Spells for the Wicked
it's so weird.
i often hesitate to call people
my friends because i'm afraid
they won't be anymore.
but i always know who my
enemies are and i know how
to respond to them.
i don't know to respond to my friends.
why do i always ->-bleeped-<-ing fall in love with them. like,
as if there were just not enough drama in my life,
in my relationships, so i add
love inappropriately where it doesn't belong.
it makes a stronger witch's brew,
you know, then you drink it.
and try to get them to drink it
and they decline
and so you are standing there in
a somewhat awkward and compromised position.
and you feel so ->-bleeped-<-ing foolish, you just wanna die.
you have a little rock you
have to crawl under, from time to time
until the flame of your embarrassed blush goes down a bit.
and then you've lost the friendship with them
and all you have is a vacant sense of drama
in your life where they belonged
and a sense of dirtiness you can't wash. and a few tears.
-ellie
You shouldn't feel dirty. You're a lovely person.
That was lovely, ellie. Although more than a bit sorrow-making.
HUGS.
N~
That was good Ell. As usual, your writing touches me deeply. I'm just saddened that you have had such bad experiences with "friends".
Quote from: Rebis on March 30, 2008, 02:12:11 PM
You shouldn't feel dirty. You're a lovely person.
oh i didn't say
i felt dirty.
one of the things they always told us in writing class(es) is that the
reader should never mistake the
speaker (in the poem or story) with the writer.
i think it's good advice for you and me, as readers. because, otherwise, everything we wrote, or intended to write, would have a strange, autobiographical taint. and then would no longer belong in fiction's realm of "Poetry and Stories", but then would have to go somewhere else, in the non-fiction area.
with the main, unhappy result that much fiction would not get written, because people would fear too much that readers would point right at them and say "
aha! the Speaker in this piece is
you, isn't it!"
well, no, my dears. the Speaker here (and elsewhere)
is her own fictional self.-ellie
Yes, a woman who understands what she's doing!! Yah! Another Barbie-With-Brains!! *smile*
Nichole
Quote from: Nichole on March 30, 2008, 02:19:07 PM
That was lovely, ellie. Although more than a bit sorrow-making.
HUGS.
N~
Thank you, Nichole.