well since Stormrage is going to be leaving, to be with her daughter for christmas, and for the foreseeable future we won't be together. and my skill with words exceeds my skill with graphics. I'm going to see if I can "paint" an image of the feelings this engenders with words. the next post I make will be the resulting composition.

With your departure, You will be taking something with you, you won't be able to see it, or touch it, taste it, smell it. but you will have it nevertheless. your departure will be ripping my heart and soul out. leaving me empty, alone. I will be the hollow man, struggling to gain some semblance of focus, to get what we need to be together. without you, I am less than half, alive, whole, human. It won't take long before I return to the way I was before you entered my life. alone, lost, unwanted, unloved, isolated, drifting. a shadow of what I am with you. drifting along the darkened streets, as welcome as a wraith, a bad smell.

You have no idea how that reaches into me. I can't evaluate this as a poem....but the emotion is wrenching. Take care.

if you were small enough tiny as can be i would put you in my pocket and take you with me but you are not so small and this leaving hurts us all Never alone my love never unwanted never unloved always your heart and mine entwined. Shadows alone but together so much more though apart bound by our love our determination will bring us together again our sheer will will bring us together our love will bring us together and this time never to part. i love you Jaqui Never unloved, never alone reach inside and feel me as only one other has held my heart my soul more than you.

dailyn, then it did create the image I wanted it to. wasn't worried about the technical aspects of writing, was aiming for impact.

~gumble~ I'm not gonna get into a "pissing match" love. it's how I do and will feel. no amount of thought or words will change that.

You two have posted a beautiful set of poems. They create a cry and an answer. I was moved by both pieces.

Leaving this for Jaqui while i am on the road. My comp is packed up and it's too hard to log in under my name. from stormrage Jaqui.. You do mean everything to me. I love you. I can't say it enough times or enough ways. But I do. Please always remember that. When youlog on and see this please remember i am in your heart as much as you are in mine. I am happy and proud to be your wife. Love you Jen

Whoa! (Why do I feel like I'm watching the G-rated version of the Osbornes?) (LOL) Touching! Methinks being apart doesn't happen much. (and you came to the forum to "reach out"...kewl!)

nope we tend to be together 18 hours a day lately. five years since we met, and not one fight. not even a little one. Stormrage is in transit until friday, so no contact until then. :( and she may not get her comp online until saturday or sunday since I'm gonna be a miserable sob until I hear from her, I'm not going to be posting much, I might take my bad mood out on someone that doesn't deserve it.

Been my experience it's best to keep busy. So, don't be a stranger.

Limmerance...the feeling that you can't eat, sleep, or manage to exist because of the want of another person. Not lust which is physical desire, but the want of another person...(did I spell that right oh hell my dictionary is here somewhere).

does negotiating a contract for designing an ecommerce app sound like keeping busy? ;) could be tjames, never heard the term before. ~g~

I enjoyed your poems. They'd make a nice duet put to music with alternating verses. Now all we need is Ben Watt and Tracey Thorn.

Well Jaqui heard from me. I finally made it in.. I hate traveling on the bus.. grumble

Been there, done that. I went to college for a year in northern California. That Christmas vacation, I travelled down the coast, by bus, with two suitcases, a sack of Christmas presents, a poinsettia, and a two foot Christmas tree. Most of this stuff was in the seat with me (not beside me because there was another passenger in that seat but at my feet and on my lap) because they would only put my suitcases in the storage area. It was quite the adventure. Glad you two are in comunication...we worry around here, you know (even when it's none of our business to).

dialyn.. unfortunantly with today's world my bus trip also included being packed tight on a bus, luggage shipped on another bus, being searched through customs, almost denied entry into the US.. they didn't want to believe i am american even with my birthcertificate. Then being stopped by the police for random drug search of the bus, being accosted by a drunk who thought no meant go ahead and touch. then watching as he got kicked off the bus. Shaking head I hate bus trips. Yep Jaqui and i are in communication. We wish we were together but we will in time.

When I was younger and somewhat approachable, a drunk plopped beside me in a seat on the trolley. At the time, I tried to be polite to people (that's worn off) and he asked me if I was going home. Dummy that I was, I said, "yes," and he said, "want to take me with you?" Yeccch. Sounds like you had a horrible trip. It is certainly a different world then we used to live in. Except for the drunks, that is.

~growling~ after a year of working graveyard shift weekend nights...I hate drunks. specially as I do not drink.

Definately different world. And Jaqui knows I don't drink either.. And I hate drunks just as much as he does S