me to make you pregnant, so you could have my baby. What would that have been like? I would have wanted you to read, to learn, to appreciate the beautiful things that decorate my life. You wanted me to buy you a horse ranch, and become a gentleman cowboy. We would have punished each other, and then torn apart, leaving big gaping holes in each other. And a baby to grow up incomplete. I can explain it so well, and yet I know that, at my most basic level, you were my truth. Life was beautiful when I was with you, simply because you are adorable, and loved me.
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Casey
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Erik and Beth are crazy. Beth got Erik hooked on cigarettes. Erik got Beth hooked on his semen. Now I'm just wating for the time for Beth to say she's going to have a smoking erik semen baby.
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bethany
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your name means house my name means house of poverty you're the only good part of me
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Beth
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My name, a simple name indeed, I love the way he says it.
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bethany
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beth i hear you calling but i cant come home right now me and the boys are playing but we just cant find the sound just a few more hours and i'll be right home to you beth i hear you calling oh beth, what can i do beth, what can i do
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Casey
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Beth cheated on Erik and she now may be having someone elses smoking semen baby.
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jimmy
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he still drives by her house and wonders who he would be now. he would've never broken up with her. it would've been an admission that chivalry, that virtue, are not enough.
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what's it to you?
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