Peredhil

You can leave the Pen, and I understand why. But you'll have to take my friendship with you. Hugs and hugs -Peredhil

Falls out laughing

Yeah, I can see the insensitivity of the "get over it" statement, although I've been on both sides of it. When someone is whining about a situation for sympathy but refusing to act in any way to change it, "get over it" seems to lurk ready to lips, particularly if the listener's perception is that they are going through something worse. Heh, depression by competition! Mine is worse than yours. As a champion whiner... Anyway. I can't speak for Zool, but when I read 'illusion of helplessness', I took it to be an acknowledgement that there is always self-control and choice in my life. I may chose to live, I may chose to be trapped by obligations and responsibilities or moral choices. But it is always a choice in my mind. I choose to limit my actions and choices by my perceptions of "Christian", "Soldier", "Husband", "Father", "Citizen", etc, etc. I choose to comply with other's demands because I want to avoid hunger, thirst, pain, humiliation, jail, death - or these things for those I've chosen for whom I've chosen to be responsible. But it's always a choice on my part, in my mind. Thus I am where I have chosen in the past to be, and my choices determine my future. Everything has consequences, and in my opinion, forgiveness doesn't necessarily prevent them. I can forgive someone for jumping off the cliff, but they are going to face the consequence of their action none-the-less. It's a dangerous place to be - if I truly really believe that my life is a chain of choices of actions, and reactions - because then there is no one to blame except me. It's also a freeing thought, in a lonely way... But either way, it makes feelings of powerless a choice, and an illusion behind which I hide. How Zool meant it, I'm not sure, that's just how I took it. Whether this perception is valid for others, I cannot claim, but it seems to help me. shrugs but then, that's what discussion is about, eh?

what an eloquent way of phrasing that. Withholds pity per request, but hugs anyway

how neat. a good poem AND in sonnet form! don't see many that combination any more.

I like the triumphant end. There are a lot of people who need to read this - to know there is a way out of the trap.

wow... poignant and full of feeling. Which, even though it's painful, beats the eternity of a week of feeling nothing. You really have a knack.

I fixed the last apostrophe catastrophe thingie. This is nifty. I could see using it as a Role Playing campaign introductory poem.

nifty. Nice reminder of the joys of parenting. You have a knack of defusing my urge to strangle my kids.

heh, I get a great mind picture off this!

wow. A blistering diatrebe against a certain type, originally identified as the week... and then you turn it around and in and identify yourself with that group, denying the reader the choice of saying, "well, you just don't understand." Very effective technique!

Empathy ouch for both of you. Adds his hugs to the lot.

Meep! The title gives the most compelling reading twist to the intro paragraph... I'd be forced to read on, afraid I knew what happened, but hoping the protangonist managed to find a way out.

Oh! What a busy month! Happy birthday to you two Happy birthday to you two Happy birthday dear G' and Kas' Happy birthday to you two.

Fear is sand in the machinery of Life.

Happy Birthday Mira! Its been a while since you've posted some of your excellent poetry. I hope all is well with you. Hugs

hugs. You know how to PM me, and know what reception you'll find if you do...

Hmmm. I know online people best from whispers and giggles, tears and fears in private alcoves of chatrooms. From Private Messaging at odd hours of the day, and leaving Love Bombs in the Inbox, lurking to explode with well-wishes and hugs for no reasons. Mostly from being willing to be as totally honest and without masks, to risk pain and accept the other person upfront without requiring they change to impress me - first. And then still accepting them as individual no matter their reaction. For celebrating their joys, commiserating their heart-aches, and understanding that what might seem trivial to me could feel life-or-death important to them. All the basic hard-core Christian stuff in action. Like Ms. Faye implied, any spiritual belief seems to a verb, not a noun. I've noticed that some of my friends who believe differently initially had far more problems with acceptance than I - they could accept any belief system which in no way implied judgement on others, while I give heed to a belief system which judges other belief systems - and accepts the individuals. But arguments? Heat of strong opinions? Icky. Tosses his head in a Libra way. when that stuff happens - Isn't it beautiful weather out there? The forecast calls for continued climate. See that bird? Isn't it neat? It's alive and just doing its thing.

If deemed necessary, after Lady Salinye's application is accepted, any Elder can merge this thread with the other Description thread. Or move it. Which maintains the freedom of letting your Avatars have a bit of fun Role Playing too. It is at this point that they realize Peredhil is dressed in swim wear and flippers, and carrying a spear-gun made of a stick and recycled rubber bands. His wetsuit is lime-green, covered in lil' pink porkchops. For instance... Peredhil: Lead Role. Swims with sharks in a Wyvern Productions remake of Jaws...

This reminds me very much of a Gary Larsen cartoon I loved oh so many years ago. It goes something like this: split panel, top and bottom. In the top, a boy lies on her bed, the full moon showing through his window. Thought balloon: "I think she likes me! I hope she likes me. She doesn't know I exist. I should talk to her. I should breath around her. She looked at me in the hallway! Or at someone behind me. I hope she likes me..." bottom panel: A girl lies in her bed, thinking. Same full moon outside her window. "I think I like chocolate." Caption. Same planet, different worlds...

"Hallo Miss?" "Wot? 'Oo you callin' Miss?" "I'm sorry, I have a cold." (taken from Monty Python's Flying Circus, the Pet Shop sketch.) Hugs Damon welcome. Heh, Emily Dickinson! Good job. I wish we HAD had time to get together and RP sometime! (If the person behind the words is the one I think he is...) The fault was my busy schedule. Just ask Wyvern!

Hugs quietly

Peredhil Dances in lightly, brandishing an epee and repeating Daffy Duck's famous Robin Hood sequence. Parry...Thrust...Feint...Parry...Thrust...*sproing* At the last, his nose grows enormously and suddenly bends at a right angle to point heavenward. Straightening his beak, he sheaths the buttoned sword and begins rummaging around in his pocket. He pulls out a hairy rusty-reddish ear which fills the small pocket of the fencing uniform pants. Continuing to tug, out pops a small Orangutan, just beyond the baby stage, wearing a diaper. It scampers over and happily climbs Gwaihir to shoulder perch. Happy Birthday... AP-E for you.

oh ho! Nicely done. The bittersweet nostalgia of the past - firmly kept in the past. As I prepare to go to my 25th High School reunion, it's amazing what baggage wells up into my head... Nice timing on this (for me at least).

It's dark but glimpses of light and purpose shine through. I had a bit of difficulty reading through it, as it seemed to imply punctuation in places that lacked it, and there were minor spelling errors. That said, this reminds me of the deep symbolism of the better animes - a Utena-type complexity. well done.