10
Jul

The Shadow

   Posted by: Emi   in Poetry

As a girl, I dreamed I was a goddess,

Clothed in white and gold.

Who danced among the midnight clouds,

A sight so clear and bold.

 

But when I tripped and fell back down,

I realized who I am,

From god to girl is such a drop,

I feared it was my end.

 

Life with you began so sweetly,

Until you changed your heart,

But now looking back upon that time,

It was me who fell apart.

 

I never thought I’d live this life,

But now it’s all I own.

As a girl I dreamed of guys and friends,

Now I dream alone.

 

My only friends in times of hate,

Is the blood I cry,

And the presence of the darkness,

In the shade I hide.

 

I once thought the world could never,

Make me hurt this much.

But when I scratch, cut, burn or bite,

I feel the shadow’s touch.

3
May

One Day

   Posted by: Emi   in General Writing

One day, I will leave all this behind,

And make my way through the lights of dusk.

One day, I will be what I always imagined myself to be,

And my dreams with soar even higher.

 

One day, you will remember me as I was,

Not knowing what I have become.

One day, I will do all those things I talked about,

The ones you didn’t believe in.

 

One day, I will forgive you for your doubts,

And settle into the memories of your soul.

One day, I will waltz with the stars,

So high, no one can touch me.

 

One day, I will sleep with the moon as my pillow,

Looking down upon the world.

One day, I will float free from these bounds,

And live upon the no longer living.

 

One day, I will be where dreams lay,

As they wait for the day to come true.

One day, I will sit upon a mountain,

Without wasting a breath.

 

One day, I will soar with an eagle,

The wind hugging my wings.

One day, I will be where I was meant to be,

Among the moonlit sky.

 

One day, I will dare to die on my feet,

After spending a life on my knees.

12
Feb

Rulers of the World

   Posted by: elvishfrost   in General Writing

It was dark inside of the cathedral. No one had bothered to install electricity and the boarded up windows kept all moonlight at bay; not that you could see the moon on such a cloudy night as this. The snow that fell quietly outside gave no warning to the sleeping village of the treachery that was about to occur within the old church.

With a wave of her hand, Kira lit the candles that had been left when the place was abandoned. In moments the cathedral was illuminated with the eerie light of a thousand small yellow flames. Kira looked up at the high ceiling with its arches and shadowed corners, wondering where he could be hiding. She walked slowly down the aisle way that was covered in a torn red carpet and shot a glare at the cold, marble angels on raised pedestals scattered throughout the church. Some had their arms spread in welcome, others, their hands folded in prayer. All of them filled Kira with hatred. Angels had never helped her.

Where is he? She thought. Why did they have to meet in a church? He probably had some symbolic meaning for it like rubbing evil in God’s face. He made life so much more complicated than it had to be.

Suddenly, organ music sounded all throughout the church. The notes were horribly out of tune as they worked to form a melody somewhat similar to the Phantom of the Opera.  Kira’s eyes shot to the front of the church where the ancient pipe organ sat, a forgotten memory of the small town nearby. She ran, faster than any human, to the instrument and stood quietly a few feet behind its player as he finished out the song.  Both of them were silent for a time, waiting for the music’s echo to leave the air.

Finally, Kira could take the silence no longer. “Vladimir.” She stated simply. She was always the first to speak.

“I’ve been waiting.” His voice was soft and cold- an evil voice that matched the dark blue tint of his skin perfectly. His pointed tail twitched back and forth like that of cat preparing to pounce. It had been three days since he had sent her on the mission. He was surprised that she had finished so quickly. He took in her appearance with a swift glance at a surprisingly shiny silver jar that revealed her reflection.

Kira’s light, blond hair was as perfect as always. Nothing was out of place. She was dressed in a tight blue t-shirt and jeans of a darker wash. The leather jacket that he’d gotten her for her birthday was her only protection against the cold. The only imperfection was the drop of blood on her cheek. The scarlet bead appeared to be such a dark burgundy in the candle light, that it looked almost black in contrast to her beautiful white skin.

“The Septovia has been captured.” She said in a strong voice. It was the voice that she used when she was addressing business.

Vladimir turned on the bench where he sat so that he faced her completely. He leaned backward, putting his elbows on the keys of the organ so that it released a blood curdling racket; neither of the beings so much as flinched. “And I suppose you make Taras do all of the work.”

Kira laughed exuberantly. “My younger brother is back at camp, nursing his wounds.” She walked over to one of the nearby angel statues and, with a smile on her face, grasped its stone wings and yanked them clean off. She tossed them towards one of the boarded up windows. The wings splintered the plywood and shattered the ornate stained glass on the other side.

Vladimir lounged in silence, allowing her to take her inner anger out on the lifeless marble, wood, and glass. She stood still, leaning against the abused statue, watching his tail swish from left to right. His eyes glowed with an evil, yellow flame, smoldering like the embers of a burning city- one that he had set aflame. He stood in one swift, fluid movement, black trench coat swirling about his legs. Kira stood straight and took a hesitant step toward him. He closed the short distance with inhuman speed and kissed her passionately. When they finally parted, he spoke again. “The Septovia is a powerful creature.” The beast of which they spoke was one of legend. The Septovia was an awe inspiring creature with two heads, one of a snake and one of a wolf, seven tails, and claws sharper than those of a lion. Its strength far surpassed that of the strongest animals and its powers were second to God alone. “You have done well in ensnaring it. I take it you used deception.”

Kira laughed again and leaned once more against the mutilated statue. “What else?” she asked sarcastically.

Vladimir chuckled and took her left hand lightly in his right. “We will rule well together, my love.” He kissed her hand lightly, like an old fashioned gentleman with a wicked gleam in his eyes. “Cruelty and deception, hand in hand, reigning for all eternity.” Then, with a wave of his hand, he sent the wingless angel flying through the church, smashing it on the wall in the back. He turned back to Kira, sweeping her lovingly into his arms.    

“All will fear us.” She said into his shoulder. “They will cower at our shadows and none will compare to out beauty and might. Forever we shall rule the world in darkness.” Kira let out a slight yelp and fell backwards limply. Vladimir supported her with his arm and smiled at the wound his dagger had made. Placing a hand over the bloodied area, he whispered the words that would bring forth her soul for him to consume. When he was finished he spoke aloud to the lifeless body. “Wrong, my Kira. I shall rule the world in darkness. Farewell, love, may we never meet again.” He dropped her. “Your brother is next,” he said aloud, “And then the Septovia.”

5
Feb

“The Price of An Egg Sandwich”

   Posted by: margo10   in General Writing

I want to thank everyone for tuning into the mpeirs channel on You Tube. This short  6 min. film is about two generations discussing economic hardship, and how they both come to a better understanding of each other’s point of view.

marge

6
Jan

Does Money Buy Love

   Posted by: stevenkcraig   in General Writing

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Does money buy love?

That is a question that has been pondered upon throughout generations and is vastly debatable. A subject that many despise and have strong opinions about, always sternly responded to with either a “Yes” or “No” and leaving no solution or remedy that would allow a possible ‘Maybe”. Each time answered without hesitation and there is absolutely no middle ground for discussion when this question is presented. Notable are the conflicting conclusions, which are expressed with sincere certainty from opposite sides of the field when it is asked. Strong beliefs are firmly conveyed on the subject either way and impose an answer that may possibly represent that person’s moral values. A question that has neither a definite or proper reply, good or bad, yes or no, either direction has a double-edged sword attached to it.
An age old question with only two possible answers, but those two simple responses are reached through hundreds of different viewpoints, yet either answer stirs an immediate and emotion filled need to justify it based on the life experience and morals of those being quizzed. Every individual has a theory and a warranted reason for their own reply. The majority of people respond with a “No” but that is a loose answer because the reality for some (who are looked upon as shallow) is that money will actually buy love. But that isn’t “true love’ and it doesn’t mean they are “in love” and in those situations neither party really wins.
Money can buy temporary happiness for most…sad but true. Most times the desire for love and this money-induced-happiness can cloud thoughts and emotions, in turn making it feel like you’re in love. True love cannot be quantified or materialized.
Many would and have given up everything for love while others would firmly attest that an overabundance of money could bring them anything they desire, including love; but is that really the case? Can love truly be bought? True love is meant to be unconditional therefore the mere act of ‘buying’ it erases the base concept.
It seems the fast paced world of today looks upon love as being unimportant. Some need love to live, while others look upon love as being disposable, temporary and easily replaced. They have created their own gloomy existence by never yearning for or knowing the power of true love. Too many things are easily discarded in our current society and sadly; relationships have fallen into the trap. There are many who feel that a sufficient enough amount of money can buy love but in truth they are merely renting the illusion of love. True love cannot be bought; it must be given freely and unconditionally.
A simpler way of looking at what is taking place around us is that the majority of the human race is seeking instant gratification; settling for a false love and being content with short-term happiness through temporary monetary gain. In reality, that will buy a person security, but that safe feeling will eventually turn to emptiness of the heart, leaving that person wanting and craving a true love that they may have passed up or sacrificed for money.
Money can and does buy the physical act of ‘love’, but not the emotion that one embraces with all five senses, nor the heart, mind and soul. In true matters of the heart, money plays no part. If it does, is it not then a love of money?
So many people are guilty of worshipping wealth and are damned by committing the deadly sin, “Greed”. A deeper analysis shows this also links these individuals to performing two of the other seven deadly sins that go hand in hand with “Greed” which are “Lust and Pride”, all the while stressing to others that they are in fact ‘Good People’, a lie that they have convinced themselves of and strive to make those around them believe. Sadly, these individuals will end up dying miserable, lonely and alone.
What I believed as the cause Kristina and I were forced apart is what made this question arise within me. I needed to seek out the true answer because I refused to accept that Kristina would allow the desire for wealth to supersede the truly deep love we have for each other. Getting by and working together until the recession was over should have been enough to keep us together. My own morals and beliefs have always led me to believe that you stand by each other’s side, no matter what, when you are in love. A prime example of the importance of the marriage vows, ‘in sickness and health, for richer or poorer, until death do you part.” The vows that we have all heard a million times and for me, were just words until I realized the true importance and interpretation behind them.
My own encounters have presented me with examples and answers to the question on both ends of the scale. Here is a common example that most people have seen or commented on when you ask, “Does money buy love?” You see an elderly, balding and overweight man driving a brand new, eccentrically acquired high dollar boat or car, the obvious and only reason for owning such an object is for a show of wealth, which is what many refer to as a “Penis Extension”. A penis extension is an overly expensive material object for them to flaunt in order to compensate for the lack of something within themselves. Used as a cover up for the lack of personality, looks, morals or the inability to give their heart to a single soul. Sitting next to this man is a beautiful young, cover model looking woman, witnessing this one could assume that, yes, money can buy love. The first thing that usually pops into most people’s mind is, “Gold Digger”. The term “Gold Digger” is used in reference to a woman whose love can in fact be temporarily purchased. He will in fact never own her heart and is only renting it because the Gold Digger is there for one reason and one reason only, “Money”. In his mind, he was able to momentarily buy love, but the Gold Digger is nothing more than an actress and a prostitute. Eventually he will get tired, bored and resentful of her, knowing the only reason she is with him is due to his money. He will eventually cheat or simply move onto the next woman impressed by his wealth, that is a sure bet. I’m sorry if I offend any of you lovely woman reading this that may be in a relationship with an older wealthy gentleman but the harsh ugly truth does hurt with the ferocity of a scorpion’s sting.
Kristina was moving back home with me and Bella graciously stepped away informing me that she would move on with her life, leaving us alone, even though it hurt her to do so, as to allow Kristina and I the chance to rekindle our love without any interference that may hinder the possibility of us getting back the intense love we once had. “I’m not that psycho girl,” explained Bella, “I’ve seen so much pain in your eyes for so long, all I want is for you to be happy again.”
Days after Kristina moved back in, Bella walked into my shop while I was having a conversation with a potential customer, she sat a few of my things that had gotten mixed in with hers on my desk, touched my arm and said, “Hey you.” and step away to leave. Everyone in my office could feel the tension in the air while Bella was there. Not all of that uneasiness was due to Bella and I not saying anything to each other, there was much more than I was unaware of and would soon lead to answering part of my question.
I find it amusing as I write this memoir how and when certain events occurred, like pieces of a puzzle fitting properly in place. I’ve even remarked that, “Writers get paid lots of money to make this shit up and yet this has all happened to me in real life situations.”
I landed the job that I was discussing when Bella came into my shop. The added tension in the air was due to an earlier encounter between her and my potentially new customer. She had stopped at a café “Red Onion” for breakfast that morning. As she was leaving, a group of men got her attention and called her over to their table. Bella always being polite and friendly engaged in conversation with them. She was invited over to Jesse’s (the leader of the group) house for a party that weekend which Bella declined and left the building. Jesse had made it clear that he was interested in Bella and wanted to see her again. Jesse was also the same person who would end up in my shop minutes before Bella had dropped my things off. Not much was said between them at my shop with the exception of comments by Jesse as, “Didn’t I just see you at Red Onion?” “Are you following me,” he said with a smirk.
That night, Bella, Jesse and his crew crossed paths again at a local nightclub. Jesse was polite and charming to Bella and once again tried to convince her to follow him back to his house. Bella declined the invitation once more. Jesse tried to use his wealth as a way to impress Bella, showing her pictures of his Ferrari and Off Shore boats. Many efforts were made to serve Bella drinks in hopes of getting her drunk. She does not drink alcohol and rejected these attempts, which are a typical ploy by “Players” to get the woman intoxicated and try to impress them with displays of wealth, in hopes that it will lead to sex. These are the men that have nothing to offer a woman whose heart and desire crave real love. They are unable to make long-term commitments and are hampered by the lack of the heart and soul that truly attracts a woman yearning to find a connection with someone to love them and that they can love back equally. Shallow with a damned soul, these men truly believe love can be bought. Superficial and heartless is the woman that can be actually be rented.
The question of her involvement with me surfaced. Bella knew I had gotten the job working on Jesse’s boat and thought it best for everyone all around to just reply, “I baby-sit his daughter from time to time. We have a simple friendship and nothing more.” He was fishing to see if we had a deeper relationship that would lead to Bella informing me of his intentions.

Jesse began making comments that insinuated he wanted to have sex with Bella, “I want to tuck you in and make you breakfast in the morning.” By this time Bella found out that Jesse had a wife and children, information that he offered up freely. Bella replied, “I’m flattered, but I don’t sleep with married men. You have a good time now, I’m going home.” Men like this don’t like to be shot down; it bruises their ego, making it even more of a challenge that they feel a need to conquer.
I was unable to work on Jesse’s boat at my shop due to it being too wide to fit through the doors and it would need to be done in the garage at his house. Jesse lived in California and only came out towards the end of the week. One of his helpers would let me in daily and stay most of the time I was there working. Immediately I could tell they were concerned with my involvement with Bella and if she had told me anything about them. Within minutes I was asked how I knew her and I responded with, “We are just friends. I have a girlfriend that I’m very much in love with and we are working on getting back together.” I knew of Jesse’ advances on trying to get Bella to have sex with him and I could tell they had some concern of what I might possibly have knowledge of. Jesse and I had talked many times on the phone and became friendly with each other. I found it odd but quickly understood why he had very little to say and avoided engaging into conversation with me when he came out on Thursday afternoon. This visit had his wife and children with him. His wife is very beautiful and soft spoken. I could tell that he wanted me to have no contact with her and I knew that this was because he was still unsure of what I knew.
For the next few weeks I was periodically asked about Bella and offered up nothing more than she was just an acquaintance. Eventually I earned their trust and they began to verbally open up to me. Because of what I knew and kept that knowledge hidden they started to talk more freely with me. I felt as if I had actually infiltrated their devious and unfaithful little circle. All of them were married and on the weekends that the wives didn’t come out it was playtime for the boys, looking for one-night stands and always flaunting the money as a way to attract women. Another question arose from this, “Are there truly that many women out there that will sacrifice all hopes of finding true love for money and being content to having temporary security by an unfaithful womanizing spouse, a relationship knowingly to be doomed from the start and will ultimately end in ruin?
Jesse’s assistant really opened up and offered information to me in a short time. He began telling me stories of their infidelity. I asked if he had ever been caught and was told yes on a few occasions. They laughed that when he did get busted, it would cost Jesse in the way of having to buy his wife a new Bentley to keep her at bay, in turn buying her forgiveness.
Jesse himself began telling me stories and laughing about what he would do not to get caught. He thought it was funny that he would have to throw out all the shampoo and conditioner bottles in the shower because he wasn’t sure if they belonged to his wife or whatever woman he had an affair with.
So, looking at all the facts here, Jesse is constantly unfaithful to his wife and she is well aware of it. Yet, she stays married to him, which makes one believe she does so because of his wealth. Did Jesse actually succeed in buying her love or did he just purchase her companionship? For the short period of time I was around them, if I were asked if his wife seemed as if she would be affected if Jesse disappeared tomorrow, I would most certainly have to say, “No”. This case proves that money cannot buy true, faithful and unconditional love.
Recently, a new business associate of mine and his wife shared their story of true love with me. A story parallel with Kristina and I, although Gene and Heathers was one where true love actually did prevail.
Heather and Gene had met in their teens and had a passionate love affair with each other. Circumstances and goals had them part ways and led them on different life paths. Both had married other people and Heather even had children. The love and affection they had for each other never disappeared, buried deep in their hearts resided a hidden longing, a void that could not be filled and an ache that constantly gnawed at them. Hiding in the shadows they continued to keep tabs on each other throughout the years. Periodically, Heather would send letters and pictures to Gene’s mother keeping communication open.
Twenty years later, Heather came to realize that the only way to extinguish the empty feeling in her heart, resided in the happiness and true love that only Gene could give her, a love that she herself could never let go of. She contacted Gene’s mother wanting to know of his whereabouts and if he was unattached. Ecstatic to find out he was, Heather contacted Gene and immediately the love for each other rekindled and blossomed into something spectacular.
A mirror image of Kristina and I, Heather comes from a very wealthy family and will inherit a substantial amount of money. Gene is a small business owner who was suffering from the economic crisis. Knowing of this, Heather’s family disapproved of Gene and Heather’s relationship. They proved to be more concerned about her security and wanted her to marry for wealth rather than true love and soul wrenching happiness.
As absurd as this may sound, it doesn’t seem possible to have the best of both worlds. Not that wealthy people are incapable of love, but there will always be the question in the back of their mind if that person truly loves them for themselves or the money in their bank account. There are those rare cases of love and wealth coexisting, but in most instances couples are more likely to have a better chance if wealth is achieved together rather than walking into a relationship where on has already accomplished it. Driven by obtaining great wealth at an early age has the tendency to change a person’s psyche and moral makeup, making them incapable of offering their complete heart and never truly understanding what unconditional love really is.
Heather received an enormous amount of pressure and disapproval from her family who were trying to sway her decision to pursue a life and future with Gene. She was threatened to have her inheritance taken from her and would be cut off from any financial assistance. Her love for Gene was so overwhelmingly strong; she chose his love over the money.
Heather moved in with Gene and they were married shortly after. Standing firm on their threat, Heathers family cut her off financially; even her health insurance that was paid by her father was cancelled.
Heather asked about my relationship with Kristina one evening and we compared the resemblances between our two love affairs. Gene was a victim of the economy, as was I and it was a daily struggle to keep our homes and businesses afloat. The question came up, “Does money buy love?” Heather replied, “No!” and explained to me that she gave up everything for her and Gene’s love. Financially, they are under a great deal of pressure, like everyone else at this time, but she commented, “When you are in love, you stick together. I will stand by my husband’s side no matter what. Gene is everything to me and no amount of money is worth his love. Together we will find a way and endure this as one. I feel that by us surviving the strain and stress will make our relationship even stronger. We will make it back financially and so will you Steven, but Kristina should have stayed by your side if she loved you as much as she claimed. There is a lot to be said that you are even still in business when so many have collapsed. You are one of the last men standing in your field and when it comes back around, you will be on top again. Hanging in there with you would have been the right choice and would have been to her benefit. She would have had the best of both worlds.”
I asked Heather if she was happy. “Yes I am,” she replied with a smile. “I’ve never been happier. Although, my family still disapproves, I still stand firm that I made the right choice in listening to my heart for the love of my husband rather than the sacrificing him for the money. It’s hard right now, but I’ve waited my entire life for him and I will let nothing take him away from me.”
Heather and Gene’s story was so heartwarming and made me wish Kristina’s love for me would have been strong enough to overcome the need for her Grandmothers security and had me wishing that she would have herself been willing to sacrifice anything for our love.
Still, the question lingers. I know if I had not been a victim of the bad economy, Kristina would have stayed and loved me. She knows how much I truly love her and I know in my heart that she loved me as well, but once again, I have to ask, “Does money buy love?” I couldn’t buy her love and she abandoned our love due to a threat of losing her inheritance. The looming fear of hard times because of an economy failing, had her run, not willing to wait it out and fight it together. In Heather and Gene’s case, money was unable to detour true love and they indeed sacrificed wealth for love.
Wanting more opinions on whether money can buy love, I posted the question on the Internet looking for more input.
“If you were hopelessly in love with someone and you knew in your heart that person loved you equally, would you let anything or anyone interfere with your love, including money and family?”
“Give up everything for them! Without a doubt! If you are even lucky enough to find someone who is so dedicated and in love as what I’ve read here, obviously Steven you love her with all your heart and are committed for life to her, she should never let you go and cherish the love you have. Most people never even get one chance at a love this powerful. Why on earth would anyone ever chance loosing it, for anything!” – Pamela
“Yes, and I did. My family is very wealthy and disagreed with me wanting to move to another state to be with my boyfriend. I was totally cut off financially. I married my husband shortly after and I’m happier and in love more than I ever imagined. We’ve struggled because of the economy and his business going up and down, but it is well worth it. That’s love!” – Susan
Money can never buy happiness or love. The Beatles said it best with “I don’t care too much for money, money can’t buy me love.” There are just some things that you can’t buy, mainly happiness, health and love. Having money can bring you some pleasure, but when your life ends money means nothing. You can’t buy genuine heartfelt love since that’s something that has to come from within. Wouldn’t it be so much better to live a life filled with love and happiness? You can’t make someone really love you, and no amount of money can ever change that.
Tiffany commented with, “First of all, the finding someone to be considered as a soul mate is pretty much nonexistent in one’s lifetime. If God was to bless me as to be so fortunate to finally find that ‘special’ of love, my family and friends would understand, support and be happy for both of us no matter what. As for money, why is that even an equation in the name of “true love”? Pretty “shallow” question to even think or ask. The answer is, nothing would keep me from him. Not even money. I would never leave his side.”
Disillusioned individuals believe the hype that money can buy happiness and love for them. But this is a self-destructive idea indeed because being unaware of the lie these people will continue to spend money to buy their happiness and buy love from others. Buy if they just look at what they are doing they will see that they are stuck in an endless cycle where they spend money for temporary happiness and love which leaves them unfulfilled as soon as they have been satisfied.
Then there are those just looking for someone to take care of them, putting their love up for sale. “Sloth”, another deadly sin being exorcised. “Sloth” is the fifth of the Seven Deadly Sins and kills the sanctifying grace in the sinner’s soul. “Sloth”, is the failure to utilize one’s talents and gifts and has a general display of laziness and indifference. Sloth is the desire for an easy life, not willing to sacrifice or work to better one’s self. They are selfish and self-centered with a blatant disregard for the feelings, health and well being of those around them. Sloth is not considering making a sacrifice for someone else, not paying attention to the needs of the others.
These people have no heart or soul and will end up being judged in the eyes of God. If you encounter a “Slothy” person take notice how they justify their every action. They are truly convinced and believe they are a good person. Disillusioned, they think that what they do is for the best (for themselves), without regard for the immanent damage they will do to everyone around them. They will lie constantly and believe in those lies, using them to attract an unsuspecting lover. Concealing their true intentions and extremely manipulative, they use love as a tool for an effortless life. This is one of the most dangerous people to be caught in a relationship with. Similar to the Gold Digger, but capable of sucking the life out of their mate, bringing them down to their level before moving on, leaving that person for dead. They will attempt to sell love, but that love will only last as long as they can continue to make their lies believable.
Does money buy love? If a person thinks that money is going to buy them happiness or love, then they are already lost. Love is the one commodity that cannot be bought or sold. It is the most valuable and desirable of possessions, and yet to give love a price undermines its true value and immediately renders it worthless. Having the means to purchase whatever and whoever you want takes away your ability to create lasting relationships. It strips your value as a person, as a human and replaces it with monetary value. Love and Money, a true recipe for disaster. If you fall in love with someone because they can buy you expensive gifts or take you to a fancy places, then you do not love that person, you love what they have and can offer, soon to follow will come, “What have you done for me lately?” If you only love the money then you have no ideal what true love is. Love based on money is nothing but a broken heart in the making. Sooner or later the person will figure out they are being used. Then they will see them for what they truly are. Money will not make a person happy; it will never buy true friends or find a true love. Money can make a person think they are happy but when it’s gone they will end up alone. Isn’t it better to be broke and happy rather than to be rich and lonely?
It’s plain to see that money will not in fact buy true love, yet I still question Kristina’s motives and reasoning for the decisions she made. I know she loves me with all her heart, but wasn’t strong enough to struggle and work with me as we dug out of the bad recession. She chose to run back to her Grandmother for financial security and this wasn’t the first time she had done so. I believe in love and the power it has, so for me I became confused as to why she left and would so willingly give up such a potent love. Was it fear, lack of confidence or reluctance to struggle for something fantastic? What we were going through was no different than what the entire country was experiencing during this economic crisis. Both of us miserable without the other, separately struggling and three hundred miles apart, would it not have been for the best to struggle together and not give up the precious loving moments that are now lost forever? It is not better to be broke and happy than to be rich and lonely? Happy people tended to become richer and are more likely to find love in a steady relationship – rather than the other way around. Love for a soul mate most certainly cannot be bought with money, so if it is found, why risk losing it forever?
My dear friend Denise, who had been there for me when I fell apart and who herself could not understand Kristina’s reason for running commented, “To believe in your loved one, to have faith and trust in them, it has to returned in the equal amounts, that is the proof of love. Too many people are caught up in the materialistic times we live in. I’d rather have a poor man and have him know how much I love him rather than a rich man and have to compete with wealth.
The proof of love is in the everyday living. Proof is staying when leaving is easier.”
In conclusion, money does in fact play a key role in most of today’s love relationships. Someone can love you for your money, but they may never love you for you. I’ve interviewed so many people on this subject and the question has branched out in countless directions, bringing into play so many variations of the question and so many different, yet interesting scenarios. My next book will most likely be an analysis of the topic itself “Does Money Buy Love?”

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2
Jan

Puppetry

   Posted by: KaylaAlex   in Random Thoughts

Alone and tired I sit around and think quietly to myself. Why did everything have to go all strange on me? Changes are natural but so many at once makes me wish the darkness would just swallow me up and never let me come back. No, I’m not going to end myself. That would just be stupid… or rather just too easy? Instead I sit through life’s suffering jabs and the loud shouting. The mental torture envelopes me. Yet I press on and then I remember what forgiveness REALLY sounds like: Screaming and then nothing more than stillness and silence…

Aleiko opened his eyes and panted. He quickly looked around. Seeing that there was nothing to be afraid of, the dragon calmed himself. He took a few moments to try to mop the red hair away from his brown scales… and found he could not. Then he recalled one crucial thing he had overlooked once again. His body was not his own to command. He was a living puppet at the disposal of his master, Lord Rafael.

The horrible nightmare of all his life’s sudden changes was true. For a moment he felt remorse… then nothing once more as Rafael’s iron hard grip forced itself stronger on his nerves. His friends Tiamat, Tatsu, and Thanthero would surely be upset now that they believed he willingly served the Raven Lord.

…And what of his fellow apprentice, Aisling? Surely she was crushed. Tia would try to comfort the dear girl but she would never be able to make up for the loss of Lei. Even Aleiko himself could not make up for it now. He was trapped and controlled.

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“I’m beaten down again, I belong to them. Beaten down again, I’ve failed you.” ~ Seether, “Truth”

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15
Dec

Moments Shared Along the Way

   Posted by: milano   in General Writing

Is it the moments shared that are so
important, or rather is it the person who
takes the time to share of himself? We all
are in such a hurry moving from one role to
another that we rarely slow down to dis-
cover who we really are let alone allow
someone else to discover who we are. Even
if we did stop, aren’t we afraid that the other
person will not like us if he discovers who
we really are. At the same time we wish that
others would slow down long enough so that
we could discover who they really are. We
are not looking to find something negative.
Instead, there seems to be a positive element
which we want to get closer to and to know.

       What happens is so special – a moment treasured.  Perhaps it is not only because the other person slows down, but also because we finally stop long enough to lisen – to comprehend – and finally understand.  In our slowing down we communicate to the other that it is all right for him to slow down.   We will listen.   We want to hear.   Then it comes out.   He takes time to share of himslef:  what he is like on the inside.   It is not so strange after all.  Maybe it is a part of what is alreadyh inside of us.   Perhaps we did not know it was there or want to aknowledge its presence.  In us it seemed so uncomforftable, but in the other is it not so bad.  Could it be that it is not so bad in us either.   It if came out more often, and we bacame acustomed to it, it might even be good

     It might be that what is shared is not words, but actions.  Someone takes the time to smile.   He does not routinely say, “Have a good day.”  Instead, he makes it personal, “I hope you have a good day.”

     A person walking a dog – be it large or samll – allows you to take time to pet the dog and talk a bit.  Why is it easier to alk to strange animal than to talk to people?  Easy – we do not care what an animal thinks.   We are not looking for approval.  Wouldn’t it grand if we could act without trying to get approval – take away all those walls of what we want  people to think we are – and be ourselves.  Someone who shares with us has already removed the barriers and permits us to see him as he truly is:  and, if he is good at it, he helps us to take away our pretentious trimming and reall;y be who we are.   Now – that is  a mmoment of sharing and exchanging!

28
Nov

I Lost Everything

   Posted by: T-bird   in Poetry, Random Thoughts

I told him everything.
I gave him everything.
I knew everything.
Then I lost everything.

He was my dearest friend.
He was the one I confided in.
He was the one who knew everything.
And I lost everything.

I thought I knew him.
I thought he knew me.
I thought we knew eachother.
Still, I lost everything.

He was my friend,
But he was his friend,
And he was my enemy.
So I lost everything.

Maybe I was wrong.
Maybe he was right.
Maybe he lost everything.
Maybe I lost nothing.

19
Oct

The Missing

   Posted by: Laura Hanna   in General Writing

Dark Shadows Deep
Haunting my life
I’d try to fall asleep
If it weren’t for the night
Now every rustle is a danger
And every shadow wants me dead
Every silence I grow weaker
Chasing these monsters in my head

19
Oct

The Madness

   Posted by: Laura Hanna   in General Writing

Throw my Heart on the floor
Really, I can take no more!
Leave it bleeding in the Dust
Thoughts consumed by Love and Lust
The Monument you built for me
On Stolen Time and Wicked Deeds
No one knows what lies in store
For those who Wilt and those who Tore
A serenade of Broken Trust
Cutting through Blue Windswept Gusts
Quiet are Forces that Be
That crawl along the Shattered Sea
This Long Lost Dream I never had
This One Last Memory that drove me MAD!