Posts Tagged ‘Relationships’

People speak
of “Falling” in Love
And some may say
Love hurts
But does anyone
Ever really
Connect these dots?

About Falling
I have heard it said
“It’s not the fall which kills you
But the sudden stop at the end”

We live life
By our chemical impulses
And it seems
That most of us
Are thrill seekers
At best

Adrenaline Junkies
With an appetite for
The ups and downs
Of the Roller-coasters
That are our lives

We climb
Solo
At first
Aspiring
To ever greater heights
We climb

That is until
We meet someone
Perhaps someone special
Then we jump
Or simply let go
It seems to me
Just for the thrill
And as we fall
We feel
That sense of weightlessness
That giddy unsettling
Of our stomachs

Holding on
To each other
Wind rushing past
At deafening speed
We enjoy it!
This guilty thrill
That is at least until
We hit the ground
Hard!
And perhaps
Break our hearts
(But they will heal)

Sure
Sometimes we land
More softly
Perhaps after
Some controlled deceleration
Due to inherent cautiousness
Or just
An acute awareness that
Our time together
Was coming to an end

Either way
We have that sobering moment
Coming down from
Our bleary eyed
Love drunk stupor
When the ‘ride’ is over
And we must disembark

A kind of sad emptiness
Takes a hold
So
To rebuke this
We re-double ourselves
And set our efforts
To climb again

Some perhaps
Already casting their eyes around
Looking for
The next ‘Roller-coaster ride’
They wish to experience
The next BIG thrill
How far will we climb this time?
How far and how fast will we fall?
And this is called
“Playing the Game”

We are nothing more
Than children
In the biggest
Most amazing
And wonderful
Theme park
Of them all
Yet
I can’t help but ask myself
Is this addiction healthy?

As if
Like clinically depressed
Indestructible Lemmings
We climb
And jump
Climb
And jump

The boredom of this repetition
For some
Driving us to “experiment”
Go higher
Go faster
Do flips
And do stunts

But in truth
None of what
We experience
In this fashion
Is truly
“Love”

Instead
Our lives have become
A series of cheap thrills
With too many spills
And quite frankly
I wont stand for it
Anymore

No
I don’t want to
Fall in Love
I want to stand
For Love
Instead

To climb for Love
To always aspire
To Love
Looking up
And carry love with me
To ever greater heights

Don’t jump
Because
I wont catch you
But climb
With me
If you’d like

I promise that
We will rest
Often
And look out
From our heights
To appreciate the views
And all the pretty lights

Yes climb
On your own path
And under
Your own steam
But next to me
If you choose
My hand is here
If you need

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Comment Disclaimer: Cynical viewpoints may be expressed!

I’m not sure where to start so I’ll just jump right in, neck deep…

Firstly: If you’re a beautiful young woman, which I think it’s fair to say (without sounding too much like a creep) you are, then more often than not guys will have interests in you that you simply will not share / reciprocate. This (potentially) leaves you in the rather unfortunate situation that the vast majority of men you encounter will be at best a flattering non-interest and at worst a pestering nuisance.

The trick I suppose is finding a way to deal with all of the crap that floats your way in such a way as to dismiss it and let it carry on right past you, whilst still being able to spot the rare odd ‘gem’ that might otherwise be lost in the sea of dull rocks.

The counter-point to this is that some things that might look like dull rocks on the outside have rare and precious gems inside them, others may simply need a polish.

The problem as I see it is that in todays self-centered, consumeristic, ‘disposable’ lifestyles where everything is throw away, many (perhaps the majority) of people see ‘love’ this way too. Since many people never really know what true love is they simply learn to want to find comfort and company so as to not be alone. Sadly of course too much these days ‘comfort’ and/or ‘company’ is taken to simply be the physical side of things, and in this way relationships become shallow, meaningless acts of self satisfying lust and loathing which when they break or end we simply replace with a new one, like a light bulb that has blown or an old toothbrush that has worn out.

Some people see it this way and they take a pro-active role in this lifestyle, actively throwing away old for new relationships like they would shop for clothes or something. Others merely do this on a purely functional level – when one relationship breaks or ends then they try to find a new one. The former typically being the ‘dumper’ and the latter typically the ‘dumpee’.

BUT (and we’re talking J-Lo x Beyonce = One very BIG but!) for someone who either has experienced true love and wants to again, or even someone still holding out for that first “OMG WOW”, you have to learn to be very patient and very self sufficient in terms of maintaining yourself, your own happiness and contentment in life. — My theory is “You have to be happy in yourself before you can be happy with someone else”! — So this is the challenge and struggle, to NOT give up and slip in to the same shallow practices as those around us but to maintain ourselves and maintain our hope and to keep ourselves open to new people and possibilities despite all the other crap we may get drifting in to and out of our lives.

I do think that men and women CAN be ‘just friends’ but that this is much less common than the situation(s) where at least one of the parties involved wants things to be more. Really both people have to be stable and happy in themselves and not to be looking for anything more than friendship. Of course sometimes things develop in to more over time, but then this is a natural process and creates (in my view) a better and more stable relationship (potentially). Truthfully good friendships can also help us to maintain ourselves in the absence of a romantic relationship, although they have to be ‘good’ friendships too. For me at least in all forms of relationship I seek an open and honest connection with no pretexts or pretenses, sadly these days even finding a GOOD and genuine friend seems just as hard as finding love.

Also — my apologies, I think this ‘comment’ is actually longer than your post. Oh well, thanks for letting me share my thoughts/feelings

Video Walk Off The Earth cover “Somebody That I Used To Know” by Gotye

the-door-upstairs

You knew when we met
That I must live upstairs
Coming down then just to look around

But there, half way on the landing
We almost bumped in to each other.
We stopped and we stared at each other dumbstruck.

“He must be strong”
You must have thought,
Or at least enough to try your luck.

Hesitantly yet simultaneously
We moved to kiss each other
And in doing so you carefully slipped
Your rope around my waist.

Then, pausing only to savour
The remains of each others breath as our own
You looked deep in to my eyes and let go

Falling backwards over the bannister
You were in free fall, I was in horror,
Before the rope pulled taut and I lurched forward.

Steadying myself, and recovering from the shock,
I grabbed the rope and dutifully reeled you in, unknowing.
(This was some sort of test!)

Recovered now safely on the landing,
You thanked me, Somehow dismissively
And I found my mind still reeling…

As we returned to our separate abodes,
I was too lost in my own thoughts to even see,
Which way did you go?

“How curious” I thought,
So the next time the rope pulled taut
I repeated the action.

This time though I was pulling up more,
And when I saw you you did nothing more…

Than to assure me that this was correct,
And if I could just hold the line
(You said handing me another rope)
You’d be back in a sec.

Well it took more than a second, or even a minute,
And I lost track of how many times this was repeated.

Before long I found that it was getting harder
For me to climb back up those stairs everyday

Ropes now around my waist and my chest,
Both arms and both legs
And one around my neck
(Which I only realised later that I’d put there myself)

Eventually I could barely manage to reach my front door
I’d sleep just inside on the floor,
Trying to find comfort in the words you’d once said to me,
That this was “correct” and was “how it was meant to be”.

However one day curiosity go the better of me.
I climbed back down to the landing and looked over the balcony…

I couldn’t believe my eyes.
You were just dangling there like a plum bob!
Swinging gently to and fro…

Along with dozens of other people
On ropes and in tow,
Some of whom I have to say
I didn’t even know!

Now please forgive me for thinking of you as lazy,
But you were just “hanging around” (literally)
You were pulling me down!

I thought that you were trying to climb
And make your way up to me
But it seems instead
That you were expecting a ‘free ride’…

Not just for you, but for your family,
And everyone I thought I knew,
As a friend, was there on a rope.
It had all been a joke!

Nothing and no-one there cared for me,
You all just wanted an easy ride
“Why work for ourselves when we’ve got Mr. Gullible living upstairs?”.

Some of you it seems
were even sitting in chairs!

…Tied on, with ropes under-slung.
Just put your feet up and read the paper,
Because you’d got yourselves a free elevator.

But I know different,
I know life is hard work,
(And I don’t mean the daily grind of 9 to 5)

So for years I accepted it…
My lesson’s now learnt!

But as I sank in to depression,
With all the struggle and strife,
Life sent me a saviour,
She was armed with a knife…

But even after cutting all of those ropes
There’s still so much to do

I’m working hard now to get my strength back
So I can stay rid of you!